American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

The few pedestrians hurried by, almost all of them bundled up tightly, after all, no one wanted to catch a cold and end up lying in bed with an ice pack on their head during their precious holiday.

Of course, there are always some mavericks in the world, no matter where you are.

"I'm telling you, those two handsome guys from the city are generous and incredibly skilled in that area!" A blonde woman wearing a sexy, lace-up black leather jacket and glamorous smoky makeup exhaled a smoke ring that gradually dissipated in the air.

Her words revealed an undisguised excitement. With a hazy look in her eyes, she brought the cigarette to her lips, affectionately embracing her similarly dressed black-haired best friend, giggling, her voice deep and seductive.

"If we catch these two big goldfish today, we can not only have a good time for a while, but also make enough to cover our expenses for at least a few months."

"Such a good thing, and you didn't keep it all to yourself?" The black-haired woman raised an eyebrow suggestively and slapped her companion's buttocks hard, sending ripples through the air.

"I suppose you've already tried and found that one person can't 'swallow' it all, so you came to me for help?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and she swayed her hips in a clear suggestive gesture.

"You actually guessed it! What a cunning little wench... Haha!"

Unrestrained, licentious laughter, accompanied by the crisp sound of high-heeled boots clicking on the concrete pavement, carried far into the night, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Enjoying the attention, the two women became increasingly smug, but they soon realized that their charm might be... a little too great.

"Get out of the way, we're going to make money, we don't plan to spend money on the way."

The blonde frowned, took a drag of her cigarette, and left a trail of nicotine spiciness.

The figure blocking their path ignored them completely and did not move an inch.

Feeling a bit uneasy about the other person's pale face and dark red gums, the black-haired woman hesitated for a few breaths, then reluctantly took out a one-yuan coin and flicked it with her finger.

"Take the money and get out of here! Go to the supermarket and buy some cheap bread to fill your stomach. We don't want to watch a show right now!"

The figure moved with lightning speed, removing the comical little top hat the size of a fist from his head and deftly catching the coin that was about to fall.

Under the dim streetlights, the figure carefully examined his haul. The copper-nickel alloy coins gleamed with a faint yellow light through his rough white gloves. He seemed quite satisfied, and the corners of his dark mouth stretched wider and wider until they became exaggerated.

Watching the figure carefully put away the coins and then rummage through a bulging bag behind him, the blonde woman pulled her companion along and quickly walked past.

She spat the cigarette butt at them with a smirk, a tiny spark tumbling and falling with a mocking glint in their eyes.

"Perverted pauper—"

The sound abruptly stopped, a cold glint flashed, effortlessly separating the cigarette butt, the mocking smile, and... the woman's head.

A piercing scream echoed through the sky!

Almost simultaneously, similar incidents broke out in various parts of the town!

The man, exhausted from get off work, could no longer tolerate the unreasonable behavior of the person blocking his way. He reached out and slapped away the playing cards that were handed to him.

The next second, his tongue was cut off by the Ace of Hearts, his eyes were gouged out by the two Jokers, and he was reduced to pieces by a flurry of flushes from all sides...

A female street performer with a funny wig and a red nose stares at her strange colleague, who keeps making the motion of inflating a car tire, and screams in terror as if she has a mental breakdown.

Tears streaming down her face, her body gradually swelled and filled up, like a balloon floating lightly into the air, before bursting into a shower of blood...

Within the thick fog, demons danced wildly, and cries of agony rose and fell!

Chapter 273 The Clown Extravaganza?

"What the hell is this? Is it some kind of street clown extravaganza?"

A silver light, graceful as a dragon, danced and cleaved through a pile of sinister-looking bouncy balls. Zhu Mingyao jumped down from a rooftop, twisted to avoid two darts, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

Knowing that this monster organization used the codename "Terror Circus," he was naturally prepared to encounter one of its main characters.

In a circus, you can't be without a clown, can you?

But aren't there a lot more of these positions? Do you expect us to compete for them?

Not far from him, three bizarrely dressed clowns, each holding a long balloon, an air pump, and a multi-tube megaphone, were torturing several young men who had come out at night to have fun.

Seeing that someone was causing trouble, the two clowns, one fat and one thin, turned their guns around and attacked from both sides with wicked cackling laughter.

The fat, ball-shaped enemy trembled with its chest and blew its multi-tube trumpet with all its might. A dozen silk ribbons shot out with a mesmerizing, drowsy sound. They seemed soft and harmless, but when they got close, they suddenly shook and transformed into fierce, triangular-headed venomous snakes that lunged at the sky to devour it!

The thin, bony one cunningly hid behind, his slender fingers twisting the long white balloon he was holding into a bow.

As it moved, strange psychic energy rippled, and a tremendous force suddenly arose, as if an invisible hand tightly gripped Zhu Mingyao, trying to twist him into a bow!

The attacks, both overt and covert, were fierce and bizarre, with subtle coordination between the monsters. This revealed the considerable intelligence of the creatures; ordinary superhumans and exorcists would have been easily defeated and slaughtered in a single encounter.

But the newcomers are not ones they can deal with with their mere tricks.

Zhu Mingyao merely snorted coldly, and the curse of using objects to represent forms immediately backfired, causing the long balloon to burst along with the ten fingers of the skinny clown.

Immediately afterwards, a whirlwind of flames suddenly arose, pulling the colorful silk snakes back and transforming them into blazing red ribbons that coiled around the two clowns, causing them to frantically struggle and scream in agony.

The sword light flashed like a rainbow, and two "human" heads flew up. Before they could even hit the ground, they were burned to ashes by the real fire.

Two companions were killed, but the tall clown who was the leader didn't care and continued to kill the group of young people on his own.

A string of throwing knives appeared out of nowhere, just as they tied a hippie-style rooster-comb hairstyle into a peacock-like display. The clown then flicked a toy air pump in his hand and shoved it into the mouth of the black woman he was stepping on, silencing her incoherent screams.

As the white gloves were pushed and pulled, they left afterimages. In an instant, the woman's body rapidly swelled up, her fingers as thick as carrots, her limbs as swollen as elephants, and her eyes bulging outwards with bloodshot veins.

"Bang!" Countless fragments of human skin, flesh, and remains rained down.

"Pfft!" As if by magic, he reached out with both hands and pulled out a thick firework tube from behind his back, spraying out countless colorful confetti.

The once soft shredded paper now resembled sharp steel sheets, piercing through the remaining youths with a sharp whistling sound, leaving countless holes and trailing long, bloody lines before continuing its relentless onslaught towards Zhu Mingyao like a storm.

As Laozi chanted his divine incantation, a beam of clear light descended, knocking the shredded paper back to its soft, fluffy original form, but ultimately it was too late to save the victims.

After jumping around twice at the horrific scene of the massacre, the clown hooked two fingers at the corners of his mouth, made a face at Zhu Mingyao, and made a provocative expression.

"What are you so smug about, you brainless beast? Look at what's on the ground!"

Amidst the cold laughter, the corpses of numerous innocent pedestrians transformed into tattered little yellow paper figures. The hundreds of cinnabar talismans drawn on them suddenly flew up, merging together to form a massive crimson pearl that pressed down. In an instant, the last clown turned into a pile of minced meat.

Dispelling the illusion and setting up a protective magic array for the survivors, Zhu Mingyao leaped into the air and rushed towards the other places where screams were coming from.

In his haste to save people, he didn't notice that a strange feeling rose from the clown's remains and then vanished without a trace.

"Hey, boss, we've detected several intense negative energy fluctuations. Do you need any backup?" Miss Druid's anxious voice came through the communicator.

"No need. You guard the alchemy equipment and try your best to detect spatial fluctuations. Since the enemy has shown themselves, it means there is a lair entrance here. Try your best to identify its exact location!"

Zhu Mingyao's mind raced. There were different levels of secret realms. Judging from all the signs, the spatial item in the enemy's hands was far from the legendary magical treasure that could be carried around anywhere. If he had to describe it, it could only be considered a kind of portable spirit realm.

Given this, based on relevant knowledge, its mobility cannot be very high!

At least the number of entrances is limited, and once set, they are difficult to move except by cancellation; these two rules are certain.

Otherwise, the enemy could have simply opened the portal right next to them that night; why would they have risked their lives to flee and risk their lives to reach the sewer entrance?

Dodging a sharp playing card throwing knife, the sword flashed nimbly like a dragon, piercing into a convenience store on the side of the street, bypassing several customers who were being held hostage, and turning the clown hiding behind them into reward points. Zhu Mingyao frowned inwardly.

Their group had just arrived and hadn't even figured out anything amiss when these monsters suddenly launched their attack. It was truly baffling, and there was another point...

The five elemental ghost soldiers stirred up a cold wind and attacked the sinister clowns hiding in various nooks and crannies of the town.

...Why aren't these guys running away after being discovered? Why are they putting on such a show of defense? Do they really think they can confront the authorities head-on and want to become mountain kings?

Could there be some deeper meaning behind the enemy setting the entrance in Miles City?

Zhu Mingyao thought for a long time but couldn't find a reasonable explanation, so he simply put his doubts aside.

Who cares! He touched a golden anchor-shaped magical artifact in his pocket. As long as he found the entrance to the enemy's lair and threw in the spatial anchor made by the official alchemy master to locate it, the rest of the problems would be easy to solve.

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The serious racial problems in the federal government are an open secret, and as a predominantly colored area, the public welfare system in the New Orleans region is naturally not much better.

Just like the small public hospital in this town, it was abandoned for more than a decade after the last batch of medical staff left, and no one took care of it.

But tonight, the hospital basement is brightly lit for the first time in a long time, and it has even been renovated.

The walls, covered in cotton floss to prevent self-harm, the iron bed with sturdy buckles, the large bottles of sedatives, the thick syringes, and the tangled restraints—it was clearly set up like a mental hospital.

"Oh dear, my poor trainee clowns died such a miserable death. It seems those lackeys of the Federation have found a good accomplice..."

Sensing that the captured "worker bees" were being eliminated one by one, a sharp, comical voice clicked its tongue in amazement.

Here's one more chapter.

Chapter 274 [The Strongman] and [The Illusionist] 1

Brightly colored, oversized, pointed leather boots swayed and twirled lightly as they circled twice around the mangled corpse in a blue overalls on the iron bed.

"Fortunately, the power of fear has been collected almost completely. It was worth all the effort I put into finding a town with the same name as you to hold the ceremony."

A white glove was raised, pulling down a black balloon that was floating on the ceiling and growing larger and larger. Satisfied with its size, it untied the knot.

An endless stream of terrifying black and yellow light, almost tangible, poured out like a tidal wave, relentlessly drenching the corpse.

The sky, the earth, the pillars, and the walls were covered with a dense array of evil runes that looked like dried blood, all radiating a demonic light. Amidst the rustling and whispering sounds like insects devouring leaves, the tall, burly corpse trembled, stiffly and slowly rising to its feet. A sallow leather mask emerged from the void and was placed directly on its face.

"Welcome to the Circus, my Mr. Strongman!"

The masked zombie turned its head, its eyes, empty as an abyss, silently gazing at the figure opposite it. It casually tore off a few crossbars from the iron bed and kneaded them, the hard metal changing shape obediently in its large hands like soft mud.

Enveloped in pale phosphorescent light, a foot-long, sharp knife with a flowing, cold gleam quickly took shape, its fierce aura burning like fire, seemingly eager to strike, as if choosing the spot to cut.

“I said, welcome to the circus, dear Mr. Miles, didn’t you hear me…”

Faced with the new member's arrogance, a powerful evil force, ten times stronger, pressed down, instantly overshadowing the masked zombie's fierce aura. It crushed the zombie's entire body, causing it to creak and crack. Tiny cracks appeared on the withered leather mask, and its tough, iron-like bones seemed ready to turn to dust at any moment.

After a brief standoff before the even greater terror, it finally bowed its head in submission.

A dark shadow rose slowly from the masked zombie's forehead, transforming into a string of tiny, strange characters that fell into the white glove.

Having obtained the secret text of his real name, he laughed heartily in a comical voice.

"Very good. As a bonus for joining the group, before we leave, let Mr. Illusionist accompany you to say hello to the guests and have some fun!"

Watching the two figures, one tall and one short, disappear at the top of the stairs, a pair of white gloves with dark silver patterns rubbed their fingers together.

"Ms. Morgana, what's your decision? I'm sincerely inviting you to be the 'Magician' of the circus. And unlike others, you won't need to provide your real name; you'll only need to sign a lenient contract and provide 'fear,' which is completely useless to you..."

In the corner, light and shadow slowly shifted, and a phantom figure dressed in a medieval-style blue-black dress glided out like a ghost.

"As agreed, I would agree to your request as long as you help me retrieve Merlin's Ring."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go visit that esteemed Voodoo Matriarch now. I believe she will understand the pros and cons and offer her help rationally." The orange-yellow pupils flickered, and he clapped his hands happily.