American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Good morning! Or good evening? It depends on whether you're a bat who enjoys this gloomy weather or a light bulb that hates sleeping!"

As soon as Shuen landed in front of the enormous clown-shaped gate, the makeshift broadcast system made of cheap speakers immediately started screaming.

The sound contained a kind of electrical noise and a frenzy that even the machine could not mask.

The huge green searchlights shone down on Xiu En with a snap, though they were as faint as candlelight compared to the golden light that surrounded him.

"Welcome! Dear Mr. Shuen! Oh, and Miss Potted Plant, who smells like an unwashed vegetable market!"

The clown's voice echoed through the empty, abandoned amusement park, carrying a sense of triumphant satisfaction.

"Sorry, no tickets available! But I've prepared VIP seats for you! Look to your left! That's the only roller coaster in the world that, while lacking seatbelts, will absolutely never bore you!"

Xiu En looked in the direction of the exaggerated spotlight.

It was a roller coaster still painted with the faded paint from decades ago, which wasn't anything special.

What truly makes it feel VIP is the extra-large C4 plastic bomb that is still ticking, strapped to every half meter along the rusty track.

"This doesn't sound like an invitation for you to ride in the car."

Ivy covered her ears with two sunflower leaves, and the sound came from the flower head.

"This is to put you on the fuse. The explosives strapped to it are enough to send half the amusement park into the sky. And the smell? Damn, he mixed magnesium powder and accelerants into conventional explosives. You're the ignition source, and he's the fuel."

"Isn't that quite creative?"

Xiu En smiled.

He strode towards the moldy carriage as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

"If this is the only thing he can offer, then I'll be somewhat disappointed."

Without any hesitation, he went straight to sit in the first row.

The lever used to secure the passenger let out a groan the moment his body touched it.

Xiu En simply placed his hands on the railing, enveloped the sunflower in golden light, and gave a provocative smile to the skull decoration that actually concealed a camera.

"Hey director. If you don't want this show to be a flop before it even starts, you'd better bring out all the fireworks you have left. These few firecrackers might only make a noise."

"Just as you wish! Let's drive!"

The voice became extremely excited.

God knows how this abandoned roller coaster was still moving, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that the first car just touched the first explosive charge.

boom!

A loud bang!

The flames erupted the moment Xiu En made contact, but before the fire cloud could fully spread, the golden figure had already emerged unharmed from the first plume of smoke.

Then came the second, the third, and the tenth.

If you look at it from a distance, it looks like a fire dragon made of explosions speeding along a track.

Every loud bang seemed to be trying to tear apart the person sitting in the front of the car, but in the end, each loud bang only became an accompaniment to highlight his brilliance.

Xiu En was even laughing.

Amidst the raging flames, he sensed that Shao Hao's golden body was not only undamaged by the series of shockwaves, but also remained completely untouched by even a speck of dust.

High temperature? That's his nourishment.

Impact? Not even comparable to a vine massage.

"This won't do! This won't do!"

The clown's voice sounded somewhat exasperated.

"How can it not fall off at all? This isn't fun! Harley! If you don't come out and fix this boring invincible mode soon, the audience will be asking for refunds!"

With a final loud bang, the red-hot roller coaster finally broke apart at the highest point of the track, and the entire car shot into the air with tremendous inertia.

Directly below the point of impact, a figure wielding a massive red and black wooden mallet was already in the position of a batter.

It's Harley Quinn; she abandoned the name Harlequin Quezel after becoming Harley Quinn.

Harley Quinn had already raised her mallet above her head, breaking the fourth wall, but it wasn't very useful. There's a surprise inside! Click here to unlock now. She even completed the full charging animation.

But just a second before Hugh's figure, still wreathed in red embers, was about to smash into the batting box, the twin-tailed woman casually tossed the heavy weapon aside, not even caring which unfortunate plaster goblin the hammer would smash.

She pressed her face close to a lens that existed only in her eyes, a thin film between reality and fiction, her powdered face filled with discontent.

"Hey! Excuse me! Director? Even Wade from Marvel, who likes to wear red bodysuits, wouldn't accept this kind of setup!"

"First of all, this is Gotham! We're going for that dark, damp, realistic film noir style where everyone has eight hundred psychological traumas! This isn't some sunny, fairytale metropolis! How did a human-shaped sun suddenly appear?"

She sighed dramatically, picked up the purple hair ribbon that was lying dead on the ground, and twirled it in her hand.

"And doesn't anyone else find that talking sunflower out of place? Is that my best friend Ivy? My god, how did that aloof environmentalist queen become a coin producer in Plants vs. Zombies? This must be a rough sketch that some drunk artist rushed to finish on a Friday afternoon!"

"But I still have to work, after all, Mr. J is watching. Although I think he should have seen from the surveillance footage that the glowing thing ate our C4 like popping candy."

Despite her complaints, Harley didn't stop working.

She performed a side somersault and landed next to a red lever with a skull and crossbones logo on the side of the stage.

"Let's do something fun. Like! Why are the amusement park's underground water pipes connected to a million-volt high-voltage generator? Who cares! As long as it makes the scene look cool enough!"

Click!

As she pulled the handle like she was pulling a slot machine, the ground directly below where Xiu En fell suddenly exploded.

Countless modified high-pressure water pipes burst simultaneously, sending water columns as high as ten meters shooting into the sky.

But it's not over yet.

Purple arcs of electricity instantly rose along the water stream that had been contaminated by some kind of conductive chemical agent.

This is a high-voltage electric cage filled with enough electricity to instantly turn an elephant into charred remains.

Shuen crashed to the ground at the very center where lightning and water intertwined.

The deafening roar of the massive electric current almost drowned out the eerie music that had been playing in the amusement park.

Sparks, water mist, and the ear-piercing sound of electricity striking the air all blended together.

Even Harley covered her ears and jumped back several meters, afraid that those blind electric snakes would burn holes in her new uniform.

Harley tilted her head, her eyes, painted with different eyeshadows, filled with anticipation.

She was waiting for a scream, or even just a groan from being electrocuted.

"The water is a bit cold."

His voice carried a hint of disdain.

Those terrifying arcs of electricity were like a group of children who had found their home, frantically roaming over the golden body, trying to penetrate its pores and burn its nerves.

Unfortunately, Xiu En is not afraid of this artificial electric current at all.

In fact, it seems that the current is being absorbed?

Or is it simply that the water vapor evaporated due to the high temperature makes it shine brighter?

Xiu En slowly walked out of the boiling electric water pit.

His trench coat was instantly dried by the absurdly high temperature.

He even impatiently reached out and patted his shoulder—a gesture that was supposed to be used to extinguish the sparks, but now looked more like he was brushing off some dust.

Meanwhile, the sunflower clone that had been perched on his shoulder and whom Harley had quipped was now wilting, as if it had been shaken by the enormous electromagnetic noise.

Listen.

Hugh didn't rush to make a move. He looked at Harley, who was staring wide-eyed, as if she were a child performing a clumsy magic trick.

"If you replaced that electricity bill with an equal weight of coal and threw it at me, I might feel a little pressured, since dirty clothes are hard to wash. But this? This is your Joker Gang's welcome ceremony for your guests? Free electrotherapy?"