American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 110 Saving Private Batman

"You're a terrible clown, Bruce."

Jerome clenched his teeth, his face full of disappointment.

The clown makeup he had been looking forward to turned out to be unsuitable for Bruce.

His expectations were dashed, yet he was forced to give the other person a spectacular death; this contradiction was driving him crazy!

"Ah!!! Damn it!"

puff!

The dagger pierced the thigh of a clown gang member wearing a bright red wig standing nearby.

"Ugh!!!"

"Shh—, I don't like people who cry all the time."

Jerome drew his dagger, dipped his finger in the blood, and smeared it on Bruce's lips: "See? Now you're not so bad, hahaha!"

Bruce's eyes were filled with rage; he hated himself for being powerless to resist.

If I had a bulletproof vest that could perfectly protect me from bullets, these guys wouldn't be able to do anything to me!

He thought viciously, and the swarm of bats in his mind danced even more wildly.

Ring ring, ring ring.

The phone rang.

Jerome took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, glanced at the incoming call, and answered, "What's up, dear Gallagher?"

On the other end of the phone, Gallagher suppressed his anger and didn't utter a sound.

"I told you to deal with Dio, why did you kidnap Bruce? If Bruce dies, how am I supposed to get my hands on Wayne Enterprises' shares?"

Upon hearing this, Jerome curled his lip in disdain and scoffed, "With your civilized ways, what's there for that blond kid to be afraid of?"

"Wait? You're not scared of him, are you?! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!"

Jerome laughed heartily, sensing Gallagher's feigned bravado, and his disdain grew even stronger.

"You're actually afraid of that blond kid?" Jerome laughed. "Turns out you're more of a clown than I am!"

"Fuck!"

Gallagher smashed his phone and kicked the blue-and-white porcelain vase next to him, shattering it.

Looking at the disconnected phone, Jerome's face was grim. He shouted, "Send my invitations to everyone!"

Let's begin!

At the same time, Gallerwin's clenched fists cracked as his face darkened.

"Damn Dio, damn Jerome, damn Bruce Wayne!"

"Why can't you just obediently die?!"

He was supposed to be the next angel of death; everything was ready for the ceremony.

All that's missing is the one crucial Gotham's Son.

The results of it?

Instead, all he received was news of his teacher's death!

That damn blond brat even dated his sister!

Fuck!!

"ah!!"

GCPD.

"Harvey, Harvey."

Gordon hurriedly pushed open the door to the police superintendent's office and rushed in.

"Hehehe."

Harvey quickly put down his flask, waved his hands in front of him, and said, "Calm down, buddy, it's nothing serious."

Gordon caught his breath and quickly said, "Something's happened at Wayne Manor! The Joker's gang attacked and took Bruce away!"

"Oh my god! That little bastard Dio Brando is really pushing me!"

"Did you hear that?"

Gordon frowned, pointed to the police badge and pistol on the table, and said in a low voice, "Grab your badge and pistol right now, we're going to the amusement park to rescue people."

"Wait! The Joker Gang is fully armed now; that place is like a fortress!"

"Although we could send a short, scrawny Irish police superintendent and a greenhorn detective."

Harvey pointed exaggeratedly to himself, then to Gordon: "But! The acting commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department could clearly do a better job!"

"Commandos, assemble!"

Five minutes later.

The fully armed GCPD commando team assembled in the hall.

The equipment includes a full range of anti-terrorism gear such as bulletproof vests, helmets, shotguns, automatic rifles, and riot shields.

These are powerful teams that only a police superintendent can mobilize, and they are all passionate young people who have just graduated from the police academy.

He's a strong fighter, intelligent, and hasn't been corrupted by Gotham. Most importantly, he's fearless!

"Ahem, everyone, listen up!"

Harvey stood in the center of the line, meeting the gazes of all the police officers, and said loudly, "I know we're all a little panicked, and that's understandable."

"After all, a clown-dressed, maniacal psychopath who loved to laugh hysterically killed our police inspector! And four of our brothers."

All the police officers lowered their heads, their expressions complex.

"He used a ridiculous dagger against us!"

"I've been doing this for a long time, and it's like recently, all the bad guys in the city have started acting strangely."

"But that madman bleeds! He was beaten up by a 13-year-old!"

Harvey raised his fist. "I assure you, he's just one person!"

"Now!"

"Let's go rescue them, let's rip that madman's balls off! Let's go!"

"Yes!" ×N.

All the police officers, armed with their sidearms and badges, stormed Jerome's amusement park.

The area outside the amusement park.

Two furtive figures, one large and one small, were secretly hiding under the wall.

"Young Master Dior, are we really going to do this?"

Alfred looked at the clown costume in his hand with obvious reluctance.

He could tolerate wearing a clown costume, but he really couldn't stand the smell of it.

"A sour, sweaty smell, and a strange, unpleasant odor—how long has this clothing been unwashed?"

"Alfred, watch your words. You're the one who wants to do this."

Dior would never wear such disgusting clothes.

He has a way to sneak in, but Alfred can't.

"Just me? NO!"

"Yes, only you, Alfred, don't want anything to happen to Bruce either, right?"

"Keep going, Alfred, I need your support."

Dio sensed his surroundings, confirmed that everything was in order, and nimbly vaulted over the wall.

"What! Wait! Young Master Dior!"

Alfred's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

After a long while, he looked at the costume in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Damn it!"

Dior landed silently, straightened his collar slightly, and began to observe his surroundings.

This is the instinct of every Stand user, even if there are no other Stand users in the world.

But intelligence is also the most important!

"ah!!"

"Haha, don't hide! Haha!"

In the distance, a group of clowns were playing whack-a-mole, their faces bruised and battered as they bounced up and down inside the mole holes.

Not far away, people were playing darts, hitting each other, and smashing dolls, all using real people.

Everyone is indulging their desires today.

At this moment, they are not coffee shop employees, car wash workers, or deliverymen; they are all clowns.

A clown who can unleash his inner clown on Halloween.

Laughter, screams, forced smiles, and music echoed through this crazy amusement park.

The part of ourselves that everyone is most unwilling to face is released by the man on stage.

[Breaking Mission: A Daring Clown Party]

[A daring madman thinks he's the new king of Gotham; though you don't say it, you've already sentenced him to death in your heart.]

Please stop Jerome's execution show.

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[Reward: 500 Points, The Joker's Party Guide]

[Breaking Mission: Saving Private Batman]

As a fellow member of the Justice League, please rescue your comrade Batman and embark on your own heroic journey.

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[Reward: Points +500, Passive - Joker Buster]

"Oh? An unexpected surprise?"

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