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

Chapter 112 You want to make a big splash? Then come on!

Gotham Fantasy Carnival, the best show in Gotham.

A huge banner was pasted at the top of the execution platform, which read the following.

"We all know why everyone came!"

"Please welcome—Jerome!!!"

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

Jerome emerged from behind the curtain, holding a megaphone, and walked dramatically to the front of the stage.

"Hahahahaha!"

With his back to the audience, he slapped his Gotham-style buttocks hard and laughed heartily.

The audience laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Everyone, come closer, the performance is about to begin!"

"I think everyone agrees that tonight's operation was a success."

"Gotham, we have brought this pathetic city to its knees!"

"Next, we're going to have the craziest activity ever! Please welcome him/her!"

"Billionaire, Gotham Prince, Bruce Wayne!!"

Two henchmen pulled back the curtain, and Bruce, who was tied to a pillar, was pushed out.

His face was painted with comical clown makeup, and his usually calm eyes were now filled with rage.

"Shall we end this night with a grand finale? Or with a cannon salute? Do you have anything to say?"

Jerome held the megaphone to Bruce's mouth, his eyes filled with threat.

"hehe."

Bruce met those crazed eyes and gave a cold laugh.

"6

Go fuck yourself.

"oh!"

Jerome was surprised, but not angry. He just waved his hand vigorously. "Let's begin then."

A cannon was slowly pushed over, its dark muzzle aimed at Bruce.

"Wait! Guys! Fire! There's fire!"

In the crowd below the stage, a member of the clown gang suddenly screamed, his finger trembling as he pointed into the distance.

The crowd immediately stirred, with the vast majority turning to look.

Several fires broke out simultaneously outside the amusement park. The orange-red flames pierced the night and were spreading at a visible speed.

The firelight illuminated everyone's faces, awakening a deep-seated fear of fire within their genes.

"Oh my god!"

"Jesus!"

"No! No, no, no!"

Jerome's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy.

He raised his hand and shot the member who shouted "Fire!" The crowd instantly fell silent.

"Who gave you permission to see this?"

Jerome gritted his teeth, grabbed the megaphone, and forced out a voice from his throat, "I'm performing! I'm the star!"

No one dared to speak. But the increasingly bright flames in the distance were more convincing than the sound of his gunshot.

The frenzy on everyone's faces began to recede like a receding tide.

These foolish, unleashing-the-madness people then realized that Jerome might just need an audience.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the large fires, a ladybug flapped its wings and silently flew across the crowd, landing on Bruce's bound wrists.

Bruce looked down and saw the ladybug, and frowned—he hated bugs the most.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to brush it away, the ladybug stopped at his fingertips, folded its wings, and began to transform its body into a shimmering silver paperclip.

He was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

This is Dior's ability.

"...Dio?"

That wicked blond brat... actually came.

Bruce quickly gripped the paperclip and hid it in his hand.

His feelings were very complicated. He never expected that Dio would come to save him; it was almost impossible.

Was I wrong about Dior again?

He's not what I imagined?

He must have some other purpose!

But is this really the case?

Bruce was conflicted, but his hands didn't stop.

The paperclip was straightened and inserted into the lock of the handcuffs.

The subtle sound of metal gently colliding was drowned out by the noise.

He held his breath, his movements quick and steady.

Until a sound—

Click.

The handcuffs were removed.

Bruce did not break free immediately, but waited for an opportunity, an opportunity that would make everyone turn back.

His gaze pierced through the frantically surging crowd, fixed on the increasingly bright flames in the distance.

In the firelight, a blond boy rode a tall horse and galloped freely.

Hurry up, Dior!

Perhaps sensing Bruce's anxious gaze, Dio looked over as well.

The two looked at each other.

"Do you want me to help you get attention?"

Dior tightened the reins, and Silver Bullet reared up on its forelegs, charging toward the circus not far away.

"Alright, I'll give you some more screen time."

The circus cages contain many ferocious beasts, such as lions, tigers, and even crocodiles.

Their eyes were cloudy, their fur dull, and they only lazily raised their eyelids when Dio approached.

Most animals have long since lost their wild nature.

Dio raised his pistol and aimed it at the large locks on the animal cages.

"SePistols!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

All the bullets in the revolver were emptied.

Six little yellow figures bounced between the bullet trajectories, delivering each bullet to its intended destination.

The lock head is broken.

Dio loaded bullets, round after round, smashing all the large locks.

The beasts didn't move, but stared at the blond boy on horseback with their eerie eyes.

"Don't move, it's fine."

Dio laughed, lit a Molotov cocktail, and threw it into the open space behind the animals.

The flames crackled, and the heat licked the animals' fur, awakening their wild instincts.

"Want to make a big splash?"

Dior pulled his hat down low, gripped the horse's flanks tightly with his legs, and said, "Let's go!"

The silver bullet let out an excited neigh, pawed the ground with its front hooves, and charged forward first.

"Roar~"

The lion was the first to leap out of the cage, followed closely by the tiger, while the crocodile dragged its body across the concrete pool.

A brown bear smashed through a rotting fence, and a silverback gorilla pounded its chest, letting out a deafening roar.

They followed behind the silver bullets, like an army awakened by flames.

On the execution platform, the commotion among the crowd never ceased.

"Fire! There's fire over there too—"

"Look! Someone's charging at us on horseback!"

"That's...that's Dio Brando! The Wayne family's adopted son!"

"What's following him? Good heavens! A lion!"

The screams spread like a plague.

The Joker gang members' guns trembled as they fired wildly.

No one was watching Jerome's performance anymore; all eyes were on the boy riding a tall horse.

"Wow wow wow wow."

Jerome gritted his teeth, stuffed a handful of nails into the cannon barrel, lit the fuse, and then raised his gun to aim at Dio, who was speeding towards him from afar.

He absolutely will not allow anyone to ruin his stage time and time again!

Especially this annoying guy in front of me!

As if sensing something, Dio suddenly pulled on the reins.

Silver Bullet's forelegs left the ground, and its body twisted in mid-air.

As the dust settled, Dio had already dodged to the side, while behind him, the beasts driven by the flames were rushing towards him at full speed.

"Fuck!!!"

Jerome's gun went astray, and the bullet flew off somewhere unknown.

His men behind him threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions, some of them collapsing to the ground because their legs were too weak.

Fire, ferocious beasts—all of this awakened the fear deep within humanity.

at the same time.

The lead wire gets shorter and shorter as it burns.

Bruce unlocked his handcuffs and, under the cover of smoke and chaos, crouched down and slipped behind the curtain.

boom! ! !

The nail was launched and sank hard into the wooden board.

Let's see...

""

Jerome stared at the empty pillar, his smile gradually fading, replaced by a more manic expression.

He ran away? He ran away! He ran away! Hahaha! Great, that's fantastic!

Jerome looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "Then let's play hide-and-seek, all over the amusement park, amidst fire and beasts."

He raised his gun and fired several shots into the air.

"Find him! Then nail him back to that pillar!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"