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

Chapter 113 Isn't the sidewalk quite spacious?

[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.

[Limited Time Offer: Before Dawn]

[Task Completed]

[Points +500, The Joker's Party Guide]

"The Joker's party guide? What garbage."

Dior didn't even bother to open it; he just tossed it aside.

The guidebook detailing how clowns throw parties was instantly engulfed in flames and turned to ashes.

The biggest gain from this operation to rescue Bruce was probably the horse, Silver Bullet.

Not only is it extremely well-suited to ripples, but its physical qualities, endurance, and even intelligence far surpass those of ordinary horses.

After being enhanced with Ripple, its speed can exceed 90 kilometers per hour, greatly compensating for the short range of Stand users.

The horse reared up, and the momentum of its charge, amplified by the ripples...

"I felt like I was riding a super bus."

Dio stroked the mane of the silver bullet between his legs and smiled with satisfaction.

"A great day? No! Today is your nightmare! Dio Brando!!"

A hoarse voice, accompanied by a violent electric current, swept in from not far away!

Spider-Senses is giving a frantic warning.

An unprecedented sense of threat came from the side!

Dio gripped the reins tightly, and the ripples spread rapidly. The silver bullet pushed off with its hind legs and leaped into the air!

A man and a horse flew over the attacker's head, casting a shadow, but it did not obscure the attacker's astonished eyes.

"Looks like someone got a new mount. That saves me a lot of trouble."

The attacker adjusted his glasses, his arms crackling with a surge of electricity.

"The person who was electrocuted? You were released?"

Dio sized up the completely transformed Electrocution Man and sneered, "Looks like your device is waterproof this time."

"This is all thanks to you."

The man being electrocuted clenched his fist, his gaze fierce but devoid of wisdom.

He was no longer the thin and weak man he once was; instead, he was as strong as an ox.

His chest was clad in a thick bulletproof vest studded with iron nails, and thick blue pipes were faintly visible, allowing him to control the electrical current with ease.

Equipment upgrades, physical fitness upgrades, everything is being updated.

The only things that remained unchanged were the worn-out glasses on his face and the crazed look in his eyes.

"I had a very pleasant conversation with Dr. Hugo; he has always been supportive of my research, of course."

The man being electrocuted spread his arms wide, displaying his powerful physique with a fanatical expression. "I also support his research."

"I can tell."

Dio glanced coldly at the body that had been imbued with the "Power of Nine Dragons," his face full of disdain.

It's just dead muscle.

Of course, he wouldn't underestimate the electrician.

After all, the opponent's attack method mainly consists of surging electric currents, not a body full of muscles.

"I'll electrocute you to death, then give you CPR, and then kill you again."

The man being electrocuted punched the ground.

boom!

A blue current spread along the wire mesh on the ground towards Dio's feet.

"Oh?"

Dio didn't even glance at them, gripped the reins tightly, pointed at the other man, and arrogantly shouted, "I'll return that phrase to you! Silver Bullet!!!"

With a hiss, the silver bullet raised its forelegs high, golden lightning crackling across its body, and slammed down!

The ground was trampled into a large crater, and the dust that was kicked up quickly spread into a cloud of dust.

"Damn it! Where is everyone?!"

The electric torturer lost his former composure in the experiment, but gained unparalleled physical prowess in return.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that his choice to trade his brain for his body might not have been so wise!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! ! !

Several throwing knives sliced ​​through the dust and mist, aiming straight for vital points with a whooshing sound.

"Is this the only dirty trick you can use?!"

A flash of annoyance crossed the eyes of the person being electrocuted, and in haste, he could only raise his stun gloves to protect his face.

Ding ding ding, pfft!

"Ugh!"

Most of the throwing knives were blocked, but a few still managed to get stuck in the gaps in the armor.

The man being electrocuted painfully pulled the throwing knife from his arm. As soon as he looked up, he saw a huge black shadow approaching from the thinning dust.

What is that?

Am I seeing things?

Black?

The man being electrocuted struggled to open his eyes, only to find the shadowy figure getting closer and closer—it wasn't an illusion!

That's a horse!!!

"Hiss!!"

The silver bullet reared up and kicked hard into his chest armor.

"Well!!"

The person being electrocuted stared wide-eyed, staggered back several steps, and felt their insides churning—

Dio leaped off his horse, propelled by the momentum of the charge, his boots leaving long trails on the ground.

He leaned forward, his left hand near his neck as if adjusting his collar, while his right hand was raised high with his fingers fully spread.

His handsome features, flowing blond hair, and impactful movements left a deep impression on those who were subjected to electric shocks.

Dio spun halfway around, his excellent balance giving him perfect control, and shouted:

"Golden Experience!"

A shrewd stand-in emerged from behind, raised his hand high, and brought it down in an instant!

"Wuda!!!"

puff!

The pupils of the person being electrocuted suddenly contracted.

A gaping, bloody gash ran from top to bottom across his chest.

"You! How! Is this possible! What is this?"

"I won this battle!"

Gold Experience's movements left a trail of afterimages as he dismantled the opponent's armor and electrical wires before unleashing a final punch!

"Muda!"

"ah!!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

The electrocuted man's body arced through the air, flying away like a tattered rag!

boom! !

[Great villainous savior, you have once again defeated the weak and pathetic electrocutioner, leaving an unforgettable impression on him.]

[Points +300]

Dior, holding the reins, stood amidst the flames and smoke, coldly surveying the stunned crowd around him.

The Joker gang members slumped to the ground, still clutching their guns, standing there dumbfounded.

Everyone was stunned.

"My name, Dio, will not be remembered by the lowly."

"Especially you bunch of lunatics."

Dio smiled and drew his Glock from his waist, cocking the pistol.

That smile, which seemed so charming to the girls, was nothing short of demonic to the members of the Joker gang.

The panicked crowd fell silent instantly, not daring to utter a single sound.

"Ah! A demon! He's a demon!"

A black man in a white robe screamed as he rushed out of the crowd and ran wildly backward.

He wore a crown of thorns, was shirtless, his white skirt fluttered between his legs, and a silver cross hung on his chest.

Dio frowned, and as soon as he mounted his horse, he saw this madman galloping wildly.

"Are you that timid?"

He snorted coldly, raised his gun and aimed, but after seeing the man's attire, a strange look appeared between his brows.

A crown of thorns, a white robe, and a bare upper body.

This black man is actually playing... Jesus?

He even drew two holes on the back of his hand with red paint!

Black person?

Jesus?

Black Jesus?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a burning sensation came from the saint's remains in his eye sockets.

That was anger, irritation!

"A Black man playing Jesus?"

Dio chuckled, raised the Glock, and aimed the sights at the still-swaying crown of thorns. "Black Lives Matter?"

"It's just a cabinet!"

boom!

The thorn crown flew out. The figure in white robes collapsed into the pile of rubble, motionless.

Dio glanced at the Joker gang members who were sprawled on the ground.

If we let them go, they'll just pick up their guns again before dawn. It's better to incapacitate them.

Dio looked at the sidewalk packed with people and squeezed his legs together on the horse's flanks.

"This road is quite wide too! Hahaha!"

The silver bullets flew through the air, hurtling into the crowd that was still screaming, running away, and crouching in fear.

"Wryyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"

"Ah! Run!!"