Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

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Devouring Rody frowned slightly, clasped his fingers and stared at the newcomer.

Who hasn't seen Batman, whether it's a movie or a comic? The two and a half years of entanglement between the Joker and Master Wayne can be said to support half of the DC plot.

Superman holds up the other half, and the rest like Aquaman are just dragging the team down. No way, no way, is there really anyone who likes Aquaman?

In the comics, although the Joker is a mortal like Grandpa, he can be compared with gods with his mortal body.

He is Batman's own version of himself in a sense, his All Your Life, the love of his life.

With his psychotic brain circuits, endless creativity, and entrepreneurial spirit of daring to think, act, fight and take risks, he made Gotham restless and successfully formed a team of Goming.

Such a dangerous element entered the Black Temple and was one of Rody's men.

Wow, there will be a good show to watch in the future. Just thinking about this head that swallowed Rody makes me feel a little swollen.

...

But it turned out that he was thinking too simply.

There was a sudden commotion nearby, and the crowd gathered together and started to make a fuss.

"You are Rody? Which world are you from? Why are you so awesome?"

"Snapped!"

"You are Rody? Then what am I?"

"Clap!!"

"You're a clown, idiot, we're Rhodey!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

Devouring Rody leaped forward and saw that Clown Rody had appeared near the round table at some point and was fighting with Dragon Rody.

The two hit it off right away. While greeting each other, they slapped each other hard in the face.

No defensive dodge at all.

It was a bit like the World Slapping Contest that Roddy and the others had seen before, except that the two of them were even more polite.

They all show their enthusiasm to the maximum extent.

The Black Palace balanced the strength of everyone, making it impossible for anyone to cause harm to each other.

So even though the two men swung their arms and slapped each other louder and louder, it was useless. At most, the man's face would be crooked and a slap mark would be left.

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"Good fight, hit harder, Dragon King, have you not eaten yet?"

"Yes, yes, yes, slap Lao Long's eyes. I've been annoyed by that conceited pair of golden eyes for a long time. He's always like a big light bulb. If you don't know him, you might think he's Ultraman."

Ryusei Rhodey and Marvel Rhodey were enjoying the fun and squatted nearby, making a lot of noise.

What's the best way for men to express their feelings?

Either we drink or we fight.

They stopped only when they were exhausted from beating each other.

Clown Roddy raised his swollen right hand in pain and murmured in a low voice: "It's not an illusion, is your face bulletproof? It's so thick?"

The dragon Rody was slapped dozens of times but he seemed to be fine. He sat there leisurely without blushing or beating his heart.

"Why did you fight?"

Devouring Rody rubbed his brows with a headache and turned his head left and right to ask.

"I don't know. I just don't like this guy." Dragon Rody spread his hands honestly.

The clown Roddy opposite laughed twice, and after a long time, he sat down on the ground, ignoring the empty seat next to him.

The evil smile on his face finally disappeared. He lowered his head, and his messy green hair concealed his expression. His voice also became deep, no longer a noisy noise.

"Haha, you guys are so lucky that you actually went to another world. It seems like I'm the most unlucky one."

"Hey! Is it back to normal?"

Liuxing Rody glanced at Dragon Clan Rody's fan-like palm in surprise and shook his head regretfully.

"I said that beating him up might be the solution. It seems I was really prescient."

"First of all, I have to say that you are all wrong. I am not a clown..."

Ignoring the other whispering Rody, Clown Rody raised a face that looked exactly like the clown, with a gloomy expression, and began to introduce himself.

It's like a catharsis after being squeezed for too long.

The hollow voice echoed in the hall

Dragging everyone into his memories.

...

"It's been over a year since I jumped off that damn hospital building. When I opened my eyes and saw that damn monster, I knew... Ugh, I'm done for."

The Rodys were soon attracted by the stories of Rody the Clown, who had great storytelling skills.

This story is not long, but it is very tortuous.

To put it simply, after traveling through time, the newcomer Rody escaped from the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's lair.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a friendly smiling face, which was comparable to Freddy in Nightmare on Elm Street who killed people in my dreams. Of course, this guy's name was Jack.

There are many big guys named Jack, such as Tom and Jack, Jack Sparrow, Sparrow, and this Boss Jack, all of whom are very famous.

Roddy had not yet been delighted by meeting a celebrity.

I found myself in pain on my face and was forced to undergo a surgery without anesthesia on the first day.

The operation was very successful.

With Jack's constant comfort, Roddy understood the current situation.

awesome!

As soon as he traveled through time, he found a job as a stand-in for a big boss.

His food, clothing and other necessities are no different from those of the big guys.

Oh, except maybe getting shot.

But think about it.

This job is actually not very threatening, especially in the simple Gotham City.

It's nothing more than negotiating cooperation with government employees every day, and then having a few passionate chases with the bosses of the Wayne Group.

And act as a spiritual mentor for the entire Gotham City, helping those confused and fragile souls and guiding them back home.

Occasionally, he needs to go to the bank to collect his salary on behalf of Jack, the boss. The specific amount of salary depends on the amount of deposits in that bank.

Boss Jack didn't think much of this little money, so he gave it all to Roddy.

...

As we all know, Master Wayne is the richest man in Gotham City, and his master Jack is the second richest.

Because those small banks are like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, one after another will sprout up, and the resources are inexhaustible.

Just like that, after Roddy had served Boss Jack for a whole year with the other twelve good brothers, he was the only one left among his brothers.

That’s right, the other brothers took the money and went back to their hometown to live out their retirement.

He lived the life of a farmer, drinking wheat beer, hugging a girl who smelled of cow dung and sweat, and reproducing.

These were all told to him affectionately by Big Boss Jack as he put his arm around his neck at the dinner table.

Not only that.

Boss Jack admires Roddy very much.

He also promised that if one day he had an accident, he would be sent to prison by his damn rival, the Wayne family master, to live there in retirement.

Then this vast empire he has conquered will belong to Rody.

It sounds pretty good, right? At least it’s better than those leeks who have been in class for two and a half years but still haven’t paid the five social insurances.

Roddy was even more flattered.

Now that Boss Jack has said so, then after a whole night!

No, to be precise, he made this decision after careful consideration in the blink of an eye.

"Ten thousand years is too long. I only have time to spare. So, sir, please retire now."

So Roddy smiled and stuffed the exquisite work of art pistol marked with number one that Jack had given him as a gift into Jack's unusually huge mouth.

While the other party was surprised for a moment, he pulled the trigger.

I invited the other party to have a bowl of spicy soup and tofu pudding.

The bar happened to be hosting the company's annual meeting at the time.

In full view of everyone, Roddy let Boss Jack take the lunch box.

At the same time, I leaned over to his ear and told him that what I hated most was his damn stinky mouth.

Afterwards, there was cheering and applause in the bar.

After arguing with reason and helping several bosses to go home and retire in a friendly manner, Roddy finally succeeded in taking over the position that Jack had promised him before his death.

Became the boss of the company!

Promise to lead everyone to create greater glory!

It’s a pity that Roddy forgot one thing, that is, Boss Jack and his rival Grandpa Wayne actually had some improper relationship in private.

Perhaps it was the frequent and passionate exchanges between the two that led to their mutual affection.

When Grandpa Wayne learned that Jack had returned home to retire and abandoned him, he was furious.

He couldn't believe that the vows they made to each other were all lies.

So on a sunny morning, I knocked on Rody's door.