Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

Lucian took advantage of the time difference, using a short period of time to prevent the black man from verifying his words, and his reckless behavior also provided evidence of his guilt.

Just watching with a smile.

Chapter 65: Oh my god, how can it be modified after it is published?

The previous chapter was reviewed and revised just now.

Almost fifty words were reduced.

I looked for a long time but couldn't figure out which fifty words they were.

Anyway, I won’t do it anymore.

Chapter 66 Okay, okay, after all this time you can still trick me, clown!

"I really doubt that your big head and small head have switched places." Lucian said innocently: "Even if I escaped from prison, how could I tell you?"

Looking at the black man's frustrated and angry expression, Lucien's anger strangely subsided.

……

?

Lucien asked himself honestly, he did have a good temper, but it was not so bad.

He listened to the curses and carefully observed his own psychology.

It was entirely due to the ridicule of bystanders.

Lucian couldn't put himself in the other man's shoes and understand his desire for revenge.

eager?

Yes, he killed both his desire and his fear... Not only that, he also burned them both to ashes to prevent them from coming back to life.

……

Shit clown!

……

Lucien figured out what the Joker had done.

He erased Lucian's memory, retaining vague instincts... These instincts induced Lucian to voluntarily kill "Batman" and cremate "Joker" with his own hands.

The Joker transformed Lucian's inner desires and fears into the appearances of "Batman" and "Joker" to achieve a dramatic ending.

……

shit!

……

Thinking of this, Lucian no longer had the mood to confront this little minion in front of him. Looking at his expression, he retorted sarcastically, taking out his resentment towards the clown on him:

"I find it hard to believe that in this city with so little sunshine, there are people who can get this tan... I've heard that vitiligo is the disease you most want to get... It can make you a white person painlessly. Believe me, even if you really have vitiligo, you can't escape the history of the plantation."

"Do you know what my favorite class was when I was in school? Listening to my black teacher talk about the Age of Exploration? Oh, of course, you definitely don't know that. With the characteristics you've shown, I even doubt you know how to spell the word 'commodity'."

The black man's defense was broken at a speed visible to the naked eye. He grabbed the iron fence and spit towards this side, and all he said was "Fuck" and "Who the hell is it".

"I'm sorry to have hurt your fragile pride, a pride worth a hundred and ten gallons of rum."

"Click——"

As the shutter sounded, Lucien, who was cursing happily, turned his head and saw Gordon, who was a little embarrassed, and the reporters who were taking pictures frantically behind him.

"Oh……"

……

"You've caused us a lot of trouble."

At the entrance of the police station, Gordon patted Lucien on the shoulder and said, "They are all saying that you are a racist and asking us to convict you based on racial discrimination."

Lucian spread his hands: "I'm grateful you didn't do that."

"In fact, we wanted to do that." Brock lit a cigarette and took a puff. "But unfortunately, Wayne bailed you out."

He raised his hand and gestured to the luxury car waiting at the door.

……

"So? What's your reason for saying these things?" Bruce handed today's Gotham Daily to Lucian.

Lucien took it and looked at the eye-catching title on it: "Racists in the Police Station Bullying Poor Black People"

The photo shows Lucian expressing his passion.

He patted his head, closed the newspaper, and said to Bruce sincerely, "Would you believe me if I said this was to stimulate him to tell what happened in court?"

Lucian responded with a sneer.

So he folded the newspaper and said, "Well, it's because he... peed on me."

Lucian originally wanted to say that he shot it, but considering that there was Alfred in the car who was eyeing him eagerly, he changed his words.

"Yesterday morning, while I was sleeping, he deliberately urinated on my side."

Bruce nodded slightly, reluctantly believing this reason, while the knowledgeable Alfred obviously understood what was happening better and said:

"Mr. Lucian, perhaps your ancient gentlemanly manners are not suitable for the current environment of Gotham... But I am still a little surprised. How did you know about the situation of black people during the Age of Exploration?"

Lucian, a perceptive former agent, pulled out the patch he had prepared long ago:

"I said, I was conscious at certain times."

As for which times?

He has the final say.

……

"That guy is really sharp-tongued." Brock tapped the ash off his cigarette. "He really scared me."

Gordon said nothing and watched the luxury car go away.

Brock patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, just like you... you don't know how to adapt."

"Let's go." He turned and headed towards the police station. "We have to investigate the true cause of the Waynes' deaths... This was originally an easy case to solve, but you see, the most likely suspect has gained the victim's trust."

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"I need to keep my distance from you." In the living room of Wayne Manor, Lucien held a teacup and looked at the intricate patterns on it:

"They will come to surround me soon..."

The top-grade black tea in the teacup created a few ripples.

"We can set a trap like this." Bruce had a different opinion.

"Of course... If possible, I'll need a large cold storage, a livestock grinder, and bullets containing liquid nitrogen."

Low temperature and dismemberment to deal with the claws are also what Batman does in the comics.

"They are just tools. They have no wisdom before awakening. These are enough to kill them." Lucian blew the hot air off the teacup.

"Later I'll look for the address of the Court of Owls. I seem to remember it's in..." He pointed downwards and mouthed "here".

Bruce's eyes widened slightly.

"There's no need to be too vigilant. Their strength lies in their claws and poison... If you can subdue the claws, I can even take you to face them." Lucian sneered, "A bunch of maggots hiding in the darkness."

The strength of the Court of Owls lies in its control over Gotham and its claws that have no weaknesses and cannot be killed.

If you get caught up in the vortex of power in Gotham, you might be controlled involuntarily.

But Lucien was a bachelor with nothing.

Bruce is also a bachelor whose parents have just died.

The two were not afraid.

"What if I fail..." Lucian looked into Bruce's eyes and smiled. "If I fail, I might be imprisoned in the Iron Maiden, dying forever and resurrecting forever."

"Wayne will be sidelined in a very short time...all the money your parents left you will flow into their hands."

"Gotham will be shrouded in their shadow, and children like you will be produced endlessly by people like me."

Lucian tapped the cup lightly with his index finger. "...You need to find a safe place to protect yourself. If I fail, I hope that in the future you can achieve what I couldn't."

He winked playfully, "Then find the Iron Maiden from the bottom of the sea and free me."

Chapter 67 Owl, Your Power is Here

Is it difficult to speedrun the Court of Owls?

The player said to search for the ant thief.

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Abandoned factory.

Lucian sat in a chair, leaning forward, holding the umbrella with both hands, and turned to look out the window at the night scene of Gotham.

A few stars and a bright full moon.

"If nothing else, the weather in this world's Gotham is really nice."

He looked at the moon and thought of what he had seen before - the scene where bat lights and clown lights competed for glory under the dark clouds.

At this moment, a silver figure suddenly flashed across the window.

Then, Lucian heard a rustling sound like marching army ants.

He saw a silver wave.

——It’s a group of sharp claws.

“Wow…Wow…”

Lucian hadn't expected so many people to turn out. He looked at the leader charging towards him with a knife and asked, "I just explained the existence of the court...and not many people believed it."