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

"Gentlemen! I thought I heard someone say..."

The tall and thin ghost figure in the darkness appeared under the light of the white candle.

"Can't find this place?"

He tilted his head and watched the owls flapping their wings, then poked the ground with the crowbar in his hand, and the two made a crisp sound when they collided.

"To be honest, the maze outside did block me for a while. Fortunately, you haven't renovated it yet, so it didn't take much time to get here."

It took Lucian five hours, even though he had a clear location and a small infrared detector.

"I should be thankful that you all gathered together, saving us the time of identifying and arresting everyone one by one... Honestly, this really feels like a game. What was it?"

Lucian calmly watched them raise their guns towards him. "Oh, it's a single-player game, the kind without ratings... As long as I pass the level, I'll definitely get all the rewards."

Owl controlled Talon through poison, hypothermia, and brainwashing, but obviously, this had no effect on Lucian.

The Owls control Gotham through intelligence, economy, and politics, but apparently, this doesn't work on Lucian either.

Today's owls no longer have sharp claws, and their beaks have rotted and become festering due to their dependence on claws.

All they did was point a gun at an immortal, lure a man without desires with benefits, and intimidate a fearless man with threats.

What else can be done?

……

Oh, and they can run... and fly away with their wings.

No one knew who had opened some mechanism, but cracks appeared in the ground and the walls, revealing several safe passages that were one person wide.

It seems that the leader is planning to use the crowd to block his way and escape first.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows...but you are an owl."

Lucian raised the gun that could only fire liquid nitrogen bullets and squinted his eyes to aim at the man's legs.

It's just a leg. At most it will need amputation. It shouldn't kill anyone.

As he shot, more bullets hit Lucian, causing blood to spurt out of his body.

“…It’s not pretty.”

After firing those thirty or so bullets, the ground was stained with blood.

It was all Lucian's own blood.

"If I were to sell my blood, I would definitely be richer than Wayne in the future."

This might be a way to make money.

……

In short, under the attack of Lucian, who is more resilient and more desperate than the claws.

There was no way for anyone in this conference room to escape.

——My legs were frozen solid by liquid nitrogen.

Lucian looked at the owls wailing in fear and nodded slightly: "Okay, now you can answer my questions."

He squatted on the ground, keeping the same level as them, and threw the gun without bullets aside casually. He stared at the empty masks seriously.

"Let me guess, you must be wondering...where are the claws? Where have all the claws gone?" Lucian stood up and hit someone's calf with a crowbar, making a "bangbang" sound.

"Their blood foam is just like your legs, hard and sticky."

……

"What do you want, Jack?" the leader with a white mask asked, suppressing the pain.

Jack? Why a new name?

Lucian thought they would call themselves Jocel, so he asked:

"Why not Qiao Qieer... This is the name you gave me." He raised his eyebrows tentatively: "Aren't you satisfied enough?"

"Celebrities don't speak in secret, Jack." The white mask said, "It's wrong for us to control you."

?

Lucian raised his eyebrows. Although he felt that his amnesia during this period was related to the court, he didn't expect that the blame for killing the Wayne couple was not his.

……

Did the lie to the little bat come true?

……

"The court will no longer target you, and we can also promise you three conditions." White Mask said: "You should understand that the court is not only in Gotham."

Gotham's Court of Owls is an offshoot of the Council of Owls, which exists in many countries and cities.

Lucian naturally didn't want to be bothered by owls all the time.

But at the moment he is more concerned about this.

What happened during those three months? How did he lose his memory?

Lucian looked at them gloomily, who looked like canned meat. He no longer listened to the words of the White Mask and his gaze gradually shifted to the King of Claws.

Got a good idea.

Chapter 69 It’s Gotham after all.

"I have a good idea." He looked at the man dressed differently from the others, then looked away and looked at the white masks one by one:

"What if I train you to be my own claws..."

"Although I have no interest in controlling Gotham's dark side... this is the best way to avoid trouble, what do you think?"

A hoarse voice, altered by a voice changer, came from under the white mask:

"We're all real celebrities. If you want to brainwash us, you have to make sure we disappear for at least three days to succeed... If so many people disappear for more than three days, you'll be in trouble."

"That makes sense." Lucian agreed. "But I'm still worried about your counterattack..."

"Maybe I should kill you? I'm alone, and no one will come looking for me after you die... How about this suggestion?"

Lucien naturally wouldn't do that... at least not now, but he still brought it up. This was the "should-the-door-be-rejected" effect.

When an outrageous proposal is rejected, a relatively easy one will be agreed to.

"Killing us won't bring you any benefit." White Mask said: "Leave us, we can create greater benefits for you, and even... recognize you as our master."

……

Is it tempting?

Become the mastermind behind the court and the underground leader of Gotham?

Isn’t that tempting?

……

But what are the owl's talons? Aside from its superficial ability to be an assassin, its greatest strength lies in its control over politics and the economy, and its ability to establish order.

If Lucian became the master of this so-called owl, he would be corrupted by the city and controlled by this organization in just a few days.

He will be the most leader-like Claw, and he will be the next King of Claws.

……

Lucien thought, he should really thank the clown.

……

"I don't need this... I can't imagine how you guys can help me." Lucian smiled. "What I need is the method for making claws. What I need is electrum."

"And, most importantly, your archives."

……

The White Masks agreed to the first two demands but rejected the last.

"No, ice cubes, I'm afraid you don't understand the situation." Lucian walked among them with a crowbar and hit one of them hard on the stiff leg with the crowbar.

Blood, flesh and ice splattered everywhere.

"You are prisoners now. There is no room for negotiation."

The White Masks thought what he said made sense, and unanimously and voluntarily agreed to all of Lucian's conditions, and also gave him an anonymous check.

……

Lucien saw Jochel's file, which had two photos on it, one of the real Jochel and the other of Lucien.

They don't look much alike, but they are both exactly the same skinny.

This is the identity information that the court imposed on Lucien in a social sense.

"Not bad, I don't have to worry about the American green card." Lucian found a bag to put it in, and would study the first half of his life when he had free time.

The next thing I found was the history of the feud between Owl and Wayne, in which the Wayne family was named "traitors".

"This is a gift for little Bruce..."

Finally, Lucien found a file named Jack Oswald White in the safe.

This is the clown's name.

Thinking of the Joker on one hand and the White Mask calling himself Jack on the other, Lucien opened the file.

……

Name: Jack Oswald White

Sex: Male

Height: 198cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Features: Green eyes, green hair

Training plan: one-time consumption