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

Oswald put his cigar aside and thought for a moment: "...I was a little hesitant when I came to this conclusion."

"Tone, after Bane's death, were you raised by the Joker?"

Chapter 127 Paul

Tone witnessed Bane being killed by Paul when he was a child, so the question is how he grew up to this point without a guardian.

Oswald once thought he was adopted by the League of Assassins... but being adopted shouldn't concern the Joker so much.

"Perhaps it was the Joker who rescued you from the wreckage... and sent you to the League of Assassins?"

This is the most reasonable guess.

Tone didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

Oswald snorted. "That's quite amusing."

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In any case, the war between the Angels of Death and the Resistance is about to begin.

All the rebels who could be mobilized had been mobilized, their main combat forces had been restored to their original levels, plans had been worked out, and spies had been arranged.

If it drags on, economic sanctions and material shortages will only make things increasingly difficult for the rebels.

So a week after Lucian left the rebels, the decisive battle began.

……

"Distribute them to various districts in Gotham... and attack them one by one, prolonging the battle and draining their energy." Lucian looked at the plan in the letter, raised an eyebrow, and said to the old clown:

"Don't you think this plan sounds familiar?"

"The same trick Bane used to fight the bat." The old clown painted his lips and eyeshadow with paint: "Nothing new."

"Honestly, the makeup you're using now is waterproof and long-lasting, but it's hard to clean... I have a better one, do you need it?" The clown makeup on Lucian's face was obviously of better quality than his.

"No." The old clown refused as a matter of course, revealing his burnt, even broken and missing teeth: "This is the most classic look... My dear, yours is elegant and gentle."

"...When I die, I will consider painting my face." Lucian watched him find the classic purple striped suit again... It was really classic and in line with the public's impression of the clown.

Also, because of conformity, one becomes sociable and loses distinctiveness.

The old clown twirled the cane. "Dear, I know what you're thinking... but that's the thing. You can't completely peel yourself out of this skin."

"Nothing gets accomplished by being an exception... and the same goes for clowns."

……

The old clown finally finished cleaning up his mess… four hours later.

He was very old and refused Lucien's help. His movements were very slow, as if he was preparing for his own death.

The same is true.

Lucien persuaded the old clown to participate in a plan, and the content of the plan stated that today would be his death day.

After cleaning up, the old clown opened the door and went out... He was still leaning on his cane and walking with a staggering step.

Lucien called out to him.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" The old clown raised his eyebrows.

"No." Lucian took out a few cameras and bugs and placed them on him: "I want to see the first-person perspective..."

The old clown allowed him to do what he wanted, looking at Lucien's flowing, smooth, and thick hair: "Do you want to get used to it in advance?"

"From the first-person perspective of the NPC who drives the plot?"

……

Lucien often has the illusion that the Joker has broken the fourth wall... The Joker knows that he exists in a false world.

And be able to keenly perceive the true meaning of things.

Like the Joker's emotional insight, this is closer to a passive skill.

……

The door closed, the old clown left, Lucien lit a cigarette, turned on the computer, and saw the real situation through the camera... from the NPC perspective that drives the development of the plot.

……

It was four in the morning, still dark, not Gotham's most beautiful hour.

The old clown was driving... a Lamborghini, a brand new Lamborghini, God knows how he got it.

Paul was now at his most exhausted moment... He had been busy all night, and both his physical strength and venom were exhausted, even the Angel Cave that the Red Bishop carried him back to.

"I need to recover quickly... The church in Purgatory was attacked... just now."

"Sir, you've had a hard day. There's no shame in taking a few hours to rest."

"No..." Paul was carried into the storage room - this is the storage place of Venom: "With every passing hour... those enemies will only become more arrogant, they will destroy this city... Gotham needs the Saint Bat."

So the Red Cardinal could only say: "Madeleine, come quickly! The Saint needs you."

The empty voice echoed, but received no response.

They had no choice but to go to the storage cabinet and open it with the combination...but the cabinet that was supposed to be filled with venom was empty.

"Do not……"

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him, followed by a familiar male voice: "Lost something? It's okay..."

Paul and the Red Cardinal turned around and saw Tone and Damian.

This is exactly what Tonet said: "No one is perfect."

...Metaphor, you are not a saint bat, how can you not make mistakes?

Paul looked at them and said, "I don't understand...how you got in here."

"...I'm sorry." Madeline's voice came out. She walked out from the shadows and stood in front of him: "I'm sorry, dear, it was me."

Before Paul could react, she continued, "I've stood by your side for too long... Your dependence on Venom and your obsession with Bruce have completely changed you... I've argued with you for a long time, but I really can't find any trace of you who you once were... I'm sorry, I betrayed you."

"Madeline..." Paul remembered what he wanted to say but stopped when he injected the venom and visited Bruce, the frequent quarrels in recent years, and the sudden end of time recently... The time point was after Bruce was rescued by Tony.

"I thought you finally understood me..."

"…I'm sorry, Paul."

Paul closed his eyes, and before anyone could react, he reached out and broke her neck.

"It's all right, Madeline. I forgive you now."

He turned around, looked at the other three, and sneered, "You broke into my base and persuaded my wife to rebel... Don't worry, I will break your limbs and dig out your facial features... I won't let you die easily."

While he was making these harsh remarks, Bruce, who was lurking at the top, pressed the bomb button...and flames swept through.

Madeline has already been instigated to rebel, so how could it be possible that the trap is limited to intelligence and supplies?

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Paul crawled out weakly... His venom was not replenished, and he had little physical strength. While struggling, he was knocked to the ground by Tone, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I've been looking forward to killing you for a long time, Paul... but you've truly let me down." He punched him again and again, "You've become a poisonous insect... You can't even control your own desires."

Paul didn't get a chance to speak... He didn't even get a chance to rip off Toni's arm and swallow the venom as in the original comics.

Damian followed and chopped off Paul's arms with a knife, blood splattering. "...It's clear that your strength doesn't match your reputation."

The arm fell to the side, leaving only Paul's screams... Bruce also killed the Red Cardinal.

……

The era of the Holy Bat has ended...

Is that right?

A dull roar of a car was heard, a beautiful Lamborghini.

Bruce saw a figure through the rolled-down car window.

I haven't seen him in nearly thirty years...his contemporary, the Joker.

The old clown now looked no longer decadent or staggering. He whistled brightly and shrilly.

"Long time no see! Baby!" He leaned half of his body out of the window and waved, as if he was facing his lover after many years.

Chapter 128 The Death of the Clown

No one expected the Joker to appear at this time... or perhaps they did, but it was an expectation of Lucian, the new Joker.

Tone's gaze shifted from Paul to the old clown, with a complicated look as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Unfortunately, the old clown's attention was all on the old bat... He braked, stuck his head out, and then showed a wicked smile:

"Do you know why I disappeared when Paul was in power... and then reappeared when his regime was threatened?"

The arc widened: "Because I am extremely satisfied with his governance! I am his loyal supporter!"

"That's the way it should be done! Fight violence with violence! Shock Gotham with death!"

……

The voice came from the computer. Lucien couldn't help laughing as he listened. White ash fell from the cigarette between his fingers.

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Paul, whose arms were chopped off and who was already in desperate situation, was very surprised to hear this. He looked past the person in front of him to look at the old super villain, his lips trembling.

The old Joker smiled soothingly, a smile that was somewhat carelessly sincere, and then looked at Batman again: "...So now I come to take away my holy bat...I am even willing to sacrifice my life. Who wants to stop me?"

Like a fanatic brainwashed by Paul... trying to fight with the physical fitness of an old man... a bit stupid and ridiculous.

"You can keep this wish after you die!" Damian attacked first.

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Lucian saw two flashes of snow-white swords from a first-person perspective, and then the image became blurry... The old clown stepped on the accelerator and dodged.

Then a flying knife pierced the glass and flew straight to his face.