From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone. Author: Lost

Leo is a simple, pure and easily satisfied person. Unlike those who like to save the world, he only pursues two small things in his life - money and eternal life.

But even such humble and harmless requests were obstructed by many "big shots", which made him unhappy.

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Saburo Arasaka, Batman, Iron Man, Black Panther... Names like these are all written down in his little notebook, and it's really - really - really an eyesore!

And that damn clown, he hated clowns!

He swore that if he could ever control Arkham Asylum, he would enforce a "lobotomy upon imprisonment" policy and let those damned guys spend their twilight years in the ward forever!

Finally, he would like to specifically praise his dear V (Vivian), V (Vera), and V (Veronica).

They come from different backgrounds, from the streets, the wilderness and the company, but they are all gentle, virtuous, beautiful and kind. Especially Vivian, who comes from the streets, he loves her more than anything else, not just because she is crackling bones behind him...

　"Have you finished writing your suicide note?" Weiweian smiled. "When you're done, hit the road. - Scumbag

Nobody: Chapter 1: Simple Gotham City

An unknown alley in Gotham City.

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the ground, illuminating an area.

A group of hooded gangsters were hiding in the shadows, making a lot of noise.

"Put on your balaclava, new guy!"

"After today's victory, we will no longer be unknown. Imagine, with a backpack full of money and a headline on the front page."

The portly man put the bottle of wine into his mouth and drank it heartily.

"Wow, I'm feeling it, I'm feeling it! Listen up - I've got a pile of money, a shot glass with ice, we can keep opening bottles all night..."

Leo finally shook off the big hand that was grabbing his hood and pulling it, and saw the "boss" holding a bottle of wine in one hand, patting his belly with the other, shaking his head and singing an excited song.

The hoarse, smoky voice almost made him vomit.

He dared to drink before robbing a bank. If he could succeed, he would eat the whole bottle!

He closed his eyes and "looked" to the upper right corner.

In the vision that should have been pitch black, a string of green information actually lit up - charging for traveling - [01:51:05]

After a breath, 05 became 00. There was no doubt that this was a countdown.

When the countdown is over, he should be able to travel back to his original world.

He swore that from now on he would never click on such pop-up windows again.

In the middle of summer, he was sitting in front of a computer typing code wearing only a pair of shorts. Then he closed his eyes and opened them again, and suddenly appeared in a damp and dark alley.

Whenever he thought of that scene, his eyes couldn't help but become moist.

Even more desperate was the newspaper that was dug out from the trash can next to him, which clearly stated: "Another jailbreak occurred in Arkham Asylum. The most dangerous prisoner escaped. Why can't our guardians 'solve' the criminal once and for all?"

The picture in the newspaper was of a grinning clown sitting in a cage with the corners of his mouth raised wildly, as if he was having a great time at a party.

When Leo saw this, his heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

After he read all the pages of all the newspapers, this premonition turned into a real nightmare.

He traveled to the DC world, and to the most dangerous city in the world - Gotham!

The only things that came with him were his big shorts and the 24-hour countdown that he could see when he closed his eyes.

Oh, no, he also has glasses and slippers... Thank God, thank his ancestors!

If there is anything worse than this, it is that when he barely made an environmentally friendly outfit out of newspapers, he suddenly encountered a group of psychopaths.

The sturdy man in the lead, the beer-bellied man in front of him, tore his new clothes in half and laughed inhumanely: "Hahaha! Look, brothers, there's an unlucky guy who was kicked out for stealing!"

Leo tried his best to explain that he was just taking a walk and flipping through the newspaper to find a job.

But this kind of nonsense, which he himself did not believe, could only lead to more outrageous ridicule.

After being laughed at, he had two choices:

Or join a vibrant social group and rob a bank together.

Either get knocked out and sold to a black market doctor or anyone willing to buy his ass.

Leo is a 35-year-old programmer who was optimized for a large company. He is so arrogant. Can he endure such humiliation!

He—can!

At that time, he acknowledged him as the boss and vowed to serve him until his death!

The eldest brother was also very happy and comforted him - he would help him protect his butt when they were in prison together in the future.

Leo was very touched. Look how good this boss is... Sooner or later, he will stab him in the back to let him know how dangerous it is to be the boss.

After that, he acquired a set of casual clothes that were originally white and now light yellow, full of male body odor.

After putting it on, my body feels warm, but it smells a bit...

He originally planned to endure for 24 hours and then escape at the speed of light when the time was up.

Unexpectedly, this group of crazy people were so active that they planned to rob a bank the next day.

Leo himself was very opposed to this action, but he didn't have the Equality Device, while everyone else did. So he was a younger brother and had no say.

Now, in another dark and narrow alley, they are waiting for the last member, who is said to be the leader. He is experienced and responsible for planning all the steps of robbing the bank.

After waiting for half an hour, a group of unruly gangsters were so drunk that they could hardly stand, before a gray van finally arrived and stopped in front of them.

Bang——Dang——

The rear door of the car was kicked open, and an old friend who looked familiar jumped out of the car with fancy dance steps.

He was wearing a bright purple suit, his face was painted with that signature pale makeup, and there was a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Good afternoon, everyone." He opened his hands and saluted in an elegant and exaggerated way, "Nice to meet you~"

"Hahaha--!"

He looked genuinely happy and laughed hysterically right after saying hello.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, yet it carried an irresistible magic, as if it could penetrate everyone's heart, making people involuntarily laugh with him and go crazy together.

The drunken bandits sobered up instantly and laughed along with him. But this smile was not from the heart, nor was it joyful, but full of flattery and flattery.

Leo could see that these vicious criminals were afraid when facing ordinary people.

Their shaking legs, wandering eyes, and stiff and ridiculous smiles all show that they are afraid of clowns.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. How many people in Gotham City are not afraid of the Joker?

Here, the gap between criminals and super criminals is sometimes greater than the gap between humans and animals.

For a moment, almost everyone was laughing awkwardly, except for one person who really couldn't laugh.

This alien is undoubtedly Leo himself.

Not only could he not laugh, he even wanted to cry and scream.

Thank you for your generous gift!

A living clown!!

There was no one he least wanted to see in Gotham City.

When he meets other super criminals, he can disguise himself according to their personalities to protect himself. But this is the Joker, the damn Joker!

Even Batman can't guess what crazy thing he will do next!

Leo accidentally looked at him for a second, his heart skipped a beat, and he mobilized all his facial muscles to barely force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

There was a cunning gleam in the clown's eyes, which lingered on his face for a few seconds, "Oh-oh-oh-such a clean and harmless look, reminding me of a lost deer in the forest."

"Where did you find this guy who looks like a fledgling?"

Nobody: Chapter 2 Why so serious?

Faced with the famous clown, the minions were at a loss and turned their eyes to the "boss" who was leading them.

The fat man quickly threw away the bottle and tightened his belly that was about to burst his belt. "Uh... well... didn't you say when we contacted each other before that we were a little short of people? So I tried to find a new person."

"Don't worry, he's so poor that he has to look for clothes in the trash can. He can't be an undercover police officer."

After hearing his explanation, the clown remained noncommittal and just frowned in confusion.

The other person at the center of the topic was in a difficult situation.

But Leo didn't dare to express his opinion and just wanted to be a mute that no one cared about.

"That's fine, it's all the same anyway."

After a brief conversation, the clown walked around the crowd in circles.

The tense atmosphere grew as his silence prolonged. These terrorists, whom ordinary people dared not look directly at, shrank their heads as if they were surrounded by him alone.

A few minutes later, the clown clapped his hands twice as if to confirm something.

popping.

The clear applause broke the spell of silence that enveloped the crowd, and these people dared to breathe again.

The clown turned and walked towards the van, half-closed the door, turned around and waved to the fat man, "Next, assign the tasks, one by one."

No one dared to have any objection to his arrangements.

The eldest stepped forward, while the others stepped back a few steps.

About two minutes later, the boss came out triumphantly with a brand new rifle and a travel bag slung around his waist.

He exuded a confident glow, as if he was confident of the actions he would take later.

Then the second person was called over.

In just a quarter of an hour, the eight people except Leo finished their private conversation with the Joker, and everyone's face was shining with a different look.

They tacitly did not ask each other about their jobs, and quietly familiarized themselves with the new equipment given by the Joker.

Finally, under Leo's uneasy gaze, the clown waved to him.

Leo quickly closed his eyes and looked at the countdown——[01:01:24]

The good news is that he will be able to go home in an hour.

Bad news, I don't know if the bank robbery can be delayed that long.

If there is no other option, why not chat with the clown for a while and delay some time?

In desperation, Leo walked into the van with this unreliable idea.

The light dimmed slightly and the smell of gun oil wafted into my nose.

After entering, the clown sat opposite him - with his legs crossed leisurely.

"Hello... Mr. Joker."

Leo lowered his head and sat on the seat hesitantly, not even daring to look into his eyes.

There was no response from the other side and the van was completely silent.

Although he really wanted to delay for a little longer, the opponent on the other side was a madman among madmen, and he didn't dare to gamble on what would happen if the stalemate continued.

Helplessly, Leo could only look up and look at the clown.

Then he saw——

The clown had an exaggerated expression, with his two hands, one facing forward and the other backward, making a figure eight, forming a rectangular "frame". He was placed in the middle of the frame and studied carefully.

Leo was speechless.

He is indeed a madman. He really doesn't understand this operation...

After "playing" like this for five minutes, the clown put his hands down and made exclamatory sounds.

"I don't understand, but it's very interesting. You are a very...special person."