Chapter 783 (2/2)

A tall figure hugged his arm and said in a muffled voice that he was so strong that his arms were as thick as the clown's waist.

The clown sat up and gracefully raised his legs. His shoulders were still pumping and wiping his tears.

In the dark, his pale face and huge smile were very obvious.

”Oh, death, darkness, smiles, these always move me. I don't blame you for not realizing this kind of beauty.”

”I have some research on death, which is really funny.” A figure without skin, like a corpse, came out of the shadow.

The voice can't tell a man from a woman, but can only see its tongue sticking out of a hole in his face muscle in the moonlight.

The clown laughed and clapped his hands, as if he agreed with her. He put his hands on the piano cover and jumped off the ground: ”OK, ha ha, Gotham elite, my friends, a new game begins, as long as you do your part well... Bang! It's easy to make money! ”

The woman who looks like a rotten corpse touches the few strands of hair left on her head. The long white hair is like the withered grass that you drill out of a stone.

”My task is the most dangerous. I should be given more money.”

”Balabalabalabalabala...” the clown shook his head and put out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth. His saliva was flying everywhere: ”don't tell me about this! How to divide the money, you discuss with Bain and them, but if you can't make me happy, do you know what you think before bananas are eaten? Ah?! Hahahaha... ”

” the nymphal butterfly felt the hunger in his stomach, and his saliva gradually flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He wanted to eat the corpse on the ground. ” A monster with three pairs of limbs and broken butterfly wings on its back walked out of the crowd and went straight to the two bodies in the room.

The clown turned his wrists and made a gesture of invitation: ”I wish you a good appetite, my friend with wings. Have I ever told you that I like flying animals? Ha ha, er, the moth doesn't seem to be an animal. I made a mistake again, ha ha...

after laughing for a while, the clown suddenly stopped, as if he had been pinched by his neck, and his voice became dark and gloomy.

”There are a lot of people in the game now. We have to throw out some boring people. Batman is mine!”

Bain patted his chest: ”as long as the money is in place, I can break his back for you.”

The clown's bloodshot eyes suddenly turned to him, the eyes are crazy and paranoid: ”I said the bat is mine! Is there something wrong with your understanding?! If you touch him, I'll kill you

Bain took a deep breath and inflated the fire back. They escaped from Arkham during the flood, but not only the civilians now have nothing, but they too.

It's not just the configuration of Titan venom, but also the renewal of equipment. It needs money. Mercenaries are not so easy to do.

That's why none of them could turn down the clown's solicitation when he found them with a gold wand.

As long as he doesn't touch some of his lesions, he can be said to be the kind of employer the mercenaries like.

He doesn't care about the process, he doesn't care about the means, he just wants the result, and he will face the strongest enemy in person.

They don't know where the clown went before, or what he did, but now he's crazy, pulling out a team in Gotham like he's going to fight with.

But no one can see his purpose, because the whole plan doesn't sound like a Batman at all.

However, this has nothing to do with a few people, only the voice of the nymphal butterfly's vertical mouth biting the corpse came from, moist, sticky sound.

The clown shuddered, sniffed hard, put out his tongue and gasped. He suddenly burst into laughter.

”It's OK, Bain, my friend, go to work. I was so excited just now. You know, I miss him very much.”

As he said this, he put his palm on his face. The pieces of dried blood left several long traces on his white face.

Wiping his nose with his sleeve, he first walked out of the room and looked up at the familiar shadow of bats.

He limped up the road, picked up the monster's head from the puddle, grasped the cervical stump under his neck, and jumped onto the curb.

The mad man with green hair regarded the head as an umbrella and held it in his hand to let it look at him. He jumped ”song in the rain” between the roadbed and the mud pond, kicking the mud everywhere and laughing happily.

”Move on, guys, time is money, your money, come on, bring me Batman, ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha...”