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Chapter 450 Mars hits the Earth!
Nereus looked at his daughter lovingly. In his eyes, even though his daughter was close to adulthood, she was still just a little child.

However, such a young child is about to become a party to a political marriage.

Moreover, Om is really not a good match. At least Nereus doesn't like his future son-in-law very much.

Indeed, Om is tall, handsome, elegant and extremely powerful.

But Nereus did not like Orm's ambition.

Om never hides himself. When he comes to power, the sea is bound to be stirred up by his series of actions, and those waves are dangerous!

As a father, Nereus really didn't want to marry his daughter to someone like Orm.

But what else could he do?

The marriage between the Kingdom of Zebel and the Kingdom of Atlantis has lasted for a long time, and it can't be ruined in this generation.

What's more, the Kingdom of Zebel already owes the Kingdom of Atlantis a huge favor regarding the issue of its sister Atlanna.

It's impossible that after what happened with Atlanna, the Kingdom of Zebel will continue to sever its marriage alliance with the Kingdom of Atlantis, right?
If that were the case, the two kingdoms would not just be breaking off their traditions, but simply becoming enemies of each other!
No matter what, my daughter and I cannot become the source of a sea of ​​cholera...

Thinking of this, Nereus reached out his hand lovingly and rubbed his daughter's burgundy hair.

Feeling her father's big hand, Mera didn't know what her father was thinking. She just felt that her father was worried about her.

So she smiled generously and continued to speak to her father.

"Father, are you worried about me?
Don't worry, father, your daughter will take good care of herself.

Besides, I won’t be facing the issue of marriage for a while, I’m still very young~

This time we came to Atlantis, we are not in a hurry to marry me off.

Aren't we here to guard that Mother Box?"

At this point, Mera showed a hint of curiosity on her face, and she whispered to Nereus.

"By the way, Father, what exactly is that Mother Box?
What are we going to face next? Will there be any danger? I always feel that you, father, are very worried about the Mother Box."

"Mother Box..."

Listening to his daughter's question, Nereus let go of his love for his daughter and then couldn't help but take a breath.

"You are right, my daughter, I am indeed worried about the anomaly of the Mother Box.

Although historical records are not exhaustive and we cannot know all the secrets of the Mother Box, there is no doubt that the Mother Box is an extremely dangerous thing.

It was so dangerous that even in the great disaster, when our ancestors lost the Trident of Poseidon that was created by the True King to anger the gods, they did not give up guarding the Mother Box!

That is the Trident of the Sea King, but in the eyes of our ancestors, the Trident, which symbolizes the power of the ocean and the supreme throne, is not as good as a mysterious Mother Box!"

At this point, Nereus pursed his lips in worry.

His attention was completely diverted from his daughter and focused on the issue of the Mother Box.

With such worries in mind, Nereus continued speaking leisurely as he watched the Canghaixing boat slowly step into the dock of Atlantis.

“Based on the records handed down, our ancestors speculated that the Mother Box should be a door to the universe.

But on the other side of that door, there should be a group of enemies that are powerful enough to overthrow the whole world!
But don't worry, my dear daughter, the Mother Box has just moved a little bit, and the door has obviously not been really opened yet.

We have been guarding the Mother Box for tens of thousands of years, haven't we? Perhaps during these tens of thousands of years, the Mother Box has also undergone some changes?
In short, don't worry, no matter what problems arise, your father will protect you!"

When Nereus said this, their water vehicle had already successfully docked.

Nereus came down with his daughter, surrounded by his retainers and guards.

As he entered the Atlantis Palace, Nereus also missed his friendship with Aquaman Ovak.

As he got closer to the palace, Nereus silently prepared himself mentally.

He was ready to see his old friend again.

But just as he was about to enter the palace...

Suddenly, a series of guards passed by them anxiously.

The shaking armor plates and bubbles caused by the guards made Nereus feel uneasy.

Seeing the soldiers' anxious looks...

I'm afraid something terrible is happening!

At the same time, in Gotham City, in the central courtyard of the Downton Abbey complex.

Sheriff Gordon sat on the sofa with a depressed look on his face, staring at the short man sitting on the sofa opposite him with a depressed look.

Facing Gordon's gaze, Ozwald grinned and continued.

"Gordon, why do you look at me like this? I admit that there were some things that happened in our past, but because of this, you should know more about me.

I always yearn to make progress, and I always have the most appropriate goal. The Cobblepot family was one of the four major families that established Gotham in the past, and my ambition from the beginning to the end is to push my family to the height of that year!"

When he said this, Alfred happened to lead a team of maids to serve tea and snacks to everyone present.

After taking the coffee from the maid with great grace, Ozwald nodded gracefully to Alfred while waiting for the coffee to cool quietly.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Pennyworth, it is a pleasure to enjoy the tea at the Manor.

When I become the mayor, I will try to find an opportunity to visit the Boss of the Dead. I regret that he will not be at home today, and I am looking forward to meeting him again."

After saying this, Ozwald nodded to Alfred again.

Alfred looked at Ozwald with a face full of emotion.

After a moment, Alfred smiled.

"You're welcome, Mr. Cobblepot. I'm glad that the manor can once again host the descendants of the Cobblepot family. Time and history seem to have moved from the stories of our ancestors into our reality."

After exchanging pleasantries, Alfred went to the side and sat on the sofa in the main seat.

According to normal etiquette, as a butler, he would not allow himself to sit in the main seat.

But it’s different now, after all, the manor is ownerless at this moment.

Master Downton took Master Bruce out for a walk, and they even took one of the current mistresses of the manor with them.

As for Bruce's lover Rachel, who can also be called the mistress, she is now very busy in the Gotham Prosecutor's Office.

Therefore, Alfred had to step forward and act as half the master to listen to the demands of the newly appointed Commissioner Gordon and the incoming Mayor Cobblepot.

Seeing Alfred sit down, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief. He still preferred to communicate with Alfred.

As for the other people sitting in this living room...

Gordon glanced at the Roman on his left, then at the Penguin on his right, and then at the Death Shooter opposite who kept putting croissants into his mouth.

Hey……

Gordon sighed in his heart, the world has really gone downhill recently.

Gotham today is much more peaceful than the era before Downton appeared.

But looking at the people around him, Gordon always feels that Gotham is completely finished?

Thinking of this, Gordon's expression became more bitter, and he whispered softly.

“Alfred, I didn’t come here just for breakfast.

I have been the police chief for too short a time, and I haven't had time to make changes to Gotham's current police force.

I can't catch the clown at all just by relying on those corrupt policemen who have been bribed to the point of being soft-handed.

So, I came here specially... to meet Donton!
Gotham is his city after all, even if I personally disagree with this, I can't change this reality. But now, the criminal codenamed Joker is provoking the dead.

Not to mention the cases in recent days, just now, the Joker committed another crime.

So, I want to borrow a few skilled hands from Mr. Ghost to deal with the Joker as soon as possible..."

"Mr. Alfred!!!"

Before Gordon could finish his words, the door of the reception room was suddenly pushed open.

A maid came running over nervously, and under Alfred's slightly blaming look, she whispered in his ear.

"Sir, the TV...someone seems to have invaded the TV station, and he is talking about the master on TV!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Alfred was slightly stunned, and then said to the others present.

"It seems that I have to interrupt our conversation because Gotham TV has a surprise for us. Please allow me to turn on the TV."

"Of course, I want to see what's happening on TV too!"

Ozwald nodded with a gloomy expression. He heard what the maid said and naturally knew that someone was provoking his boss!
Like Ozwald, the others looked at the turned-on TV with different expressions.

As soon as the TV in the living room was turned on, a guy with messy hair and funny clown makeup on his face appeared on the screen. He was holding a woman with blood all over her face and sitting in front of the TV.

Apparently, his show has been going on for a while.

The crowd did not hear his introduction, but continued to listen from that moment on.

On TV, I saw a clown with messy and dirty hair grabbing a woman's neck and throwing her to the ground.

"You see, you are not as powerful as you think, and your current position is not obtained by your so-called power.

At the age of 32, you are the most famous host of Gotham TV. Many people think that you are a representative of grassroots rise, because you come from a poor family, but you can rise to the top in a short period of time, and you are neither humble nor arrogant on TV.

But has anyone ever seen you kneeling in front of a congressman and blowing the trumpet seriously?

You sell your soul in exchange for a gilded shell, and then display that shell as yourself to others.

Is this a cover-up?

This is deception!

Honey, you cheated on me, so how are you going to pay me back?

For example, can you help me play a tune too? "

Having said that, the Joker raised his hand, picked up the gun, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
With a muffled sound, sparks burst out at the woman's hand, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

Shivering, the woman looked behind them.

The person taking the photo also appropriately shifted the shot to the direction of the woman's gaze.

In an instant, more than a dozen chaotic corpses appeared on the TV, causing the maids in the living room to scream.

At the same time, Floyd stood up expressionlessly and nodded to Alfred.

"I'm going out!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Floyd."

Alfred nodded gloomily. The Joker's behavior had touched his bottom line.

However, since it was Floyd who did it himself, there should be no problem, right?

Just as Alfred watched Floyd leave.

On TV, the host crawled on his knees and gradually moved in front of the clown.

Without saying a word, she opened her mouth and lowered her head again.

But the next moment, her mouth was burned by the hot muzzle of the gun. It turned out that the clown put the gun between his legs.

The female reporter leaned back in panic, but before she could dodge, the clown stuffed the gun into her mouth.

"Surprise?"

boom!
The female reporter fell to the ground without a sound, with a bloody hole exploded in her head.

The clown looked at the blood splattered on his hands and body and laughed happily.

He spoke intermittently while laughing.

“Haha, that’s how it is, whether it’s the pampered station director or the reporter who relies on deception to stand in front of you.

Bang! Haha, none of them can dodge such a shot.

But why was I the one who shot them? Because they were weaker than me. And weakness is not a shackle given to you by God, it is just a bridle put on your mouth by the big guys!
What are you waiting for, haha, waiting for this city to never favor you like it has done in countless years?
Look at the director lying over there, then look at that woman, and then look at me.

Guys, you get it, either have a good background, learn to open your legs and mouth, or pick up your guns.

What a fair world! As long as we pick up guns, we can achieve true equality. We... zizz zizz zizz!!!"

Just as the Joker said this, the picture on the TV suddenly cut off.

A piercing noise and blinding snowflakes emerged from the TV.

The sudden abnormal signal caused Alfred's clenched fists to slowly loosen.

On the side, Falconet pondered for a moment and smiled.

"He's quite interesting, he actually wants to be an opinion leader for criminals?

But his ability was still a bit poor. After all, he couldn't even maintain a show, and it was cut off halfway through.

This is really..."

"Hand over my people!!!"

Suddenly, an extremely cold and solemn voice appeared in the TV screen that was full of snow.

"Hand over my people!"

The voice repeated itself again, and then the content of its narration gradually became clearer and more organized.

Just when everyone in the reception room was confused.

The voice behind the TV snow continued.

“Earthlings, I am General Zod from ancient Krypton!

There is someone among you who is harboring one of my people. Hand him over, hand him over!
Clark Kent, you either choose to stand in front of me or let me destroy this planet!
My people, Krypton is looking forward to your return, and it is time for you to stand out from the weaklings surrounding you!!!"

At this point, the snowflakes gradually disappeared, and the TV screen returned to the content of the Joker.

But at this moment the clown didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at the TV over there.

Logically, there was no TV where he was, only a spare electronic prompter.

But even such a mere electronic prompter was invaded by that inexplicable General Zod!
As a result, the Joker had to listen to General Zod's words.

So, at this moment the clown was extremely angry!

This is his debut stage, but now...

The grand stage was completely ruined by that inexplicable General Zod!

(End of this chapter)