Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Pfft—" Harley covered her mouth and laughed. "He's never been very bright, you know that."

Ah Zu turned his head, looked at the clown, and his expression became serious.

"Listen, Mr. Clown."

"Although I have just established the Earth Human Federation, unfortunately, due to the short timeframe, our civil service system has not yet been established."

"Currently, I am the only civil servant in the federal government."

Azu pointed to himself.

"So I have to take on multiple roles."

"I'm a police officer, I'm in charge of arresting you."

"He's also a prosecutor, in charge of prosecuting you."

"Still the judge, responsible for trying you."

Then he pointed to Harley behind him, who looked excited.

"And this beautiful and charming lady is our special guest jury."

"Now," Azu snapped his fingers, "the Supreme Court of the Human Federation, the Kent Farm Circuit Court, is officially in session!"

"What?" The clown's smile faded slightly; the plot was taking a turn for the worse than he had planned.

He has experienced countless trials and faced numerous judges and psychologists throughout his life.

But I've never seen anything like this before; it's even crazier than him.

"Your Excellency, please read the indictment." Azu switched roles to himself, then put on a pained expression.

"The prosecutor begins his statement."

Ah Zu produced a speech draft that looked like it was written on thin air.

"Defendant: Jack. Charged with the following offenses:"

"First, crimes against humanity, that needs no explanation, right?"

"Secondly, you're ugly, have terrible taste, green hair and a purple suit—are you a moldy eggplant? You're suspected of damaging the image of the Union and causing irreparable visual pollution to the spiritual civilization of the New World."

"Pfft—hahaha!" Harley couldn't help but burst out laughing. "A moldy eggplant! So apt!"

"Third, and most importantly..." Azu's eyes narrowed, revealing a murderous aura.

"...You made my little pumpkin sad."

"The above charges are supported by conclusive evidence and the facts are clear!"

After speaking, Azu turned to look at Harley, reverting to his stern judge's expression.

"Madam Jury member, what is your opinion on the charges? Do you believe the defendant is guilty?"

Harley was already laughing so hard she was doubled over, and she was banging the baseball bat on the ground like a gavel.

"Guilty! Guilty! All of you are guilty!"

"Especially the one about clothing taste! It's practically a double crime against humanity!"

"very good."

Azu nodded in satisfaction, looking at the clown as if he were proclaiming a final verdict.

"Given the jury's unanimous verdict, the defendant is found guilty!"

"This court hereby renders the following judgment:"

"The defendant, Jack, is sentenced to death."

"Execute immediately."

"Executioner, Harley Quinn."

"Yay!!!" Harley cheered, throwing away her baseball bat and rushing over to hug Joe's neck, planting a big kiss on his handsome face. "I love this law! It's the fairest trial in the world!"

The way she looked at Ah Zu was filled with infatuation.

She used to chase after the Joker because his madness made her feel free.

But that wasn't love.

At that moment, Harley truly felt that her soul had found its home.

This is the man she wants! Strong, humorous, and...doting on her.

"Go ahead, darling." Azu patted Harley's shapely bottom.

"This is your right, and it is also your farewell ceremony."

Harley gave a flirtatious wink, then bent down to pick up the baseball bat from the ground, weighed it in her hand, and glared at the Joker with hostility.

The man who once controlled her, tormented her, made her love him to death, and hated him to the core.

Now it seems he's just a pretentious mental patient.

A sense of relief suddenly welled up in Harley's heart.

"Thank you, Your Honor."

She tiptoed, cupped Ah Zu's face, and gave him a deep and passionate kiss.

"This is the best gift I've ever received."

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She turned around, gripped the baseball bat, and walked step by step toward the clown.

His eyes were unusually calm.

The clown watched this scene unfold.

He looked at this "pet" who had once been so obedient to him, now trying to kill him.

Watching that self-proclaimed righteous "Homelander" put on this absurd show.

He was not afraid.

Instead, he grinned again, his laughter growing even more manic.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

His body was hunched over like a shrimp, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

The clown raised his head, his eyes flashing with a morbid fanaticism.

"Come on! Kill me, Homelander!"

"You think you're judging me? Actually, you're..."

"Sizzle—!"

A thin, precise red thermal beam shot out without warning.

It didn't pierce the clown's head, but instead shot into his open mouth.

"Woo-wooo!!!" The clown's spellcasting was interrupted, and his unfinished words turned into a mournful scream.

A burnt smell filled the air.

He covered his mouth and rolled on the ground in agony.

Azu withdrew his gaze and fanned the air in front of him with a look of disgust.

"You know what, Joker?"

"I've read many stories."

"Those so-called villains always die because they talk too much."

"On their deathbeds, they insisted on giving long speeches about their plans and their philosophies."

"That's so stupid, really."

Azu shook his head.

"But you are different."

"I think you are a rare talent, and I don't want you to make such a basic mistake."

"So I decided to lend you a hand."

"Look at yourself now," Azu pointed to the charred tongue on the ground. "How quiet, how successful?"

"That's right."

"As a clown, you should use body language to make the audience laugh, not just spout nonsense with that damn mouth."

"You're welcome. This is called... career planning optimization."

"Aba! Aba!!"

The clown couldn't produce a complete sound; he could only let out ambiguous howls.

But he did not give up.

While rolling on the ground, he secretly reached for his chest with his right hand.

There was a nitrous oxide canister containing compressed kryptonite powder.

Just move your finger...

"Sizzle—!!"

Another flash of red light appeared.

"Aba aba aba—!!"

The clown's right hand was severed at the wrist.

"Want a toy?"

Azu shook his head, the red light in his eyes fading.

"I can see every single hair on your body, why are you trying to pull these kinds of dirty tricks?"

"Ah-ba, ah-ba ah-ba!"

The clown wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

This kind of pain—being able to hear but not express or fight back—is worse than being killed.

"I know what you're thinking."

Ah Zu looked at the clown's bloodshot eyes.

"You think this is just physical death, that your spirit will live on, that you will become a totem of chaos, right?"

"Do you think that even if you die, the world will remember you, Batman will remember you, and you will become a nightmare that will never fade from their minds?"

The clown stopped struggling and stared at Azu.

"Tsk tsk tsk, how naive."

Ah Zu smiled like a devil.

"Jack, do you know what's more terrifying than death?"