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Chapter 178 The Turned Gun

Although Erin's face had more makeup on it than before.

But Elena still recognized the man who had left a deep impression on her.

after all.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever paid her just to take her home and clean the house.

Even at that time.

Elena was terrified by the clown Erin, and almost thought that she was going to die there.

but.

That's why Elena was puzzled as to why this strange "guest" had appeared in front of her.

And he said those words.

Does this mean they want her to clean the house again?

Or do you want to have a "serious" business talk with her?

Seeing Elena's somewhat disheveled appearance, the clown reached out to tidy her messy hair before speaking again, "Beautiful lady, you still haven't answered me whether you're free tonight?"

Upon hearing the clown Erin's voice again, Elena said somewhat absentmindedly, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I don't have time lately. Thank you, I must go now."

In order to save money for her younger brother Michael's medical treatment, she did not hesitate to break Kingpin's rules and secretly kept the customers' tips.

I had finally saved up enough money to go to the hospital and pay for the surgery.

Davis suddenly appeared with his men, taking not only the tips from the customers, but also her hard-earned savings and the money her "girlfriends" had "lent" her after learning about her brother's situation.

Michael's condition no longer allowed him to delay.

Elena was running out of time; she had to find a way to raise the money for the surgery as quickly as possible.

Elena is prepared to give everything for this.

Even if...

Just as Elena, enduring the pain, forced herself to get up from the ground.

The clown Erin spoke up again, "Really? That's such a pity."

"I was even thinking of letting you clean my newly acquired big house, since we're acquaintances. I even had the money ready."

money!

Elena, who had been trying to force herself to leave, stopped instinctively upon hearing the word she had been longing for, and looked at the clown Erin beside her.

However, she quickly shook her head with a wry smile.

Am I obsessed with money?

Last time, he only gave me $100 for cleaning such a huge haunted house. Even if we get a bigger house this time, how much will he give me?

Even if $100 were multiplied four or five times, it would still be a drop in the ocean compared to Michael's surgery cost of $8,600. Besides... I don't have time to earn money by cleaning houses anymore.

Just as Elena was about to take another step...

But then she heard the clown Erin's voice again.

"What? You don't believe me?"

With an exaggerated expression on his face, the clown Erin stretched out his right hand into the void in front of him, making a grabbing motion.

Accompanying the clown Erin's grab in the void.

As if by magic, a thick stack of beautiful knives, exuding the fragrance of ink, was pulled from thin air by the clown Erin and appeared in his hand.

"Splash splash..."

He deliberately brandished the stack of large US dollars, each marked with a hundred dollars, in front of Elena.

Clown Erin deliberately spoke in a regretful tone, "What a pity, that ten thousand dollars! If it weren't for the fact that you cleaned so diligently last time, I wouldn't have wanted to give you this job!"

talking.

The clown Erin patted the dollar in his hand, then pulled down his mask, making a gesture as if he was about to leave.

"etc·······"

However, before he could even take a step, Elena, who was standing next to the clown Erin, pounced on him like a madwoman.

He gripped Erin's arm tightly with both hands.

"You mean, this ten thousand dollars is for cleaning the room?"

As Erin made a move to leave, he turned back to look at Elena, who was practically clinging to his arm, and shook his head, saying, "Of course not..."

Upon hearing the word "no," the light that had just appeared in Elena's eyes dimmed at a visible speed.

"Isn't that right? I knew it. How could you possibly earn ten thousand US dollars just by cleaning rooms..."

Before Elena could even form a thought...

Then she heard Erin's voice again.

"This ten thousand dollars... is just a deposit. After all, I'm moving into a big house, and cleaning it will be a huge undertaking."

Ten thousand US dollars.

Deposit.

Before he could hear the rest of Erin's sentence.

Elena screamed, "Give it to me, I'll go... please!"

Whether it was because her voice was too shrill or too urgent, Elena's voice cracked from shouting.

"Oh, okay! Here you go!"

Seeing the pleading look on Elena's face and the renewed hope in her eyes, Erin's exaggerated smile widened into an exaggerated arc, and he handed over the ten thousand dollars in his hand.

At this moment, the clown Erin's face showed no trace of pity or sympathy for the weak, only an aura of equal kindness.

After stuffing the ten thousand dollars into Elena's hand.

Clown Erin patted Elena's arm and said, "Hey, beautiful, it's time to let go. If you keep pulling, you'll tear my clothes. And that'll cost you money..."

"Feel sorry······"

After panicking and releasing her arms from Erin, Elena looked at the stack of US dollars that Erin had shoved into her hand, a look of disbelief flashing across her face.

Even now, she still seems unable to believe that Erin has so easily handed over ten thousand dollars to her.

With this money, Michael can have the surgery, and then he won't die.

This glimmer of hope seemed to dispel the despair in Elena's heart, making the world in her eyes brighten again.

Before anyone knew it, Elena's eyes were already wet with tears that were welling up quickly.

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

Seeing this, the clown Erin elegantly straightened his clothes, which had been disheveled by Elena, and then turned and slowly walked away.

"Oh, by the way, I'll have someone come looking for you tonight. Don't forget our promise, beautiful lady..."

After walking a few steps, Elena's hurried voice came from behind the clown Erin: "Thank you, I will never forget. Also, my name is... Elena."

Elena's voice was hurried, but filled with the most sincere gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Erin the Clown, hidden behind his clown mask, revealed a slight smile.

But he didn't turn back.

He waved and left.

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Erin left the dark alley not long ago.

Elena, who had concealed the ten thousand dollars inside her body, immediately ran to the community hospital across the alley and paid the ten thousand dollars for the surgery.

In a shadowy corner not far away.

Having "seen" all of this and realizing that Elena was safe, the clown Erin slightly lowered the brim of the magician's hat he was wearing.

Then continue walking towards the Fisker Building.

Even though they themselves live a miserable life, they still can't bear to see others suffer.

Perhaps, this is the real Joker!

Fate dealt him a painful blow, but he still responded with laughter.

They hide all their sadness with a smile and bring joy to others with their comical performances.

At that moment, Erin seemed to understand the true meaning of the Joker.

At the same time, a maniacal laugh filled with ecstasy rang once again in the ears of the clown, Erin.

It seems like they're celebrating the birth of a real clown.

only.

Unlike the previous times, this time...

That maniacal laughter, however, took away the subtle madness deep within the clown Erin's heart.

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Just as the clown Erin realized this, the vial of the [Clown] potion that had been forcibly digested by the clown through bizarre means within him and his true self seemed to become even clearer.

At the same time, the seed of life-giving power given to him by the clown of life-giving also grew stronger without him realizing it.

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Feeling a jolt in his body, as if a layer of restraint had been broken off, and feeling much more refreshed, the clown Erin narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing this.

"This feels so good!"

"It seems that even fate is on Kingpin's side this time."

After a slight smile, the masked clown Erin arrived at the foot of the Fisk Building.

Looking at the entrance of the iconic Fisker Building.

Erin strode over with cheerful steps.

I saw Erin approaching from afar.

The bodyguards guarding the entrance to the Fisk Building not only did not stop him, but even went out of their way to help Erin open the entrance and then bowed to the clown Erin.

The moment he got close, the clown Erin activated his psychic field, distorting the senses of the bodyguards opposite him.

At the same time, the clown Erin also used the magician's ability to create illusions, combined with a mental field.

He successfully convinced the security guards at the gate that Erin was one of their direct superiors.

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After passing through the entrance/exit channel that required identity verification but was proactively opened by the security guard.

The clown Erin hissed at the security guard with the title of security captain on his chest, "You blind fool, hurry up and press the elevator button."

"Ah! Yes..."

After being scolded by the clown Erin, the security captain, who was instinctively terrified and covered in sweat, ran quickly toward the elevator not far away with a look of horror.

His slightly rounded belly made him look unusually comical when he ran.

Upon hearing the shout, the other security guards, like ostriches, quickly lowered their heads even further.

The crowd not far away, seeing the security guards treating the guy who had just entered with such deference, subconsciously assumed that the clown Erin was some important figure.

Then one by one, they quickly averted their gaze from Erin.

He was afraid that his gaze would displease the important person.

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With the security captain's authority.

The clown, Erin, easily boarded the elevator leading to the third basement level of the Fisk Building.

In fact, to curry favor with this "big shot" in his mind, the security captain of the Fisker Building also stood in the elevator.

He planned to guide Erin.

"Ding!"

Just as the elevator doors closed.

A strong sense of unease welled up in the heart of the clown, Erin.

At the same time, a dilapidated elevator, littered with blood and gore, filled with gunpowder and bullet holes, suddenly appeared in the mind of the clown Erin.

The moment that image disappeared from Erin's mind.

The clown Erin used his Vengeful Love Threads to cut a large hole, big enough for a person to pass through, in what seemed to be a deliberately welded-closed elevator maintenance opening.

Then, with a pull, he appeared on the specially reinforced top of the elevator through the threads of resentment and affection.

Almost at the very moment that Erin jumped to the top of the elevator and barely managed to cover the top of the elevator back up.

It was accompanied by a "ding" sound.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

The security captain, whose perception was temporarily and directly altered and who was completely unaware that the clown Erin had already run out of the elevator, was about to step out of the elevator door.

The muzzles of seven or eight submachine guns were pointed at the security captain and began firing wildly.

"Da da da da..."

In the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of bullets riddled the slightly overweight security captain with holes.

All that remained was a pile of mangled corpses and a private room riddled with bullet holes.

This proves that he was here.

It took a full seven or eight seconds, until a magazine was completely emptied, before the seven or eight burly men with tattoos slowly stopped firing.

"Idiots, everyone's escaped, what are you shooting for!"

The instant they shut down, Bullseye, wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, raised his gun and fired a shot at the mark left by Erin when he cut the top of the elevator.

"Bang!"

"Chase after them."

There was almost no nonsense.

Several of Bullseye's men quickly stepped forward, picked up their submachine guns, and replaced the magazines.

But before they could raise their submachine guns and fire at the gap in the elevator ceiling that had been cut open, they were already dead.

A strange, rustling sound suddenly reached their ears.

"There..."

In a daze.

The three gang members who rushed into the elevator seemed to see a dark figure suddenly pass by them, and then quickly ran out of the elevator.

The moment they saw that fleeing figure, an unusually intense emotion surged within the three gang members in the elevator.

Almost no guidance is needed.

They raised their submachine guns and opened fire on the figure who had just run out of the elevator.

"Da da da..."

Seeing his men suddenly turn their guns around, point them at them, and pull the triggers, Bullseye's expression changed drastically. "Not good! Get out of the way!"

(End of this chapter)