Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

She lives alone at home and never goes out. All the necessary food is delivered to her. Her daily entertainment is to browse the books on the bookshelf and occasionally look out the window into the distance.

There is nothing to see, the street is low and dark.

So she would focus more on the recipes and create with the ingredients sent to her.

Sometimes it tastes good, sometimes it tastes bad, and sometimes it’s just average… She just has nothing to do, so she finds something for herself.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door.

She closed the valve, put on the lid of the pot, and walked over while taking off her apron, with a shy smile on her face.

She opened the door, and the person outside said to her:

"Jenny, I need you now."

……

Jenny was stunned for a moment, looked back at the kitchen, quickly turned around and said, "Okay."

She naturally understood when she was needed... and she didn't feel any resentment, she just asked:

"What should I do?"

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If Lucian were the leader, then eliminating him would be the best way to stop the chaos, but he is not, and chaos has no leader.

This will not last long, nor will it develop into a large and fixed force. As long as we can hold on for this period of time, it can be easily suppressed.

But the lack of a leader also means that this chaos is unpredictable and difficult to stop...

Lucian turned individual heroism into collectivism, but historical experience tells us that violence and bloodshed are not good methods when facing a group.

You have to surrender.

Unless Damian wants to shorten the time it takes for this city to be uninhabited in 150 years based on the current natural population growth rate to 100 or even 50 years.

……

Bruce was right, at least for now, he had to give in.

"Do you still think Gotham shouldn't be ruled?" Damian asked.

"Yes."

"But I wanted to prove to you that it can be ruled." Damian looked at him.

"You're not going to make it."

Damian crossed his arms, blinking slowly. "Nothing is impossible to control. Just make it feel afraid, and then offer bribes."

It is the most basic law of the jungle.

"I've been restrained because I'm trying to understand your philosophy, but now, I feel that I should kill all those who oppose me and leave those who obey me... I only need loyalty and obedience."

He said: "I will blow up all these people, then find the clown and kill him, then kill Oswald, and ban the manufacture and export of gunpowder... Then no one will dare or be able to resist again."

"After that, when Gotham's population dwindles, I will drive them all into a city district. I will then select excellent genes from outside and artificially breed them. I will then use carefully selected clones to restore the population to normal."

Damian seemed to be asking Bruce, "What do you think of this idea?"

"..."

He reopened Bruce's trachea, and no sound came out of his mouth, only the sound of wind flowing out of the trachea.

"You'll see my success."

he left.

Chapter 144 Plan

Perhaps it was an outlet for the chaos that was hailed as "freedom" and began to burn in the city like a fire that could not be extinguished by rain. Or perhaps a more appropriate description could be used - cells.

They shuttled through the streets and alleys, like cancer cells spreading from the capillaries.

……

Rain was hitting the window. A man wearing a rough clown mask was sitting alone at the window. He turned a blind eye to everything below. He held the book in his hand and let the poem written on it grind between his lips and teeth.

The entire figure was hidden in the shadow of the curtain, with only the leather-gloved hands and the book in the light of the candle.

"boom--"

The glass of the window on the other side was shattered from outside, followed by a cold wind and rain. A black figure stood in the room, a long cloak piled at his feet, like a king's robes.

"If you don't want those people to be killed, tell them to stop."

He looked up, his green eyes like cold phosphorescence in the holes of his mask:

"I can't help it..."

"And, Gul (Damian takes his mother's surname), let's not make this a thing - you're not Batman, I'm not the Joker, we don't need to role-play."

……

"Clang—"

If the knife is against your neck, even if your Adam's apple moves, it will be scratched.

Damian held the knife and looked at him through his goggles, but he couldn't really see anything. His entire body was hidden in the shadows, with only his eyes visible.

"You cunting rat! Your tenacity is beyond my expectation. But if you want to overthrow me with that group of people, then..."

"I've never thought of it that way." He got this response, and when he looked over, the face under the mask seemed to be smiling: "This is not a rebellion against you, this is a pursuit of freedom, do you understand? Freedom -"

"Excessive freedom will only lead to social chaos."

The League of Assassins opposes liberalism and human rights.

"Excessive freedom? What's your definition of excessive?" He seemed to be smiling, or perhaps just squinting, his pupils fixed but narrow.

“I have always believed that freedom is something that has no degree limit… There are only two choices: freedom and unfreedom. If it is not absolute, then it has never existed.”

“Sophistry,” Damian said. “According to your theory, no one in the world has ever been free.”

Then, a series of "chuckles" that could not be called interjections or laughter came out of the mouth of the person sitting there. The flesh slid on the blade against his throat, being cut, and blood flowed out:

"You are right, no one in the world is free." He said, "But there are always people pursuing freedom. This is an addiction engraved in their biological genes..."

"I'm not engaging in a philosophical debate with you," Damian interrupted him coldly. "Nor am I negotiating with you—if you don't stop me, I will kill them."

"Whatever you say. I told you I can't control them."

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Do you think I will..." He looked out through the rain-washed glass out of the corner of his eye.

Damian's threats were not aimless. Bombs exploded in the crowd, and people dressed in black rushed to the street - they were assassins from the Assassin's League.

It was a fight.

They are high above, without any smoke or blood splattering here.

The clown looked away and tapped his fingers on his clothes: "Do you think I will be disappointed or sad about this?"

This time he actually laughed: "I thought you were going to just use missiles to wipe out the ground."

"It's still a bit merciful. It's actually primitive melee combat." Sighing: "Are you playing with nostalgia?"

The eyes were blinking, and it seemed that even the irises were changing direction due to the blinking.

……

"You're not him," Damian said suddenly.

"No way, when did I say I was..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by the neck and pressed on the table, and then the mask on his face was lifted off, revealing a completely intact face.

"Oh—I've been caught." Arthur snorted and laughed, "You should have suspected me later. I still have two lines to say."

This scene is so similar.

Damian reacted and rushed to the window, but the explosion still followed.

He used the same trick twice and was still injured... but not as seriously as last time. The grappling hook gun popped out and firmly hooked on the wall. The subsequent contraction force caused his body to break the glass and stop on the balcony opposite.

Turning around, he saw explosions and flames in the room, and Arthur's body was torn to pieces.

Lucian looked at him from a distance, clicked his tongue, and tapped his fingers lightly on a bunch of buttons.

The draft papers scattered on the floor recorded all the possible ways for him to escape from the room and how much bomb equivalent would be appropriate to install in the room he might go to.

Lucian studied chemistry, physics, and mathematics seriously, and he transferred his original interest in literature to science.

Then Damian turned on the signal jammer when the missiles exploded several times when they landed.

Lucian clicked the unresponsive detonator, then looked at Damian who had disappeared. After pondering for a moment, he picked up the sniper rifle next to him and aimed through the window.

This is the best point. Whether he wants to leave, attack, or observe, he has to pass through several positions in this direction.

Lucien took a deep breath and waited.

Confronted in the steel jungle in the rain, the kings did not meet each other.

……

"clatter--"

The knife fell silently on Lucian's neck.

……

This is the heir trained by an organization famous for stealth and ninjutsu.

……

"There's nothing I can do about it. I don't count as a loser just because of the difference in hard power." Lucian looked vaguely at the dark shadow behind him through the glass.

The smell of gunpowder and fire gradually spread in the room.

"You did make me look miserable, but it was far from enough."

"Then could you give me some time to leave my last words?" Lucian asked. He was not allowed to do so, but he was not refused either, so he said: