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

At this moment, he looked at the camera on the computer screen and recalled the movement of the body stretching and washing in the bathroom.

He could only sigh: "Nothing is perfect."

His dazed eyes fell on Lucien, but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw the door of the wardrobe slowly opening.

Zaven frowned, clicked the mouse, enlarged the screen, and saw an eye sticking out from the closet.

Eye?

Zawen thought of the thief who had been roaming around here and committing crimes. It was probably that young boy who wanted to steal something when the owner of the house was not back, but left too late and had to hide and wait for an opportunity to act.

"He's quite a good boy. He didn't take the opportunity to kill anyone..."

Lucian in the picture seemed to be attracted by something, opened the door and walked out. Zaven clicked on several cameras in succession and found that he had left the house, so he had to turn it back with regret.

The exhaust fan hummed in this closed dark room. Zaven adjusted the screen to the wardrobe - it was fun to watch the reckless thief walk out carefully, wasn't it?

The camera did not have a sound pickup function, but as he watched the cabinet door being slowly pushed open, Zawen imagined a "creaking" sound.

"Boom-"

The body fell to the ground, and the coagulated blood spread out.

Zaven's expression froze... At that moment he saw the face of the corpse and remembered that it was the tenant of this house.

So who is that person?

Zaven frantically readjusted the camera and pointed it at Lucien's face, trying to identify it several times... He didn't recognize this person.

"Damn it, what a pity, he's a murderer." He spat.

Zas leaned back in his chair, put his legs up on the table, and lit a cigarette.

He didn't notice that a figure had climbed up from the exhaust fan outlet, squinting his eyes and aiming a gun at his lower body.

……

That was certainly not Lucien's house, and he didn't kill the man. He was just staying there temporarily and helping the owner of the house to take revenge on the scum who took the photos.

"Bang bang bang."

After three gunshots, Lucian slid down the roof along the rope, while Zas inside had both legs and ankles pierced by bullets, and he was unable to walk.

"Hello, police? There's been a homicide at 30 Links Road, East."

After finishing the call, Lucien threw the phone into the sewer where the water level had risen due to heavy rain. He still remembered to remind others not to kill anyone.

As for those hidden cameras secretly filming him... Lucien didn't care. Just take the films. He couldn't put them on pornographic websites.

Chapter 181 Sunday

Today is Sunday.

Lucian took a taxi to the church in Borile where the Silent Bats would spawn on the top.

He arrived a little late. The pastor had already led the believers in the final worship service and they were walking out in groups of three or four.

Lucian sat at the corner of the wooden chair, put the long-handled umbrella at his side, put his hands on his stomach, looked at the pastor's appearance, and made sure that he did not see any signs of familiarity.

...Of course, if this person is the human form of Shark King, Crocodile Man or the like, then it is not a problem of his vision.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the case. The pastor glanced at him and didn't care... There were always some people who came simply to meditate. The pastor walked to the front of the stage, lowered his head and looked through the Bible, the silver-framed glasses on his nose reflecting the light.

Time passes slowly, light rotates, and at dusk, the air flows quietly in silence, giving people a sense of mercury's mystery.

The pastor looked up at Lucian, who was nodding his eyes and seemed to be asleep. He frowned slightly and cast a questioning look at the believers sitting in groups of three or four in other seats. He mouthed, "Your people?"

The remaining believers frowned in confusion, looked at each other and shook their heads.

Strange things.

The pastor muttered in his heart: How can there still be people who truly believe in God?

Dusk gradually passed, darkness fell, and the believers became a little restless... An unexpected person interrupted the transaction, so of course they were agitated.

"Ahem..." One of them coughed lightly, attracting the pastor's attention. He then pointed at Lucian and motioned him to leave.

It can only be the.

The pastor nodded slightly, walked over, patted his shoulder...no response, pushed.

Following the force, he slid onto the chair beside him.

priest:?

The believers who were watching here also cast surprised glances at him.

The priest looked around and bent down, using his hand to feel Lucien's breathing. There was no breathing, and therefore, his fingers touched the cold skin.

…The temperature was almost as cool as room temperature. The pastor straightened up, the hem of his black coat leading to the umbrella standing beside him, and said crisply, "Bad luck."

"He's a dead man."

……

"Next time, go to prayer room number two and do the transaction inside... They have been checking very strictly recently, and I'm worried that we'll be caught easily if we continue like this." The pastor took out white powder from the bag and distributed it one by one, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

The believers nodded silently, which meant they agreed.

What they were afraid of was certainly not the police station, which was almost becoming an empty shell.

……

Lincoln March was elected president, Talia was the first lady, and the League of Assassins and the Court of Owls, who had nothing to do with each other in other worlds, were in-laws and allies in this world.

Lucian's breathing was barely perceptible, but his body did not move at all, still like a corpse.

However, there is a natural contradiction in the ideologies of the League of Assassins and the Court of Owls - the former pursues world peace and hunts down all social cancers, including drugs.

This has led to the current situation - in order to avoid being discovered and killed by the Assassin's League, people have to be extremely careful when dealing in drugs privately.

The pastor suddenly grabbed one of them by the hand and said, "You are not Bowen."

The believers around were stunned for a moment, and at the same time, they took out their guns from their pockets.

But "Bowen" was obviously one step faster, and he hit the pastor's face with his other hand and hit his chest with his elbow.

This was an assassin who had come in lurking, apparently to do something, but he had been discovered before.

……

He was naturally not "Bowen". "Bowen" was the one whose room Lucian borrowed and who mischievously stuffed his body into the closet.

Lucien found white powder in the room, a circled date on the calendar, and this church - where the murderer who replaced "Bowen" would come.

You have to pay some rent, right?

The small and exquisite pistol slipped from his sleeve into his hand. Taking advantage of the cover of the chair, Lucian aimed at the leg of the assassin who was twisting and turning in the chaos.

shot.

……

As expected, he was dealt with, order was restored in the church, and after completing the transaction, several people were about to throw the "dead man" out.

But the priest stopped them and only allowed the assassin to be taken away. When the door was closed, the air fell into silence.

I turned off the lights, drew the curtains, leaving only the barely lit candle, turned around, and met the open, green eyes that were like the phosphorescent flames burning in a grave.

He was startled and took two steps back.

"Hmm~ I've been discovered." Lucian sat up, shook the small and exquisite gun in his hand, and gestured to the pastor: "Don't be afraid, this is very valuable. If I want to kill you, I won't use this bullet."

priest:……

He made the sign of the cross on his chest, and did not question why the dead body temperature was still alive, nor did he ask why Lucian entered and why he fired the gun. Instead, he warned:

"If he dies here, it will cause big trouble. This contact point will be abandoned. If you..."

The pastor looked kind.

"Are you recruiting me?" Lucian looked at him with a smile.

"Why? Do you think you can recruit me?"

The priest gave a subtle smile, the flickering candlelight illuminating his face. "Beware of the Court of Owls, they're always watching you."

“…”That’s really an old acquaintance.

"But this kind of recruitment is too sloppy. Why are you so sure I will agree?"

It seems that because of the sudden rain last night, the moon is bright and clear tonight, with only tiny clouds like catkins floating in the sky.

Lucian walked out of the church and looked up. Under the cover of his small round hat, he saw the figure of the man appear again on the top of the church.

Silent Bat.

He sat on the lead roof, and the towering spikes behind him were like sharp swords, piercing the sky.

But this time his gaze did not linger on Arkham Asylum or Crime Alley, and he did not watch everything happen indifferently.

The Silent Bat lay prone on it, looking straight at Lucian.

……

"If you disagree, the hound will take your life."

The priest looked at Lucien meaningfully as he left.

"..."

Lucian was surprised, of course he was surprised... He really didn't expect that Silent Bat would be a lackey of the Court of Owls. There was no mention of this in the comics.

There is not a single sign of it.

The Silent Bat swooped down, like a real bat, or a bird of prey like an owl, grabbing its prey with its sharp claws from a high altitude.

Bandages swirled around exposed skin like feathers or mourning gowns.

Lucian didn't expect to face him so soon. He didn't have much equipment on him, so he could only duck to avoid the first attack.

……

This actually has a foreshadowing, for example, why the Silent Bat persists and always stands above the church. There should be something magical here.

Unfortunately, the last time Lucien came to test it was not Sunday, so the church was closed.