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

Quinn waded through the narrow sewer and arrived at a huge space - more than ten meters high and filled with debris and garbage.

There is also a certain drop from here to the passage. If Quinn steps down, the sewage may reach his waist.

And there was the gigantic creature, its slumber rumbling like thunder.

……

The scales of reptiles and crocodiles, or the shells of turtles, piled up on the body, rising and falling with the exhalation, like a huge mountain.

If Lucian was here, he would recognize that this was the famous sewer resident in DC - Killer Croc.

This is a story about a boy with atavistic genes who gradually turns into a humanoid creature in human society. Of course, in the story, the crocodile he finally turns into is only two and a half meters long.

But here, lurking in the sewers was a behemoth at least six meters long—the height of a two-story building—and the last six-meter creature was called Doomsday.

"Gudu, Gudu, Gudu——"

A series of bubbles emerged from the water, but instead of discovering Quinn... the big guy was still sleeping.

"What the court hid in the sewer is far more valuable and of greater priority than mine, but in terms of practical use...it's for water purification."

The garbage piled up here is not the pollution of the sewer itself, but the food source of this creature - it looks like a crocodile, but its diet is similar to that of a salamander, eating algae and microorganisms in the water, which is a huge contrast to the way whales eat krill.

Quinn introduced himself aloud, but no one was around and he wasn't wearing a headset.

As if speaking to some illusion.

Amidst the cacophony, Quinn keenly picked up different audio signals and replied, "I don't know his commands, and I can't control him... He's not afraid of the cold, and has a lifespan as long as a sleeping shark. Furthermore... he hasn't reached adulthood, so he can continue to grow."

……

After hearing the reply, Quinn pulled out a bow made of alloy from behind, with a thin chain at the end for retrieving arrows, and bent it.

"call out--"

The arrow embedded itself in the gaps between the scales, pulling away some flesh and skin, but the sleeping shark showed no signs of being disturbed.

Quinn continued to test the hardness of its scales.

……

"The scales are similar to the shells of the horned snail - they are made of a composite material: iron sulfide, keratin, calcium carbonate, and collagen fibers. They are magnetic and can absorb iron from the environment to arm themselves."

Quinn used an instrument to examine the scales, and then the thickness of the skin and flesh... and finally came to the conclusion:

"To subdue it, you need over 10000 volts and over 10 amps... If it's enraged... half that amount is enough."

"Subduing him requires the main universe Batman and the Joker to make peace and discuss a plan together... If he gets angry... half of it will be enough."

Lucian was talking about laughter, and the half here refers to Batman or the Joker. Either of them can make people laugh angrily.

"You can do it too." Bat Lantern said.

"...Yes, I can do that too."

Lucian walked to the mirror, looked at his freshly baked bat armor, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Because I am Batman."

...The armor doesn't fit well. There are no full and plump chest muscles and buttocks, nor a butt chin that can stretch the mask open.

Like a child who has secretly put on adult clothes... This description is not accurate. The empty appearance is more like a skeleton without muscles or skin.

Lucian remembered that when Bat put on the bat armor, he was naked and only wore underwear... Of course, now is not the time to complain about streakers and exhibitionists... In short, the ample space created by the thin figure gave Lucian the right to wear complete clothes.

And more than enough.

When Lucian tried to stuff a bomb into his body, the Bat Lantern stopped him: "There's no need. You won't kill anyone, and it won't be very comfortable to wear it like this."

Lucian thought about it, nodded in agreement, and continued to stuff it into his body: "Isn't this something interesting?"

"If the enemy comes to my door one day and my armor is beaten to pieces, I can still scare them to death with these bombs."

In fact, Lucian was reminded of the famous scene in "The Dark Knight Trilogy" where the Joker negotiated with bombs tied all over his body.

Batman goes to negotiate with bombs strapped all over his body...that's also good.

Lucian didn't care that under the current circumstances he had no chance to negotiate with anyone with the bomb, and who needed to negotiate.

Bat Lantern watched as the gap between Lucian and the armor gradually filled up and said, "You're imitating the Joker."

"Oh... of course, negotiating with a bomb strapped to your chest, how cool..."

"You know what I'm talking about." Bat Lantern continued, "You're learning from the Joker from -22, who wore a bat armor in front of you."

Lucian: “…”

He blinked and said "Oh" loudly: "It's no fun if you do this."

The Bat Lantern heard Lucian slowly say, "I've been deceiving myself, so please don't point it out." His tone was dissatisfied, "Your emotional intelligence is really low."

Bat o Low EQ o Lantern: ...

He smiled, even though Lucian's eyes were not there: "Deceiving yourself is not a good way to solve problems."

Chapter 199 Five Dollars

In fairy tales, honest people are positive characters and liars are villains; as long as it doesn't hurt, sincerity is a praised quality, while lies are condemned as poison.

Obviously, Lucian is not a decent person who pursues self-improvement and swallows insults.

So he said, “But it’s a good idea to cheer me up.”

"I've lived my whole life in a world that's so bitter, and I'm so lazy, too lazy to change the world... How nice it would be to deceive myself and pretend that everything is as I expected."

……

Lucian and the Bat Lantern don't get along well... How can Salty Fish and the King of Curls get along well together?

Lucien doesn't get to the bottom of many things, doesn't care about the logical process, and doesn't care whether the results are good or bad... But Bat Lantern is different. He has a logical chain, good plans, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a tendency towards perfectionism.

If their relationship was that of Bat and Robin or Bat and the Alliance, I'm afraid they would argue a lot.

But they are heroes and villains, or at least heroes and anti-heroes.

Lucian had no fear of him, and the bat could not convince people with "reason".

So after staring at each other, the Bat Lantern suddenly said, "A person who is determined, knows where madness will lead, is rational, has deep feelings and loyalty, is rigorous, is full of responsibility, is just..." A long string of positive words, and then: "The clown."

Lucian: “…”

Batman and the Joker are opposite and complementary. After Lucian successfully becomes one of them, there will definitely be another one of his own. The bat lantern means that if this continues, it will be Batman the Joker VS Batman the Joker.

“…But this is also good.”

It seems like he is being stubborn.

"really good."

A stubborn supplement.

"...Anyway." Woodpecker finally stopped his clamoring mouth and said, "I'm Batman."

……

Squinting at the bat head in the lantern, he said, "You're laughing, aren't you?"

"How could that be?" This is probably the special skill of bats - turning interrogative sentences into declarative sentences.

Lucien sneered back.

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Across the street from him, in the small convenience store downstairs, an old lady was curled up in a chair, her mouth corners turned down, her eyes fixed on the messy counter behind her lenses.

It was looted, nothing left.

There is no point calling the police, and insurance won't pay out.

"Click——"

There was the sound of soles of shoes stepping on broken glass, and Andrew walked in hesitantly. He saw the mess, paused, stopped at the door, looked again, and raised his legs and walked slowly among the shelves - he had to do this, because the surrounding stores were either looted like this one, or the protective doors were down, no one was allowed to enter, and the security guards patrolled day and night.

If he wants to buy food, he has to see if there is any left...

The old lady's eyes moved slowly as he walked, with a newspaper dated some time ago placed on her knees... The general strike had stopped the production of newspapers, at least there was no chance of them flowing to the East District where the chaos was most serious.

……

The robbers had cleaned up the place thoroughly, leaving no supplies behind—no food, no spices, no water, no household items—just empty, crooked shelves.

In the end, Andrew only found a box of chewing gum in the ashes, and walked to the counter under the gaze of the old lady... The cash register had been damaged by the violent switch, and the wire for scanning the product code was also torn off.

Andrew took out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his trouser pocket and put it on the table.

"I know...it's too expensive."

"But good luck to you."

He turned to leave but was stopped.

The old lady's lips parted, and finally a dry voice emerged: "Not enough, sir."

"Eight dollars."

(Note: Regular chewing gum in the United States costs between two and five dollars)

……

Andrew swore that this was the first robbery in his life - could it be considered a robbery?

Under the old man's sad gaze, he fled in embarrassment through the broken glass door.

He couldn't afford to spend another three dollars on this, not to mention... Andrew couldn't help but think - so many people had already snatched it, and he only took a box of gum, which cost less than two dollars.

But she wanted eight dollars! Eight dollars!

Andrew was filled with unbridled resentment—profiteer! He was getting more and more greedy! She deserved to be robbed!

The five-dollar bill with the Lincoln portrait wet with sweat from my hands... I put the bill back into my pocket, where it landed on top of the Roosevelt dime.

……

Lucian looked at Andrew who was walking hurriedly on the road, and saw his expression change from confusion and panic to twisted anger.

The wind is quite strong today, and the cloak rustles behind me.

"Rob, rob, and commit."