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

"After you said a blood transfusion could save him but it was useless." The Joker continued.

"We will monitor and evaluate you for a period of time to determine your relationship to the Joker Virus."

"'Some time', I guess that's before you broke out." The Joker shrugged. "That's what they told me when I first entered Arkham... They didn't release me before I broke out."

"We will do our best to meet your physical and psychological needs during this time, and we hope you can trust us."

"This is illegal imprisonment!" The Joker sighed, "It's exactly the same as when I was there."

"Don't you have no memory?" Lucian finally couldn't help but question him.

"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked confusedly after being interrupted.

"It's okay, it's the clown." Lucien felt a little tired.

"Of course I don't remember, dear, this is what you said in your memory." The clown said innocently.

"If you have any doubts or dissatisfaction, you can always raise it. Trust can only be cultivated over the years." Nightwing smiled gently:

"So we can start with a basic agreement, a transaction, or a collaboration. Which one do you prefer?"

Trust is something that is cultivated over time.

Lucian looked at the Joker, his eyes filled with a strong sense of "this is trust".

"It takes so many years for us to be able to talk about trust." The clown sighed, his eyes not knowing where to look, but filled with some memories and remembrances.

Lucien looked away and thought for a moment.

Agreement, transaction, cooperation.

“Don’t impose a two-dimensional impression on a three-dimensional person.”

He thought of what the Joker had said before, and looked at Nightwing seriously:

"Perhaps we can make a pact."

Chapter 18 Tragedy Comes in Groups

"You guarantee my safety and reasonable demands, and in return, I will satisfy your experiments and research on the Joker virus."

Although it was unnecessary to protect his safety, Lucien still spoke out for some reason.

Nightwing agreed.

This is why Lucien can watch videos on his phone now.

"Assault on Arkham, Mental Illness Should Not Exist in the World!"

The most eye-catching Gotham News has this slogan. After clicking it:

Last night, the Joker Gang stormed Arkham Asylum and burned it to the ground.

"That's good. What do you think?" Lucian turned and asked the former Arkham resident.

"Maybe... sad?" The clown tilted his head.

Lucian didn't see anything from his face, and then he felt that it was unwise to try to see anything from an illusion.

But he had heard of the Joker Gang, so what was the point of killing the Joker Gang?

Is it 'Kill the Clown Gang', or 'Kill the Clown Gang'?

So Lucien clicked on the search.

[Kill the Clown Gang, born after the Joker's death, and developed rapidly after the destruction of the Clown Gang]

"Your clown gang is destroyed."

"It doesn't matter. The Joker is also destroyed."

The clown hallucination didn't care much.

[There is no clear mastermind, and the slogans are "Kill the Joker", "Destroy Arkham", "There are no madmen in the world", and "Down with the capitalists"]

Lucian watched and suddenly fell silent. His gaze shifted to the clown playing poker: "Why do I feel something is wrong?"

"Oh?" The clown casually held out the cards in front of him and asked him to draw one.

"Down with the capitalists... A group that stormed Arkham was shouting 'Down with the capitalists.'"

Lucian was thinking about doing a cool magic trick, and now that he needed help, he just pointed to a random picture:

"Shouldn't they be attacking the police station? The Four Great Families? The Diamond District? ... They should be opposing Batman, who is supported by the capitalists, instead of attacking Arkham Asylum, which is run by lunatics."

The Joker drew the chosen card, asked Lucien to remember the suit, and then put it into the deck and shuffled it.

Lucian saw that it was the Jack of Clubs and continued:

“Not to mention this is a capitalist society.”

"Developing the red here... is it so arrogant?"

The Joker put the card into the deck, shuffled it a few times, and handed it to Lucien, motioning him to continue shuffling.

Lucian was a little surprised that he could take it. He also felt the touch of the cards under his fingertips. He shuffled them a few times as if they were real cards before handing them back. "Am I hallucinating again?"

"A little brain-based scam, nothing surprising." The Joker took it and shuffled the cards again.

"Can I touch you now?"

"I know you want to hit me, baby, but of course not!"

Lucian sighed regretfully and continued:

"...Killing the Joker Gang. Even though his ideology changed so quickly, the direction of this change is too outrageous."

"From beheading the mentally ill to killing those in power, and then overthrowing capital... the mass base is sufficient, but what about the movement's program? What about the command personnel? What about uniting all the forces that can be united?"

"What do you see?" The clown divided the cards into three parts and motioned him to turn over the first card in each part.

"I saw a poor imitator."

A joker, a king, and a club jack.

Lucian pointed at the two kings and said, "Why are your ID and photocopy of it in the deck?"

The clown smiled and turned the row over.

It’s still the big and small kings, but the pattern on them has turned into a mushroom cloud shape.

Lucian didn't understand what this meant, so he asked tentatively:

"Explode? You mean they'll cause some kind of explosion?"

"Maybe it's Mu Hai Explosion?" The clown smiled.

Lucian asked tentatively, "Is this an adjective?"

"What adjective would you use to describe Gotham, where there are many forces in fierce conflict?"

"My dear, tragedies don't come one by one, they come in groups."

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"Back off! Back off!"

The police stood on the fire truck holding high-pressure water guns and shouted at the crowd. At this moment, they looked like good police officers who shared the country's worries and eliminated harm for the people.

"Kill the Joker! Take down Arkham!"

"There are no crazy people in the world!"

"Gotham establishes the death penalty! A mentally ill person is serving his sentence!"

The crowd just repeated angrily, with no thought of backing off.

The majority of the people were disabled: idiots whose brains were permanently damaged by laughing gas, phobics who had been corroded by the terrifying gas and could only live in peace and without fear, and disabled people who had lost their limbs after being lifted high by poison ivy and then released...

There are also young children who have lost their parents, parents who have lost their children, elders who have lost their younger generations, and adults who have lost their elders...

This is a crowd that has accumulated over decades and burst out all at once.

When they gathered here, the police discovered how many people were persecuted by the Arkham lunatics.

"They must be contained!" A fierce command came from the headset: "Gotham will not allow a red restoration!"

The police officers standing on the tall fire truck at the scene scanned the noisy and pathetic crowd, but could not see any red shadow on them.

"Tell them to move back! No gathering allowed! Suppress them with fire if they dare to resist!"

The police turned on the water cannons, and high-pressure water rushed down from the muzzles, carrying unparalleled power, knocking the parade composed of disabled people to the ground.

They may be unconscious, or have missing limbs, or be physically weak...

Beneath the clouds of Gotham, in the shadows of its Gothic architecture, they were powerless to resist.

"All mentally ill people deserve to die!" They struggled and roared in the murky water.

"Increase the speed of the water." The policeman standing high above them watched their struggle indifferently.

Until a brass bullet hit a policeman right between the eyebrows from a distance.

"Assault on police officers! Assault on police officers!"

The police put down their high-pressure water cannons, picked up their black, live-fire guns, and pointed them at the crowd.

The bewildered crowd struggled to their feet in the chaos.

“Mental illness is not an excuse to escape the death penalty!”

Then they came under the first round of gunfire.

Blood flowers exploded in the air, the splashing bright red liquid merging into the water vapor, and bodies fell to the ground one after another...

"what!"

"Dead!"

Amidst the even louder clamor, the chaotic crowd raised their guns. Their faces looked desperate and miserable, with drops of water hanging on their faces like drops of tears.

In a country where everyone carries a gun, in a city with simple folk customs, those livestock who are like lambs to be slaughtered have also raised their weapons.

On a wide road.

The first shootout took place.