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

He waved to the next person to continue.

……

This has nothing to do with Zaven. He was originally at the bottom of the gang, so there was no question of him exploiting anyone. Besides, he didn't care about being exploited - he joined the gang by accident.

Gradually he was squeezed out of the crowd, and while everyone's attention was on Lucian, he slowly walked to his previous position.

The cigarette that Lucien had just thrown into the pool of blood had been soaked - handmade ones were not very strong, and cheap paper would easily break and fall apart when it came into contact with water.

The dried, shredded tobacco inside went out before it was completely burned. Looking down, the strong smell of blood completely overshadowed the aroma of the tobacco.

Looking around and making sure that no one was paying attention to him, Zawen spread out one hand and used the other hand to slowly and carefully place the tobacco floating on the pool of blood into the palm of his hand, and finally did not even let go of the rolled-up paper.

He was almost passionate and obsessed, even his teeth were chattering with excitement.

Then, like a cautious beast treating food, he looked around again, and finally put this thing that could be called garbage into his pocket with great care.

"what--"

It was almost like a groan, and it was hard to tell whether it was a laugh or a sigh.

……

There was no suspense, and everything was clearly laid out as everyone was honest.

In order to become the boss and win people's hearts, Wilbur gave away most of his property. However, he didn't expect that his subordinates were disobedient and greedy. No matter how generous he was, he was still looked down upon and hated by most people.

As the truth was revealed, Wilbur listened and even cried out in sadness.

...To be honest, Lucien was shocked.

After hesitating for a moment, she patted his back soothingly and said, "Look at it from a bright side. Although you lost money, you also lost people's hearts, right? My outstanding graduate of Columbia Pacific University?"

Wilbur cried even louder.

……

It was rare to find a fool with a lot of money and a conscience in Gotham, so Lucian tried to comfort him a few more times before asking, "You're not from Gotham, are you? Metropolis or Blüdhaven?"

As expected, it's a metropolitan area.

No wonder.

It's strange to say, even if Superman didn't appear in Metropolis, the people there are more enthusiastic and simple. Compared to Gotham, it's like heaven and full of unreality.

"Then why did you come to Gotham?" Lucian asked again - no other meaning, just curiosity.

"I didn't..." Wilbur sobbed, almost saying out all the grievances he had suffered during this period:

……

Wilbur comes from an ordinary family. His father is engaged in freight, usually transporting food and water, with very low profits. After spending money to send Wilbur to a fake university and getting a diploma, he asked this baby who had just graduated from school to work as a helper.

After a few times, his father injured his leg while unloading the goods, so he asked Wilbur to take his place. Then, as soon as Wilbur drove the truck to Gotham, he found that the bridge had been bombed and he could not go back. Before he could understand the situation, a riot started with people shouting "Damn the court."

Wilbur didn't dare to run around, so he simply found a secluded place to park the car and stayed there for a while.

Then he evaded military searches, gang robberies, and a nuclear bomb dropped from the sky just when he thought everything was over.

……

Fortunately, the car was full of food and water, and all the supplies from the large supermarket were in it. Wilbur gradually relied on this for a while, and later discovered that he could actually exchange food for the boss here.

So I changed it.

So that's what happened.

Lucian was baffled... No one had noticed him during this time, and no one had thought of killing him or robbing him. He could only pat his shoulder and say, "You're lucky."

Chapter 223 Zawen's Diary

"Are you willing to break yourself forcibly for someone, knead yourself into their shape, abandon all previous emotions, betray the past, just to become an obedient dog?"

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Crime Alley, October 9

In order to find out who had the food, we stayed up very late, from last night until three in the morning.

I kept watching Lucien - he seemed to be incapable of fatigue, sharp and decisive, and he killed many people.

By eight o'clock in the morning, everything was over. The bodies under the wheels emitted not only a smell of blood, but also a faint stench.

Lucien drove and I sat in the trunk with the other sleepy idiots—and then I squeezed to the front.

At the front, directly opposite the driver's seat.

The cold iron sheet was still a little damp, and I couldn't feel a thing.

……

Crime Alley, October 9

I was no different from the others. They just messed up the assignments and asked me to learn how to cook in the kitchen.

Ha, what to cook?

……

Well, cook his meal.

I studied!

……

Crime Alley, October 9

Lucien hasn't come back since last night.

I've asked about it, but how does the kitchen know what the owner is going to do?

……

Crime Alley, October 9

I know it's reckless...very reckless.

But Lucien had just come back, and I really couldn't help it. After all, he said that if there was anything, I could tell him directly.

So I tried to convince—"You need guards."

He looked very surprised, with his eyebrows raised high, looking me up and down, without making any sound, but it seemed like he said everything.

I flinched and said, "I was talking about Wilbur."

That brainless strong man, okay, but a strong man is always more convincing than me.

…I should become strong.

Crime Alley, October 9

How can I become stronger? Let’s not talk about whether I can gain weight. Even if I can, I don’t have anything to eat.

The daily food restrictions forced me to give up this idea.

I can't just disobey him behind his back.

If I don't want to cook in the kitchen all the time, I have to find a way.

Crime Alley, October 9

Lucien seemed unhappy with my meddling, but he didn't say anything. He listened carefully to what I said: "I used to be a landlord, but I really can't cook."

The two burnt eggs were quite convincing.

He frowned after hearing my record, as if he was a little conflicted, but in the end he sighed, as if he was particularly regretful about something.

As a compromise, they let me patrol at night - because I wasn't wearing glasses.

……

Crime Alley, October 9

I can't see anything!

There's only shit and boring stuff outside, and I have to keep walking around and interacting with other people.

This isn't what I imagined—I should be looking at him!

……

Well, I couldn't tell him what I really thought.

I have to make some achievements first.

……

Crime Alley, October 9

I saw a strange object on the distant roof, almost blending in with the dripstones.

But I did see this thing.

...a strange, bizarre thing...can I take credit for it with him?

……

Crime Alley, October 9

Nothing special happened today, but when I was about to change shifts and go to bed, I caught a glimpse of that figure flashing by - I was not mistaken, it was indeed a living thing.

……

For some reason, Lucien looked a little sleepy today, but after I said this, he suddenly became interested.

He looked at me with interest. "What do you think that thing is?" he asked.

"Octopus? Jellyfish?" I rudely tried to observe his expression and try to get some information from it, although I got nothing.

"...Don't you think," he said, "is that a bat?"

bat?

Crime Alley, October 9

The black shadow blended into the night, with very tiny tentacle-like things occasionally floating out.