I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 224 Shame and anger, the darkest moment of the clown
"Jerome, my dear twin brother, I haven't seen you for ten years, how are you?

Falk, of course you are doing well!

I was a clown at Harley's Circus, but you were adopted by a rich man, living like Bruce Wayne.

Forget it, I'm not looking for you to complain today.

About my deeds, you must have learned a lot from TV news.

But I want to tell you that those achievements in the past are not something to be proud of.

Today, I'm going to do something bigger than myself - at Harley Quinn's coronation ceremony, shit on her throne!

Hahahahaha.
You heard it, are you also very excited?

Thinking of what's going to happen next makes my head explode with excitement!
Whoops, I'm so excited, I need to take a breath of 'clown laughing gas'
Even buy Karma, hahaha, my head has become so clear!
Brother, you should try it too, the recipe is on the attached page, no, when you open the mail package, the 'joyful atmosphere' that is enough to fill the room will naturally be sprayed out from it.

Well, that Sha Bi chemical engineer called it 'Clown Virus', and I liked the name so much that I rewarded him with a jar.

He cracked his mouth laughing, dead, uninteresting.
Oh shit, the joyous atmosphere is affecting my brain, and I almost forget about business.

Well, after defeating Mrs. Galavan, I have the confidence to defeat my former idol——Harley Quinn.

But, smart people have to prepare for the worst before doing things.

There is also a certain possibility that I will fail and be captured.

Or, after disrupting her party, be hunted by her.
'Old idol' Harley Quinn is actually a staid and boring person.

She won't play games with me once it's in her hands
Well, I've thought of a hundred ways for her to kill me.

For example, stuff it into a cement bucket and throw it into the sea.

For example, use her best black magic to send me to Satan as a jester?
I personally look forward to this ending.

In short, I can die in any miserable way.

I would be happy to die at her hands.

But my spirit and will cannot be cut off from the inheritance.

Jerome, my brother, you are my heir! "

Signed: Your demon, who tried to kill your big brother many times when you were young

Two hours before the mayor's banquet

"Hahaha"

In the chef's lounge of the city hall, Jerome laughed and folded the letter paper, put it into the bottom of the mechanism box, and carefully installed a can of triggering "clown virus bomb".
two hours later.

The banquet officially started. Mayor Quinn appeared on the stage in full dress. Under the watchful eyes and applause of countless dignitaries and celebrities, and the continuous shutter of reporters' cameras, she supported the fence of the spiral staircase and nodded to everyone with a smile.

"Hey hey, totally defenseless."

In the chef's lounge, Jerome stood in front of the TV, surprised and surprised.

He felt that with her vigilance, at least before the banquet started, he would arrange for the security guards to check the inside and outside of the hall again.

Of course, it's also possible that after she defeated Galavan, she thought she had complete control over Gotham, and she didn't even care about the leader of the "Mad Men Gang" who slipped through the net.

Thinking of this, Jerome's face became gloomy.

"That's fine, the more you ignore me now, the more exciting the expression on your face will be when you see my performance later, it's exciting just thinking about it!"

Soon, he was laughing again.

Leaving the lounge, he found two younger brothers who were also wearing chef uniforms in the corridor, "Is everything ready?"

"Hahaha" The middle-aged white man with a long face first burst into the signature "Jerome laughing", and then nodded with a smile, "Boss, we have already controlled the ventilation system of the building, and the clown gas is also connected to the ventilation duct .

As long as you give an order, you can send poison gas into any room of the city hall within 2 minutes. "

Jerome took out the earplugs and put them on, asked the younger brother on the opposite side a few words, and after reconfirming that everything was ready, he took the chef's hat and a dining car that had been prepared earlier from the younger brother.

"Then what are you waiting for? Miss Mayor's party has already started, why don't you make an appearance on 'Mr. J Show' right away?"

He pushed the dining car and walked towards the front hall with cheerful steps.

Very smoothly, they passed the search of the security guard at the entrance of the hall.

There are really all kinds of food in the dining car, no bombs.

Entering the magnificent, elegant atmosphere, melodious music, fragrant clothes, and intertwined cups of wine, Jerome was so hot that he simply pushed the dining car away and, under the surprised eyes of the guests, strode towards the front stage.

An internationally renowned symphony orchestra is playing soothing music on stage.

He acted rudely and eagerly, grabbed the microphone in front of the violinist, and clapped it a few times.

"Bang bang bang!"

The venue seemed to press the pause button, and the guests stopped talking and laughing, stopped graceful dancing, and looked over in doubt.

"Hi, everyone—cough, cough, cough!" Jerome caught a glimpse of the mayor's shocked expression, and was so excited that he almost choked himself with a mouthful of saliva.

"The Crazy Gang is here again!" Taking a breath, he laughed loudly, and tore off the chef's hat and chef's uniform, revealing the shiny purple reflective plastic suit inside.

"Now, on to the 'Mr. J Fun Show'!"

This is the opening word, and it is also an order.

At this time, the younger brother who controls the ventilation system will immediately open the air valve and inject clown gas into the passage connecting the hall.

After 2 minutes, the place will be full of violent laughter, and no one can stop it!

"Immee, it's the Crazy Gang, Jerome!"

"Damn it, why did he come here?"

"Don't be afraid, there is the mayor—uh, why is the mayor smiling and applauding?"

"Papa papa!" Harry took a few steps forward, the shock on his face switched to a sneer, and he slapped his hands lightly, which shocked Jerome and left the other guests bewildered.

The venue fell silent, and she smiled and said, "Jerome, what do you want to perform today?"

Jerome suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and laughed loudly: "I want everyone to laugh with me, how about it?"

"It depends on your ability. If the jokes you tell are funny enough, everyone will laugh. However, it's quite funny that you are acting stupid now, hehehe."

Harry smiled gracefully.

Jerome was sluggish again, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

It does look a little silly.

"Hehehe" someone laughed.

Seeing that the mayor is so relaxed, they have a faint guess in their hearts - everything is under the mayor's control.

Jerome looked up at the ventilation window, and a light green mist drifted down.

"Hahahaha!"

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and laughed maniacally, "I was almost bluffed by you!"

"Laugh, laugh along with me!" Jerome opened his arms, embracing the world like a king.

His face was full of intoxication and pride.

"Harley Quinn, you lost, I finally defeated you!
Today, I not only get rid of the shadow you once brought me, but I also surpass you, just like I surpass Galavan.

Speaking of which, I really have to thank Cobblepot.

Although his satirical words were ugly, they were very sharp, and his words awakened the dreamer! "

"Finally said what was in my heart?" Harry smiled strangely, turned to the guests in the hall, and also faced the camera, saying: "Did you see it?

The so-called lunatic gang leader is just a pathetic luser who likes to use weird outfits, weird speeches, and weird behaviors to win the attention of the public.

We should sympathize with him and pity him, there is no need to fear him. "

"Harley Quinn, you're still pretending!" Jerome pointed at the ceiling and laughed maniacally, "The clown virus I carefully developed has already permeated the audience.

You're done, you're going to be the funniest joke in the whole world.

And you will follow them and laugh together, hahahaha! "

"Ah, what a gas!" All the guests shouted in horror.

Harry stood there calmly, looking at Jerome laughing wildly on the stage with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He neither dissuaded the guests who were running away in a panic, nor called for someone to take down the criminals on the stage.

"Hey, why?" Jerome looked at the commotion-ridden banquet hall, not only did he not show complacency, but he looked puzzled, kept looking up, and stood on tiptoe, breathing in through his nose.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid, everything is under control!"

It's hero detective Jim Gordon.

He ran in from the door with a group of police officers, trying to help the mayor maintain order.

At this time, Harry smiled and said to the guests: "There is no poisonous gas, no terrorist attack, the curtain call performance of the Crazy Gang is a special program for tonight's banquet."

She glanced at the frightened and angry Jerome, and laughed even louder.

"Do you still remember the theme of this banquet?"

Everyone fell silent, thoughtful.

The guest, Bruce, blurted out: "We are celebrating that the Galavan series of cases have been solved, and congratulations for the restoration of peace and tranquility in Gotham!
The Crazy Gang is the last link in the series of cases.

So, Jerome wasn't trying to sabotage, he was throwing himself into a trap.

He is using his destruction to add joy and joy to this party!"

"Hahaha" Harry laughed and gave Bruce a thumbs up, "Yes, Jerome is the clown who brings us joy.

Ladies and gentlemen, the last hidden danger in Gotham has been eliminated, let go of your restraint and elegance, let’s laugh together, hahahaha.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing that Jerome, who was standing on the stage in a daze, was taken down by police detectives, the guests finally let go of their worries, and laughed with the mayor with the surprise of remaining alive.

"Hahahaha"

Gradually, everyone was laughing and laughing very happily.

There is a joyful atmosphere in the hall.

"They're laughing, laughing, because of me, they're laughing wildly, it's what I want and it's not what I want." Jerome murmured to himself in a trance.

"Your Excellency the Mayor asked me to bring you a message." Gordon looked complicated, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "It's actually very simple to play with rubbish like you.

Because you love present too much.

You will always look for opportunities to express yourself in big scenes, to promote ideas and new ideas, as if you are so smart, everyone is drunk and I am alone.

If you know what a man loves, you can easily kill him--Copperpot's famous saying.

The things you love the most are often the biggest flaws.

Every hero is trying his best to cover up his flaws.

For example, you have no idea what she loves at all.

But your hobbies are known to people all over the world, do you think you are stupid? "

Jerome looked blue and red.

After a while, he laughed again, "It's an honor to lose Mayor Quinn so much!"

Gordon was startled, and said strangely: "She told me, if you say this, I will give you another message - she has never paid attention to you, it is her little brother Gibbs, who is responsible for this everything."

"You're lying, and she's lying too, deliberately hitting me with lies." Jerome sneered.

"Knowing that you and Galavan had fallen out, and that the Crazy Gang had lost all their lives, Old Gibbs guessed that if you are unwilling to sink, you will inevitably recruit new younger brothers in Gotham.

He has a lot of connections, and it only took half an hour to find the 'Clown Worship Club', and sent two Yinzi into it.

It's easy.

Just learn how to laugh like you, and treat you like a god in your speech and behavior, and you will be accepted as a core member immediately.

In fact, half of your 12 younger brothers have been bought by Gibbs.

Knowing that the big boss in charge of black and white is after you, even if they are really crazy, they will wake up with fright.

Betrayed you if you were sure you were going to die.

The rest of them wanted to be bribed.

It's a pity that Gibbs was stingy and refused to give money.

Reluctantly, to play this scene with you, and only get the promise of the Quinn family not to trouble them again. "Gordon said truthfully.

"Pfft-"

Jerome was ashamed and angry, his cheeks were flushed, his chest was tight and out of breath, and he finally spat out a mouthful of old blood and passed away.

(End of this chapter)