Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

"Nick Fury, are you a good person? No, when I walked into the church and shot those priests and nuns for the first time, you didn't stand up to stop it."

"Now, you won't stop either, will you?"

"Hahaha... A good person is really cheap now, and anyone can say that he is a good person..."

After the clown finished speaking, he took out a pistol from his arms, aimed it at the priest and nun who were singing praises, and shot frantically.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...

With the sound of gunshots, one after another fell to the ground, and beautiful roses bloomed on those corpses.

"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah..."

The holy hymn of praise to the Lord also came to an abrupt end.

Nick Fury gritted his teeth and watched the Joker's behavior. Although he was very angry and angry, he really wouldn't stop it.

Because Nick Fury has not found a chance yet, he only has one chance to make a shot, as the Joker just said, Nick Fury is not a good person.

The clown emptied the pistol, left the pistol casually on the ground, untied his clothes, opened it to Nick Fury, looked at Nick Fury with scarlet eyes, and said with a big laugh, "Nick Fury. Mr. Ray, shoot! Now you should be able to shoot."

"I don't have any weapons on my body anymore. I think you can shoot with confidence this time... As you can see, I don't have any means of resistance, don't I?"

Nick Fury took a deep breath, stared into the Joker's eyes, and said slowly, "Joker, I don't think you would choose to die like this, I can't believe what a lunatic said."

"How can a lunatic like you choose to die so easily?"

"Mr Nick Fury, you're right, we really shouldn't believe what a lunatic says... Joker, he's really evil..."

A young man in a brown suit, carrying a blood-covered, seriously injured middle-aged agent who didn't know whether to live or die, walked into the church slowly and said slowly.

The young man gently put the seriously injured middle-aged agent on the ground, smiled and nodded to Nick Fury, and said, "Hello, Mr. Nick Fury, let me introduce myself, my name is Jerome, A detective and a villain hunter."

"Well, I'm still a vigilante. I've tracked down the clown for a long time, and I finally found the clown today."

"This Mr. Agent should be one of yours. I rescued him in Hell's Kitchen, but he is likely to die, and he is likely to be dead, because his injuries are too serious..."

"By the way, Mr. Nick Fury, I'm still a superpower. I'm going to fight the clown now. You take the opportunity to find the opportunity to shoot him!"

After saying that, Jerome turned around, turned his head, and walked towards the clown slowly.

Although Nick Fury has doubts in his heart, it is a blessing to have friendly troops to arrive at this moment, and this young man looks very decent, and he looks righteous and awe-inspiring, and he should be able to trust him a little.

However, could he be that mysterious mechanical voice?

Nick Fury quickly reminded: "Please be careful, the clown is very scary!"

Then Nick Fury hurried to the middle-aged agent. He recognized at a glance that the middle-aged agent was none other than his most loyal subordinate Coulson.

After Nick Fury checked Coulson's injury, he couldn't help frowning, his expression suddenly very serious. Mother Fuck!

How did Coulson get hurt like this?

I'm afraid it has been dead for almost an hour...

Nick Fury hurriedly fed the potion he carried to Coulson, and now the dead horse can only be used as a living horse doctor.

...

On the pulpit in front of the church.

Jerome raised his head and looked at the clown standing on the stage, with a smile on his lips, and said with great justice: "Joker, today is the day you die! I will kill you with my own hands, and I will comfort you with your blood. Those wicked souls who died in vain..."

Father, I will send you to hell with my own hands.

The Joker looked at the audience, Jerome in a brown suit, blinked his eyes, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha...Oh, Boy, I really want to see how you're going to kill me?"

Jerome jumped up on the podium, clenched his fists, laughed and rushed towards the clown, saying with great justice: "Hahaha... Of course I killed you with my fists, clown, I will kill you with my fists. You were beaten to death, and your dirty, dark soul was sent to hell to make amends for those innocent lives."

The Joker reached out and grabbed the incoming fist, twisted it hard, and then threw Jerome to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, and then he rode on Jerome's body, and after a punch, A punch slammed into Jerome's face, causing Jerome's head to bleed and his face covered in blood.

Under the powerful attack of the clown, and feeling the pain, Jerome's face showed a crazy smile, and then his body rose to high temperature, burning flames.

The clown was exposed to the scorching heat, he screamed in pain, and got up quickly, he looked at Jerome, who was covered in flames, and said with a strange smile: "Hee hee... It's really hot! Boy, you burnt I bought my suit, this suit cost me two bullets to buy, you must remember to compensate..."

Jerome stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, hooked his fingers at the clown, twisted his neck, and said, "The strength is really strong, but it was just a warm-up just now, now the warm-up is over, really The war is coming..."

The clown nodded and said with a smile: "Indeed, the real war is coming..."

After all, the two continued to entangle and beat together, and they fought very anxiously.

The Joker gripped Jerome's fiery fist fiercely, and his hand burned with a scorching scent.

But the Joker didn't care about his injury at all, he slowly put his head close to Jerome's ear, he smiled, and whispered: "Hey, Boy, your skills are still a little worse... but not Knowing why you gave me a sense of intimacy and fear, I think one of the two of us will die tonight..."

The flame in Jerome's hand suddenly burned even bigger, and he slammed his head into the clown's face, and his face was stained with white paint.

Jerome smiled and replied in a low voice: "No, Mr. Arthur, there is still a fundamental difference between me and you. You are a lunatic, but I am not a lunatic."

After that, Jerome hugged the Joker fiercely, with a big smile on his face, and shouted at Nick Fury, "Mr. Nick Fury, it's time to shoot!"

Nick Fury heard the words and pulled the trigger fiercely. Even without Jerome's reminder, he would pull the trigger at this time, but he had been paying attention to the fight between the two.

Because this is really the best time, and it's the time that Nick Fury has been waiting for.

The blue energy light shot out from the gun in Nick Fury's hand, and the light full of cosmic cube energy hit the clown's body and accurately hit the clown's heart.

The clown's heart stopped beating, he leaned on Jerome's ear and whispered: "I foresaw my own death, but not you... In fact, I was able to break free and escape, but I didn't ...My child, I think this baptism should be for you..."

“I just hope my death makes more cents than my life.”

After saying that, the clown turned around suddenly, he stared into Nick Fury's eyes, he opened his mouth, laughed wildly and said: "Hahaha... cut off one head, and grow two more heads to replace it, kill One clown, there will be another clown..."

At the same time, the clock also pointed to 4:05, and the clown fell on the pulpit. This was the time of baptism set by the clown, and it was also the resurrection day of the Lord. On this day, the clown died.