Chapter 547 [Second Stage]

clown

No one understands this guy, maybe someone does, but that person is dead.

Without looking at the compass, Ziliang also knew that in Harley Quinn's column, the text had gradually dimmed, and on the final [Status], two big words - 'Death' - were clearly written.

What about the clown?

He was quite calm, at least he didn't yell, cry or feel sad. He just smiled as usual, and deliberately added the word 'please' before asking the question.

Yes, he is very polite.

He was also very polite when he shot a passerby in the head, saying: "Please don't move or I will miss."

Or when he pressed the nuclear bomb button that blew up the metropolis, he was very polite. He even said with emotion for the lives scattered in the fire: "Have a good journey."

From this point of view, Joker has always been a polite gentleman, but being polite has nothing to do with his subsequent behavior.

Ziliang didn't speak. He didn't want to speculate on joker's thoughts at this moment, because that was the stupidest behavior. He had thought about many scenarios when meeting this piece of sin, and also planned how to communicate with this guy. Put him on his team.

Although he felt that those methods were useless, Ziliang had never thought of meeting Joker in this way.

"Hey, do you know about playing cards?" Suddenly, the clown changed the subject and began to ask an irrelevant question: "Do you know why there is a queen [Q] and [K] in the card, which is the king, but [ JOLER] is the biggest card in many ways?"

Ziliang felt that his brain must be funny to answer such a question.

"Because [JOKER]'s painting style is different from others. Hahahaha——"

He gave a very painful answer. At the same time, Ziliang also saw the clown's hand reaching into his pocket with difficulty.

He should be pulling out some kind of weapon.

"I've always liked using knives, hey, because the gun is so fast, and I don't even have time to enjoy it with a bang!" He still yelled: "But now, I don't have any strength, so I can only use The gun is coming to kill you. I hope you don’t mind!”

As he spoke, the clown suddenly took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at Ziliang.

"Bang! Bang! - ha - ha ha ha"

He fired.

However, nothing happened to Ziliang.

Because, it was not a gun at all, it was just the shape of a gun drawn by the clown with his index finger and thumb, and the two bangs were just the sounds he made with his mouth.

Of course he doesn't have a gun. Who would put a gun in the pocket of a man who has been frozen for decades? Even if there were, with his current level of wretched muscles, it would probably be very laborious to lift it up, let alone aim at the target.

Anyway, he just gestured like that, banging his mouth! boom! He screamed, and finally, he weakly pushed into Quinn's arms and was about to faint.

The Joker, the man who once made the whole of Gotham afraid to mention his name, this is what he looks like after he wakes up again.

"He looks good~" Suddenly a voice came from behind Ziliang: "You know, before you, I actually chose him. Who knew that some lousy foundation pulled me to your dimension? otherwise"

This sentence was said by Chen Xiao, but his tone was a little different, and his expression when speaking was also a very strange smile.

But just halfway through speaking, Chen Xiao's expression immediately changed back to the original: "Yeah, well, now this guy is in front of you, you can quickly go find him as a carrier, and save you two from quarreling in my mind every day. !”

"Oh~ that's okay, you are just as interesting. The point is, if we don't quarrel, what fun is there?"

Chen Xiao was talking to himself as if he was schizophrenic. Ziliang knew that it was the [madness] in his mind that was talking.

"Okay, go back and don't disturb me." Chen Xiao showed a rare strength. Then, he walked to Ziliang's side. He looked at the clown who was almost unconscious: "This guy is just an ordinary person. He is really that Is it great?" he said.

Ziliang nodded: "Whether he is powerful or not has little to do with his own ability, but it depends on what kind of results he can bring about. By the way, when you did such a big thing, weren't you just an ordinary person?"

"Okay, okay, don't mention those bad things." Chen Xiao waved his hand and said, "Then what to do now, I feel that this guy can be so quiet now simply because his body has been frozen for decades and has not recovered yet. , if this slows down, he will kill you first."

"I know that." Ziliang also said: "However, I am not worried about thinking about this now. I am thinking about that piece of paper. Someone put so much effort into it, and the result is to resurrect the clown. So, what is the result?"

"result?"

"Yeah, after the clown's resurrection, there should be some changes, right?"

Change? .Of course there are changes.

Change is the heart of the clown, finally beating again,

This fluctuating signal turns into a special frequency current that stimulates a small crystal in a major blood vessel.

The crystal was wrapped in a thin film, soaked in the warmth of blood, and finally shattered with a 'pop' sound.

No one heard the sound because it was too small, so small that it was washed away without a trace the second it shattered.

But at the same time, at the bottom of Gotham City, in a space that almost no one had ever set foot on, a glimmer of light suddenly burst out.

The buzzing sound gradually became clearer, and the light quickly illuminated the entire space.

This is a closed space with no exit or entrance. There are not even any living things here. No one knows how many years this place has been hidden underground.

What is here is just countless complex machines. They are messy but extremely orderly stacked together, like a mountain. Countless mechanical roars begin to gather, and the crazy algorithm that has been buried for countless years starts up again.

All this did not attract anyone's attention, but with these hums, the barriers between the planes began to fade.

In the sky above Gotham - [City of Sin], some cracks appeared.

In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne, who was still supporting himself, had bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, a line of text flashed across the display screen in front of him.

No one saw this text except Bruce Wayne himself.

He smiled, the distortion on his face deepening.

That text is.

【Tower of Babel Project】

【second stage】

【start up】