Chapter 859: Escape the golden cicada

Maybe everything is destined. Poor old Bob has been dealing with junk fast food all his life. Like the low-level patrol, his recipes are cream donuts, bacon sandwiches, fried chicken hamburgers and the like.

Eat fast food three times a day, have another cup of hot cocoa after eating, continue to sit in the office and watch the monitoring, drink some alcohol after returning home from get off work, go to bed and sleep.

This is a lifestyle full of calories.

This of course brought him a lot of health problems, such as being overweight, dyspnea, heart disease, three highs and so on.

But it also brought him benefits. For example, like today, when someone tried to split him in half, it only scratched the fat on his chest and abdomen.

Although the intestines flowed out a little, the injury was not fatal.

The person was in a coma, but it should have been in shock, so the ambulance quickly loaded him up and planned to send him to the hospital for treatment.

Arkham has his own doctor and infirmary, but after the flood, the doctor hasn't come to report, maybe some hero killed him when he changed into a fish.

Fortunately, they still have cars that can be started. The Wayne Group sponsored Arkham for a comprehensive upgrade, which not only strengthened safety measures, but also provided a lot of logistic equipment.

Although I don’t know why Bruce Wayne is so kind, he has more places to donate money. That **** is rich. Can others care about how he spends it? Besides, the guards have also benefited. At least patients have less escape from prison, and they have more chances of survival...

On the speeding emergency vehicle, the sound of the engine running and the sound of rain beating on the roof can be heard.

"Vital signs monitoring is ready!...Wait, his heartbeat is a bit fast, and his vital signs are very stable." The nurse hurriedly put leads on Bob's body, and put this truth on the **** skin everywhere. It's a bit difficult.

The car was driving on the bridge. Whether it was going to the new city or the old city to the hospital, one had to cross the river. The doctors and nurses changed positions and looked at the vital signs monitor in the swaying carriage.

Strangely, the body of this old guard can be said to be too healthy.

"This... hell, I haven't seen such a healthy person with a broken stomach in 20 years of medical practice."

"Yeah, this is really..."

While the medical duo was staring at the equipment, "Bob" on the bed in front of them suddenly sat up with blood all over.

Before they screamed out, the old man knocked them to the ground one by one with a skill that was not suitable for his age.

"Surprise! Friends, although I enjoy my time with you very much, the smell of medicine here always reminds me of chemical factories, but I still have business, and I don’t have time to play with you, hehehehe... .."

He took a dagger from his belly, cut off the straps that bound him, pushed open the door of the ambulance and jumped down.

Jumping from a high-speed vehicle, he rolled a long way on the road like a ball, but it was flooding again in the middle of the night, and there was no danger of being hit by other vehicles, so he just got muddy. Get up soon.

Maybe it was pain, maybe it was a successful escape, which made him lower his hair and let out a sneer laugh, which soon turned into a big laugh. The rain washed away the blood on his body, and his skin was as pale as a corpse. .

He reached out to the wound on his chest and exerted a little force. After tearing open the muscle and fat, what was revealed was not the internal organs, but a purple suit.

Laughing wildly wants to kill him, think he can't guess it? Pretending to be a corpse to escape, though clichéd, can be very useful.

The outfit on the clown looks like a doll outfit commonly found in amusement parks, except that it is a fat elderly version.

The heroes sent him back to Arkham, doesn't he mean to go home? You have everything at home, not to mention just a fake leather case?

Anonymous is good, but she is not the only chameleon in Gotham. Arkham has many talents, and they will not refuse the request of the clown.

The Joker has successfully escaped from Arkham for hundreds of times. He doesn't believe that Green Arrow can't think of this, but thinks that this is probably due to the death knell.

The physique of Joker is very special. Even if he was in a coma, he was much shorter than others. It is possible that Arthur knocked him on the head and he woke up before he fell.

But he pretended to be dizzy and wanted to see what happened, and at the same time to get rid of the crazy woman Hallie, and then he and the two wise men of Death Knell made a silent deal.

Well, it seems that the death knell is still so shrewd, he needs his own help to deal with the laughing bat, but he didn't give any benefits, so stingy...

But he himself was quite happy to do it.

The car stopped before driving far, and a figure walked from the cab.

That was the real old guard Bob, who was wearing a baseball cap and a white coat.

Seeing the clown Yang Tian laughed constantly, Bob was a little timid to not go over. Today's clown is too crazy, he can't even wait to stop!

"Come on, come on, my friend." The clown took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and twitched his face hard: "Come on and take your money! Look! They are beating me and want to fly Go in your pocket! I feel so painful, please help me, hahahaha..."

"Mr. Clown, I did everything you said." Bob dabbled forward.

"Yes, yes, my good old man, we are old friends, just call me my dear clown, haha, here you are, this time, fifty thousand is a bit wet, but money is still money after all, even if it falls in In the cesspit, is it still loved by someone, right?"

The clown stretched out his hand, the thick stack of bills trembling slightly by the rain.

The temptation of money surpassed fear, and he has worked with the clown countless times.

He is one of the clown's inside Arkham.

At first, the clown threatened his family. After several times, the clown became a little tired, and it was troublesome for his staff to kidnap the guard’s family every time.

So later, he switched to buying with money, and Bob was indeed short of money.

Besides, this special employment relationship will only take effect when the clown is in jail. He only needs to do things according to the clown's instructions. He is still a loyal and honest person in the face of other patients.

Without even having to use his brain, the pension fund has increased again. In these years, he has earned four or five million from the clown, and the clown has also protected him during several Arkham riots.

Otherwise, how could an obese and aging guard live to retire normally? In every riot, as long as he gets close to the jester's cell, no one dares to come and beat him.

His task today is to change his clothes and sit in the ambulance cab when there is no one. He only knows so much about the clown's plan.

There may be other internal responses, but no one knows except the clown himself, everyone is just a part of the plan.

He took the banknote and stuffed it into his pants pocket, looking bulging: "Of course, dear clown."

"Did you bring a gun?" The clown didn't retract his hand from handing the money, but moved his finger.

Bob hesitated, gritted his teeth and handed his gun to the clown.

The clown took the gun and took aim at Bob. He looked at the old man's eyes and instantly became horrified. He smiled and wiped the rain off his face.

Then he turned the muzzle, put the gun in his mouth, tried it, and put it away with satisfaction.

Some people may think that the clown will kill the guard, but he is a clown, he is an unpredictable person. He only depends on his mood, and today he is in a good mood.

"As a reminder to an old friend, you'd better get out of the city as soon as possible. I'm going to have a big fight with the bat this time." The clown walked to the bridge and looked at the river below it soaring in the heavy rain, the turbid black liquid emitted A raging roar.

Bob breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought the Joker was going to kill himself, but he also figured it out. The Joker didn't need a gun to kill him.

If the gun is not given, the clown will definitely think this is betrayal. This lunatic will not only kill him, but also his whole family.

Fortunately, it looks like the bet is right now.

"I know, I will retire now." Bob nodded to the clown.

The clown showed a regretful expression: "I will miss you, maybe I will go to your house to eat turkey some Thanksgiving night, remember to open the door for me, hahahaha..."

After that, the clown didn't wait for Bob to respond. He jumped off the bridge in a Chaplin-style diving motion, and the raging waves instantly drowned the purple dots.

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Because of Gordon’s strong request, Su Ming took him to Wayne’s Mansion after thinking about it for a while. In the bat cave under the house, he not only saw Batman who was in a coma after the operation, but also saw the young Titans. .

The children's sightseeing trip to the Batcave has just begun, and Damian didn't mean to introduce anything. He just stood by Batman's bed with his arms, watching the unconscious Batman.

No, it was Bruce Wayne to be precise. The bat uniform on his body had been cut into pieces by the final machine during the rescue process. At this time, it was like a primitive man with an extra leaf.

The icon's uniform quickly deformed, returning to a dry black suit, strangling still turned into a red rose in the chest pocket.

That's right~www.NovelMTL.com~ Strangulation. I saw it. In the host's understanding, the godfather should be like this. It would be better if he had a cat in his hand.

However, Su Ming still rejected the suggestion of strangling the cat. How about so many people here, is it plausible for a strong man to slaughter the cat in person?

Strangling is good, not to mention the convenience of use, it also greatly enhances his strength and self-healing ability, that is, it always wants to make inappropriate actions when it is inappropriate.

This is inevitable, after all, it is not a human being, and it can't understand things like face, self-esteem, etc.

So Su Ming's heart is often helpless, and he reprimands it with a hideous face: ‘Strangulation! Don’t you care about the atmosphere? ! ’

But this does not affect Strangulation's continuous suggestions, so Su Ming's life will continue. This is the trouble that the symbiote host will inevitably face.

As the symbiosis lasts longer, the symbiosis will become more like the host. When the monster is more like a human, it will become more terrifying. This is the famous Uncanny Valley effect.

Maybe when should Halle take the time to do a Turing test for Strangulation?