Alexander. Pierce has faced many enemies in his life.

He and Fury had fought together in his youth, and in Vietnam, the two of them were in danger many times.

After retiring from the army, he became a secret agent and fell into a trap.

Being hit by bullets, stabbed with knives, beaten, tortured, these pasts have shaped Pierce's resilient character.

The old man seemed fearless.

But he still has nasty things, like being in the same room as the Joker at this moment, which makes Pierce feel uncomfortable all over.

The madman's eyes roamed over Pierce, and he stared at him as if he had been twisted hard.

The bad feeling made Pierce frown.

He was an absolute believer in order.

And the guy in front of him is from the out-and-out chaos.

That was what Pierce hated the most.

"Hello, sir."

The clown stood in the prison cell, and he bowed over with exaggerated movements, and his comical appearance represented his expertise in being funny.

If this guy is honestly a comedian, it is estimated that he will be quite successful.

But unfortunately, many things in this world cannot be seen only on the surface.

"Why don't you speak? My lord. ”

The clown maintained a leaning posture, and it was not until a dozen seconds later that he raised his head and looked at Pierce, and he said in surprise:

"Shouldn't you have commanded me something now? Like let me kill someone for you or something..."

"Those gangsters in Gotham are like that, they are afraid of one neurosis, so they find another neurotic to deal with him."

Speaking of this, the clown scratched his chin, and he thought and said:

"Well, now that I think about it, that business was really a big loss... I should have ordered more. ”

Pierce still didn't speak, he just leaned on his cane, calmly looking at the clown, his fingers sliding over the cane.

The power of the golden apple was aroused, and in the silent confrontation, the clown's eyes became a little dazed, and this guy who seemed to have ADHD also became quieter.

"Arthur, I need you to do something."

Pierce whispered:

"You like to play games, don't you?"

"I'd like to ask you to go play a game with one of my friends... I need you to help me hold him back, keep him busy, leave him with no time for anything else, just a month... A month is enough. ”

"Sounds interesting..."

The clown said dryly, which made Pierce nod in satisfaction.

This guy is still an ordinary person after all, and although he has some dark wisdom in his head, he still can't resist the invasion of the golden apple.

"But, I refuse!"

"Huh?"

Pierce's smile froze on his face.

Before his eyes, the Joker's eyes returned to the cunning and chaotic hyperactivity, and he seemed to easily get rid of the golden apple's mind manipulation, much to Pierce's surprise.

"Ahem, lunatics and neuropaths are inherently immune to mind control."

Lady Hydra reminded softly behind Pierce:

"Otherwise, Merlin doesn't need to erase all his memories at all, and a slight change can make him the most honest ordinary person..."

"Uh, okay."

Pierce, who made a joke, was a little embarrassed.

And before his eyes, the Joker's eyes rolled, and he looked at the cane in Pierce's hand, and he said:

"What's that? It looks like it's funny, I can hear my brain talking to me, that's awesome, can you give it to me? Generous big guys. ”

"This?"

Pierce shook the cane in his hand, and he smiled and said:

"Of course you can, but you have to promise me first."

This request seemed to bother the Joker, who frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then took a step back and shook his head:

"No, I still refuse!"

"Why?"

Pierce asked:

"Don't you like playing games?"

"I like it, but it depends on who you're playing with."

The clown sat back in his chair, drew his playing cards in boredom, and said skillfully as he shuffled the cards:

"I had a good playmate before and I had a lot of fun and had a lot of fun with him, but a nasty guy kicked me out of my playground and no one played with me anymore."

He turned his head to Pierce and gave a malicious smile, and said:

"Who are you going to ask me to deal with? Those disgusting heroes? No, that's not challenging... It's like snatching a lollipop from a child's hand, you heroes, your whole body is full of strength, but your brain is full of muscles. ”

"I don't like to play with violent people, they're going to beat me up, it hurts."

The clown touched his cheek and said:

"I'm crazy, but I'm not going to take the initiative to fight, it's not fun to play with them."

"Then you hate the guy who kicked you out of the playground?"

Pierce asked:

"You know who he is, right?"

"Of course, I know."

The clown said boredly:

"I'm not a primitive man who lives in a cave, I read the newspaper, I read the news, I know his name is Merlin, I know he's a very powerful, terrible guy, especially dear Larson gave me some information."

At this point, the clown looked at Lady Hydra again, he licked his lips, and he said:

"Speaking of which, Larson, come and give me a thump on the back..."

Lady Hydra ignored him at all.

Although she looks like a kind old lady now, Lady Hydra's soul is a cold beauty, and she disdains to deal with a madman like the Joker.

"I'm asking you to play a game with Merlin."

Pierce was no longer secretive, and he said generously:

"Don't you hate him? You also know how difficult Merlin can be to deal with, and you know how much energy he has under his command, and playing games with someone like that is challenging, right? It's like you're in Gotham and Batman..."

"In my opinion, Merlin is a lot like Batman, don't you think?"

"Like? No! ”

The clown roared angrily:

"You are not allowed to compare the two of them together! The two of them are not the same kind of people at all! ”

"Well, they are indeed friends, very good friends, and I can see that there is a deep affection between them, which makes me jealous."

"But they're different!"

The clown stretched out his hands and waved them in the air, and he chattered:

"Batman is the kind of... How so? ”

"It's hard to describe... Baby! Yes, baby! And Merlin, Merlin is just a more powerful Batman who has broken the bottom line, he is much more boring than Batman. ”

The guy withdrew his fingers, scratched his chin, his eyes rolled twice, and he said to Pierce:

"But when you think about it, he's not as boring as I thought..."

"Well, if you can allow me to pull Batman into this game, then I'll do it!"

"Yes, whatever you want."

Pierce nodded, and he said to the Joker:

"I have only one request, to hold Merlin back, and to control the situation so that no innocent people can be harmed!"

"Hey! These are two requirements! ”

The Joker screamed:

"Your math teacher is going to jump out of the grave in a rage, grab you by the collar and beat you up... And there are limitations, what a disappointment! Can't hurt the innocent? ”

"Hell, who are you? Aren't you a villain, but a damned saint? If there were no innocent people involved, how boring this game would be, and there would be no spectators! ”

"If it were simple, if anyone could do it, do you think I'd come to you again?"

Pierce said politely:

"I heard you're a professional, someone recommended you to me, or is that you?"

“emmmm”

The clown pursed his lips, and he seemed to want to refute, but in the end, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and he said to Pierce:

"Well, you convinced me, man."

He gave a wry smile and said:

"I'll definitely try to fulfill your request, pester Merlin, and then not hurt the innocent... Yes, I'm an honest and trustworthy person, you can rest assured of that. ”

"No, I'm not at ease."

Pierce, with his cane, said:

"What is the binding force of a madman's promise? In order to avoid some embarrassing things, I have chosen an assistant for you. ”

He waved his hand, and a figure silently appeared behind the clown.

The Joker turned his head sharply and saw the Winter Soldier's faceless, scarred, and seemed startled, clutching his heart and falling to the ground, grumbling:

"Hell, what's going on with you guys? You just can't learn to knock on the door, do you? ”

"He will be your assistant, he will protect you, and he will obey your orders."

Pierce said to the Joker:

"But if you're going to do something against our agreement, he'll teach you a good lesson for me... Rules, you know? The rules are a good thing, within the rules, you can play however you want! But once the line is crossed..."

"I know, I know."

The clown got up from the ground and said to Pierce:

"Help me, protect me, and then kill me if necessary, I know, it's always the same thing, you guys are really uncreative when you threaten people, but I don't care."

He swore his hand toward Pierce, and he said:

"Give me that cane, and I'll need it for a good show."

"Smack"

Pierce opened the eagle head ornament at the top of the cane and tossed the golden apple to the Joker.

Then, under the watchful eye of the Joker, he took out another almost identical golden apple from his pocket and put it in his cane.

This scene made the clown couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"Was this stuff originally wholesale? Or are you a hidden magician? How many do you have? ”

"A lot."

Pierce gave a playful smile as he reached out and patted the clown on the shoulder, saying:

"A lot of people are waiting to see your performance... Don't let us down. ”

With that, he left the cell accompanied by Mrs. Larson, and the door of the house was left open, representing the imminent freedom of a dangerous man.

But the clown didn't walk out immediately.

Instead, he moved the golden apple in his hand, and he looked at the expressionless Winter Soldier beside him, and said:

"Can you go buy me a few clothes? It's torture to wear this expensive thing... I need a cheap shirt, a purple suit, remember, not too expensive..."

"I like cheap things."

After a few moments, he found a cane from somewhere, and the clown, who had put the golden apple in the cane like Pierce, made his way to Wesker's office.

He reached out and knocked on the door, but did not enter the office.

Behind him, the Winter Soldier carried a package on his back, and they were leaving, leaving here forever under the gaze of the others who had sent the plague god, never to return.

"Wesker, my friend."

The clown stood in the doorway, and the expressionless Wesker whistled at him, and he said:

"I'm leaving, we probably won't see each other again, I'm going to plan a really fun game..."

"Of course I'm so poor, and I don't have anything to give you, but I'll wish you a happy life."

He grinned, waved at Wesker, and swaggered away with the Winter Soldier.

Wesker watched the bastard leave, and a few minutes later, he was in the Joker's cell, where he looked at the last card left on the table.

The card is flipped over and placed in the center of the table.

Wesker reached out his black-gloved hand and picked it up and placed it in front of his eyes.

That's a joker card.

On the deck, a clumsy clown's head is drawn in dried blood, and underneath the clumsy drawing, there is a line of crooked lettering.

"Crazy with you, friend."

The corners of Wesker's mouth curled up into a strange smile.

But the next moment, he reverted to that expressionless coldness, put the card in his pocket, and turned to leave the empty room.

He's going to go back and forth to the lab, which is what he has to do every day.

On the other side, on a private jet taking off from Raccoon City, a clown dressed in a bargain sits in the cabin, holding a newspaper in one hand and a lollipop in the other.

He looked at the newspaper report on the establishment of the sixth branch of the New York Hero Society in the Los Angeles area, and a disdainful smile appeared on the guy's paint-covered face.

"Determined superheroes vs. undetermined mortals... Mutants and humans... The Robot and the World..."

"Dear Merlin, why do you have to force these things together? They should be antagonistic, they should be conflicting, they should be chaotic. ”

"Order, huh..."

"Boring things, fragile things, are as ridiculous as the humanity that Batman always talks about."

"This world, these people, they will only praise virtue when they are safe, and once chaos comes, these people who are protected by you will abandon you mercilessly!"

"Then, stomp on you twice..."

The clown threw away the newspaper, he shoved the lollipop into his mouth, and then rubbed his hands a little excitedly, and said:

"Come on..."

"Let everything be the way it should be, and let Mr. Clown teach you something."

"Let the game... Let's go! ”