Before Zhao Ziying and Shi Mo could figure out how to logically let the clown leave unscathed, and then go out to do things.

Zhao Ziying received one.

Listening to the deafening roar on the other end of the phone, Shi Mo looked a little displeased.

But Zhao Ziying was very calm, humming from time to time, but her expression didn't care.

Shi Mo also understood that the other party was that part of the person.

It is estimated that it is a civil official system, and maybe the other party is the mayor of Tokai City.

"It's the phone number of the mayor of Tokai City." Zhao Ziying hung up the phone and didn't care.

"What's going on?" Shi Mo didn't think that there was an explosion here, killing and injuring Qiu Ba in the eyes of some civil officials, and the mayor would condescend to call these court eagle dogs and despicable villains.

"That madman released a video, or a live broadcast, and the impact was very bad." Zhao Ziying said as she asked someone to play the video.

The video starts playing.

The camera shook badly, and the camera kept shaking upwards.

After a while, the camera seemed to be being manipulated, and a face that seemed to be painted with white powder appeared in front of the camera, and it is worth mentioning that the man's mouth was large, with a small scar along the sides of the corner of the mouth, and then there were two lines that looked like inferior lipstick smeared, all the way to the face, not far from the ears.

It looks like a circus clown's livery.

It's not just his mouth that's eye-catching, it's his hair.

"Hmph, it's the first time I've seen someone like to point green on their head." Zhao Ziying mocked indignantly.

Shi Mo was speechless, that was a clown, except for him who dared to paint green on his head, who would add some green to his head in frenzy?

Although Harley Quinn looks good without makeup, isn't it good to live?

The video continues to play.

He was grabbing a man by the hair, and his casual appearance made it seem like he was grabbing an animal.

"Dear audience friends, please allow me to start my performance." The clown makes a funny salute in front of the video.

"It's the director of a psychiatric hospital." Zhao Ziying's cronies suddenly spoke.

"Come, look at our friend in this issue, his name is ......" The clown put his face very close to the mentally ill dean, grinning, as if to show his friendship with the dean in front of the camera, but unfortunately he forgot the dean's name.

But the clown didn't care at all.

"Hahaha

The clown covered his face and lowered his head and laughed, then looked at the dean's expressionless face, and then approached and patted the dean's face.

The dean glared.

"Don't do that," the clown said to the dean, but the next moment, he grabbed the dean's collar "so ......"

"Why are you so serious?"

The clown tugged at the dean's collar and shook it violently.

"Come on, smile more."

The clown said in a strange voice.

He pulled out a pistol and gestured in front of the dean.

"Hahahaah"

"How? Laugh a little. The clown was dangling from side to side in front of the dean with a pistol, which made the dean look very nervous.

"Bang"

The clown walked behind the dean and suddenly spoke out with his mouth.

The dean was immediately shocked.

Then he realized that he was fine, and he clumsily bumped into the clown, but he was too fat and slow, and he was easily dodged by the clown, and he fell down on his own.

"Haha

The clown was so happy that he seemed to get excited, jumped directly on the dean's body, and then waved his fists, laughing, and began to hit the dean's body and face.

After about a dozen laps, the clown jumped up and danced a few strange steps on the dean.

Not to mention, the dance is quite rhythmic.

But others don't see it that way.

The dean was trampled on by him, clutching his stomach and wailing.

Then, he grabbed the dean by the hair, made him face the camera, and grinned, "Tell me about your research, have you done anything fun with your patients?" Hahahaha".

Dean Tie blushed and didn't say a word, if he dared to say a word, then his life would be over.

He will become a victim in order to reveal the justice of the laws of the Empire.

"Oh, why don't you say it?" After the clown noticed that the dean did not speak, he patted the dean's face like a curious baby and asked with some confusion.

But then his tone changed.

"Hee-hee, he makes me feel a little interesting, pop" The clown suddenly covered his mouth and smiled at the camera, and then he clapped his hands.

A woman was escorted over.

The clown grabbed the woman, brought her to the dean, and began to laugh.

"Do you think your dear dean will tell the truth for your life?"

"No" The dean looked at the clown in horror, shaking his head slowly, with pleading and struggling in his eyes.......

The clown seemed to be happy to see him like this, and laughed more and more happily.

He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the dean's head, "Do you want to say it?"

While squeezing his eyebrows at the woman.

The dean slowly closed his eyes, his breathing getting heavier and heavier, he was ready to accept death.

"Bang"

The dean felt as if he had been hit by something in his head, and it hurt.

"Hahahaah"

"Hahaha"

The clown looked at the dean's nervous appearance and laughed maniacally.

Hearing the clown's laughter, the dean realized that he was not dead.

"Are you afraid?"

"Isn't it fun?"

"Bang!"

The Joker fires another shot, and the Dean is shot in the head again, with a red mark appearing.

It's a rubber bullet.

The dean reacted.

The clown didn't have many guns in his hand, they were all stolen from the armed men in the mental hospital, and there were not many live ammunition among them.

After all, their mission is to prevent the riots of the mentally ill, mainly to suppress them, so there are not many live bombs.

Just as the Dean breathed a sigh of relief, the Joker pulled out another pistol.

He pointed to the dean's head again.

"Hahahaha"

"Here, guess if this gun will kill you."

The clown cracked his mouth and laughed, waving his hands wildly, and as soon as he was excited, the gun in his hand went off.

"Bang"

One shot into the air.

"Bang"

The shot grazed past the dean and hit the wall.

"Bang"

Hit the clown's feet.

"Oh ⊙∀⊙!"

The clown stops his movements, like playing with a wooden man.

Suddenly, he stopped.

It's funny.

The clown looked at the gun in his hand and laughed again, as if what had just happened was funny.

But the dean and his secretary's lover looked at the clown with strange eyes.

This is a madman.