Gunshots, shouting, screaming, and the ringing of a bank alarm.

The clown-masked bandit, dressed in a black hoodie, tilted his head and took a deep breath, as if to imprint the smell of blood in the air into his lungs.

He spun on tiptoe like the worst ballet dancer, and as the corners of his black hoodie floated, his figure leaped lightly, and sat down on the wooden counter in the center of the hall.

"History!"

The clown gruffed the wooden counter of the Gotham National Bank, which had been passed down for 100 years, and shouted over all the noise: "History is a good thing, ladies and gentlemen, you must remember history." ”

A total of four other armed masked bandits jumped out of the back door of the orange school bus, wearing clown masks of various styles on their faces, and their semi-automatic rifles shooting aimlessly into the sky, and no one in the hall dared to stand.

The clown, who was the leader, sat on the counter and shook his legs, tilted his head, and said, "According to history, as lambs, you should all lie on the ground and remain silent like rats in the church, or I will decorate the walls with your blood, understand?" ”

The people who were humbled as maggots on the ground did not respond, and only the alarm sounded in the huge hall.

Li Ang, who was hiding in the corner, sighed softly, he didn't want to cause trouble, he didn't want to do it at all, if someone wanted to rob the bank, then he would rob it, anyway, the wealth in the vault had nothing to do with him.

The corpse of a certain security guard was lying right in front of him, and the hollow eye sockets that had been blasted open by the bullet were dripping with indescribable tissue fluid, and the still warm pool of blood slowly overflowed.

The twins, who were held in Leon's arms, trembled like two frightened little beasts. He buried his head deep in his chest and sobbed quietly, tears drenching Leon's newly purchased shirt.

After all, it's a child in peacetime, and it's not one of those scouts in black Africa who killed people on the street at the age of seven or eight....

Li Ang touched the twins' hair, and continued to spy on the situation outside with the reflection of the mobile phone screen.

"Now, let's see who can open the vault....."

The clown jumped off the counter and picked up the silent assistant bank manager from the ground—the confident and comfortable business elite in the past who was sweating profusely and stammering.

"You're not a clown, he's dead, he's dead!"

This sentence seemed to have a special magical power, causing the bandit leader to suddenly stop his movements, like the picture of a video player that freezes after pressing the space bar.

Gotham City is a sin capital, and no one doubts it, with too many villains mixed in and sucking the blood of the innocents who step into the city like leeches that grow in the mud.

Penguin, the heir to the Colbert gang, the Freeze Man with a freeze jet gun, a scarecrow who relies on fear of poison gas to create panic, a Riddler in a question mark suit, and a two-faced man who decides everything with a coin.....

These thugs haunt Gotham like vultures waiting by the carrion, salivating over the feast below.

If they still represent the "orderly chaos" of Gotham City, then the clown at the top of the wicked symbolizes simple disorder.

Crazy, cunning, insidious, evil, empty-sighted, despising the mundane, unscrupulous for the sake of the end, daring to sacrifice everything, loving to watch the world burn....

Too many titles to embellish the head of the madman in the purple suit, and if Batman is the king of the city's night, then the Joker will always be the courtier on his side.

Without any supernatural abilities or the support of a large force, relying only on mastery of intrigue and manipulation of the dark side of human nature, the Joker has created a series of horrific horrors.

It wasn't until a year ago that he cut off his face and disappeared, some say he died of illness in some dark sewer, others say he was caught by the feet of a horse and died of some terrible lynching.

For a whole year, there was no news of the Joker in the city, and the Gotham Police Department operatives celebrated more than once in private - at least they didn't have to worry about the pervert in the purple suit blowing up the entire station with soap-made explosives.

"Joker?" The leader of the gang let out a sigh of relief and lifted the trembling bank manager up, "For God's sake, who told you that I was here?" ”

As if stinging into some dark corner, the gang leader excitedly ripped off his mask, revealing a face coated with pale powder and a bright red and funny bubble ball on the tip of his nose.

The corners of his mouth are not grinning, and the arrangement of his facial features is more gentle, and he looks like a chubby clown who appears at a children's birthday party and performs a magic show for the children.

"Is it true that in the eyes of you Gotham, there is only a clown in the world who can be made up of him-mother-?" The leader of the gang shook the collar of the bank manager as if he had broken down, and roared angrily: "Every clown, every one! will register their own unique clown face paint on the Global Clown Association, you show Lao Tzu clearly, am I the damn Gotham City clown who hasn't been registered, and I don't even have a nose ball?! ”

The bank manager's lips trembled, and the leader of the gang jerked his collar and let the manager fall to the ground.

In Leon's sight, the bank manager put his hand into his coat pocket quite stealthily at the moment he fell to the ground, and it seemed that he had pressed some button.

Did you call the police? That's fine.

Leon whispered to the twins not to be afraid, and with a sharp hook of his toes and the pistol that had fallen from the dead security guard's body.

"Good afternoon, fellow Gotham citizens. Allow me to take a few minutes to explain who we are. ”

The gang leader pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "Bucky the Clown." ”

He pointed to the others, "Those two are using a drill rig to open the door to the vault are Cesoka the Clown and Pennywise the Clown, and Saco the Clown is patrolling with guns, and all five of us are registered clowns in the Joker Society, so we can't be confused with that kind of wild way." That poor knock-off had better be dead, or I swear to God that I will cramp and skin him and make him a stick....."

With a thud, a hole was drilled in the vault door, and the two bandits burst into the vault with a suppressed screech, sweeping the shelves of the new dollars and heavy gold ingots with large canvas bags.

"Aha, wealth, dazzling, dazzling." Bucky rubbed his hands together and instructed the others to load the bags onto the school bus.

The sound of brakes suddenly sounded outside the bank, and seven or eight police cars were blocked outside the door, and the belated Gotham police took the open door as a rock mass, and pointed their guns at the orange school bus.

The clowns looked at each other, and Bucky jumped to his feet and said, "Damn! Didn't we cut off the phone call to the Gotham Police Department? What's going on? ”

Tick, beep and tick, a text bell rings abruptly in the silent hall, and a text message from Christina appears on the phone screen.

"Did you pick them up?" There are also a few cute question mark emojis on the back.

Bucky the Clown's boots were already in Leon's eyes, and the cold muzzle pressed against his forehead.