Over Gotham, clouds obscured the moon!

The port instantly fell into darkness, and the sea surface that originally reflected the moonlight became gloomy and deep. On the large ship docked at the port, the pair of men in black raised their vigilance. On guard, no one could sneak attack in the prophet's eyes. When the prophet saw an enemy attack, the enemy would surely attack.

Spider-Man lay on the edge of the ship's side, leaning against the side of the sea.

He hid in the shadows against the side of the ship, and the guards in black were patrolling back and forth over his head.

At this time, Peter saw a woman with a clown face painted with her lips, her lips were painted exaggeratedly bright red, and her curly hair was messy on her head. She smiled nervously twice, stood on the high pile of containers at the port, staring at the big ship.

The woman let out a night owl-like laugh, which attracted the attention of the guards on the ship.

"This laugh reminds me of the owl... Why is the style of this city so strange? The heroes here are dull and gloomy bats, the villains here are neurotic clowns, the buildings here are old and gothic, and even the breathing here is like a magical city in the 19th century. I have never seen such a bitter and grudged place in my life!"

"It's like everyone here has a dark backstory!"

"It's the kind of absurd drama that died since childhood, seeking light in the darkness, looking up at the sky under the cliff, the absurd and weird world is like an absurd drama on the stage, everyone performs with exaggerated masks..." Little Spider complained: "At this point, I feel that the color matching of my uniform is wrong! Should I change to a cool uniform color?"

"How about changing the name of the red as a blood-like red spider?"

"Or, make an all-black spider. Although the black spider should be better with a code name like Black Widow... But I dare not compete with Natasha for nicknames! Although Sister Na has changed her name now... she is too Luther to call it directly... Besides, Black Widow is too slim! Rat spider? Lean spider? Red-backed spider? Although these are poisonous enough, they are not well-known enough. When it comes to Black Widow, everyone knows it is a poisonous spider, but who knows these... or not? Or is it called Venom... it is called Venom!"

The little spider's mouth shattered.

In a heavily guarded suite on the big ship, a young flax-haired girl was graffitied on paper with crayons. She wrote down large spider lines, but couldn't even write them on the paper, so she had to write them on the back.

She wrote lines for Spider-Man while laughing.

The little spider used a spider silk launcher to stick a hammock-like spider web on the side of the ship. He lay on the spider web, pushing the big ship with the waves of the sea, watching the man in black on the ship holding a clown-like woman on the container.

"You stop at the port... you think you have drawn a clear line with Gotham. Maintaining this kind of closeness seems to be a kind of kindness to avoid angering us." The woman spoke a man's voice, which was the tone of Gotham's most worried person. There are many villains in this city, but only one can represent its soul.

Representing the darkness, grotesqueness and madness of Gotham.

Batman and Joker are two sides of the city, and their destiny is intertwined through this city, but when they are in Gotham, they will definitely feel each other's breathing, through the blood vessels of the city, blending in the day and night.

"No, no, no... so naive! You guys!"

"When Lezi comes to the door, it stops at the door. Is it useful? Hahaha... I will go to find it when it is waiting downstairs, not to mention that I just need to... open the door!"

"Interesting things should make it a little more interesting!"

"Joker!" The brunette stood on the bridge and glared at the woman with a clown on her face. "If you want to talk to us, why don't you come forward in person?"

The clown girl grinned, jumped down from the container, and fell into a pool of debris on the ground.

She was like a fragile porcelain, her flesh and blood shattered on the ground like a fragile vase, making her look less like a living person, but like a ceramic puppet. The headlights suddenly lit up on the crane beam in the port, and three sneaky shadows, facing the lights, attracted everyone's attention. These were three clowns with heavy makeup and colorful wigs.

They pretended to be panic and performed the images of these three stupid thieves funny in the spotlight.

If you are in a circus, you will definitely make the children laugh.

But no one could laugh at the scene...

Three clowns said one by one: "On this boring day, a surprise is delivered to the door..."

"Be simple...the way of speaking is simple...please omit the progressive emotions. Most of the time I am a poor second-rate actor. I don't know what I am doing after leaving the stage? But once I have the audience and emotions, once I feel like I'm back on the stage...hehe! Then there's something to do!"

“The performance is about to begin…”

"It's crazy enough... If I were to see him when I was a child, oh! That would be a shadow of childhood! It's also bad now... He ruined the clown performance I like to watch the most. I mean when I go back to watch the show with Aunt Mei, I have any reason not to recall it. As a clown, he is too qualified! Now it's the era of eye-popping economy, a masked gangster robbed the bank. What's the good news? The third-rate tabloid I used to contribute seems to be called Planet Horn Daily!"

"Even Planet Horn Daily will not publish such a manuscript. Their editor would rather write some news every day, clowns in red and blue uniforms and sensationalism, and would not pay attention to a robbery."

"But what if a group of clowns robbed the bank? It can be on the New York Daily... It's the New York Daily! I also caught Dr. Lizard and made it to the headlines of the New York Daily!"

"If he said something confused about it, the best person to study philosophy, and after seeing Kant and Nietzsche, he would win him a large number of people to be surrounded by him. The letters sent by literary and artistic young women can fill the mailboxes of prison phones. Those who study art and perform are worse. The madness of art tends to be foolish. Performances should highlight expressiveness, and people should not collapse when they are set up!"

"Just like what Dr. Chen told me six years ago, the performances of superheroes and villains are no different from those of traffic stars these days. However, every day of superheroes is a reality show, and their character designs must be established to be surrounded. Dr. Chen has also studied the public image of superheroes... Unfortunately, the doctor later participated in a confidential project and lost contact with me."

"The worst is those who study politics and mathematics! They stood there stupidly, maybe they could mess up the whole show and get the news that can be on the New York Daily to the planet's horn..."

The little spider plays very well, and he talks a lot in the hammock.

When the three clowns fell off the hanging beam or jumped down with a fanatical attitude, he quickly flew out. He didn't have time to stop it just now, and now he was prepared, the kind little spider did not intend to let someone die in front of him. He bent his middle finger and shot a spider silk sticking to the hanging beam.

Just a shadow flashed by, three suicide clowns were hung under the spotlight.

A young, even said a little childish voice remained in place and said, "No need to thank you! I am a good neighbor of New York, your Spider-Man!"

The little spider returned to the big ship with spider silk. His figure was fast and did not attract anyone's attention. Except for the young girl playing with crayons on the ship, she drew Spider-Man, his interrupted confession, and the clown hidden in the dark China... But for some reason, she did not hand over these crayons to anyone.

Otherwise, the people in black would not be so passive.

One by one, clowns with facials appeared in every corner of the port area, and they surrounded the entire port area.

The appearance of the Joker Gang was supposed to be even more bizarre and thrilling after the three clowns committed suicide, but now the clown who jumped from a high place and was about to be divided by the sharp steel wire interspersed in the middle was rescued by Spider-Man. The three clowns squirmed in the air like cocoon silkworms, greatly weakening the momentum of the Joker Gang's appearance.
Chapter completed!