"Let me see... there is a little mouse here!" A voice suddenly sounded behind Peter. He looked up and saw a weird clown who painted his face in inferior oil paint, looking down at him on the side of the boat.

The clown smiled kindly. He was wearing a purple suit and looked a little greasy.

"I knew I could find some...surprises here!"

"When I knew that the bats found you and these people were looking for you, do you know how surprised I was? You are a living God gave to Gotham... Uncle is like a hindrance!"

"It sounds like, do you know who these people are?" Spider said curiously.

"Of course, of course... they don't like Gotham, nor Spider-Man. They disappear and try to hide themselves, but they don't know that this will only attract more attention in the eyes of some people." The clown licked the corner of his mouth to prevent the lipstick from drying out. He chuckled in a low voice: "So I'm so impatient when I know they're here."

"I want to play a game with them...the Joker's game!"

"It sounds interesting. Am I a part of the game too? What are the rules of the game..." Spider-Man curiously said: "Although I first came, I have also studied you. You are famous in this city. Some people say you are a freak, and some people say you are a lunatic. I look very young, but I also know that sometimes I can't play games!"

"Oh oh!" The clown laughed: "You want to catch me..."

"This is a big weakness, you can't expose it in front of me."

"Look... Spider-Man is richer than me, better than me, smarter than me... But he always suffers a big loss in my hands. Do you know why? When I was young, I was a minion, a gangster, a little criminal, and a gangster who was smoking on the street, following the bosses. At that time, they sent me to a chemical factory to steal raw materials for drug manufacturing."

"At that time, my dream was to be a comedian. I had no talent. Everyone said I had no sense of humor. In order to buy my wife a birthday gift, I did this ticket!"

"Then Batman comes, and I fell into a bucket of chemicals during the fight, and then I woke up."

"Why should life be so serious? I took two blows on my mouth and became an outstanding comedian. Wayne...oh! I seemed to accidentally say his name."

"Can you forget the part just now?"

Spider-Man tilted his head and said, "One second, two seconds, three seconds, clear the recycling bin. Now my head is empty..."

The clown nodded nervously and said, "Well! This world needs your sense of humor. Can we act like a lot, right?"

"Batman surpassed me in everything. Whether it is will, force or wealth, the only thing I can compare with him is madness!" The clown laughed nervously: "Only weird and madness, it always makes him a little worse..."

"The same is true now, listen... I know you want to catch the prophet, but the prophet cannot catch it because it can see everything, all your techniques and plans, in its eyes. There is only one way to catch the prophet, that is, let it come to you by itself. So this game is called hide-and-seek..."

"You are a player, I am a player, and Batman is also a player."

"I help you catch the Prophet... and I win if you catch it. You help me catch Batman, catch Batman, and you win if we both get caught by Batman, then he wins!"

The clown crawled off the side of the ship in a clumsy posture and sat next to Spider-Man. The two sat in a hammock together. The clown said, "Afterward, many clowns will appear and attack this ship. Of course, this is all in the prediction of the prophet. What we say here, the plans in my mind, and everything is in the eyes of the prophet."

"There are eighty-six people here, and there is a prophet hidden in the dark."

"According to the alert plan of the Light Revelation Society, once someone launches an attack, a 50-man guard team will protect the ship according to the defense map without dead corners. An hour after the alarm is issued, the warships on the high seas will come to support it. Now we still have 43 minutes and twenty-five seconds."

"The prophet is in the place where the most guarded place is, there are three levels that will never be mobilized..."

The prophet's crayons draw these two people chatting on the side of the boat. She had to write lines behind the paper because the content of the two chatted was too miserable.

When it was time, the prophet picked up another crayon drawing next to him and handed it to the black-haired woman next to him. The browsing woman looked at the crayon drawing, which was painted with many clowns with strange makeup on her face, shuttled through the container and approaching the big ship. She raised the call station in her hand: "Attention, attention to each unit, attention to each unit, the people from the clown gang are approaching."

The man in black who was standing at various fire points on the ship raised his watch, and several drones suddenly rushed into the sky, forming a surveillance network without dead corners. The command center marked the location of the enemy, including the position of the ship's side, but there was no one there.

"Sniper Preparation!" He operated the drone's command system and launched the fire support model drone again.

The snipers on the ship who were on the commanding heights began to aim at the enemy's path marked by the drone reconnaissance network, while the clown cannon fodders who were entering the predetermined position were unaware of it.

"We are not Batman who doesn't kill people... Gotham's bad guys are spoiled by him!"

"They have forgotten what the fear of death is!" The commander in black said coldly.

"Contact Wayne Group to prepare a compensation plan. Has the Interpol license been applied for?" the brunette woman directed at the place where the Prophet was.

"I heard it was Gotham... they approved it soon!" Another female guard in charge of protecting the prophet said with a smile.

"With the power of the organization, it is not difficult to flatten Gotham's rats, it's just that we have some concerns. There are many secrets in this city. If it does not hinder the security of the world, we will not pay attention to it, because our power is used to protect the world, not to kill each other for humans... But Gotham's rats repeatedly provoked, do they think it's not good to live?"

The commander in black, looking at the enemy entering the preset position, ordered: "Fire!"

The snipers lifted the target's head one by one, and the drones in the air and the fire points on the ship intertwined a dense firepower network, making the enemies wearing clown masks unable to escape. Then the commando in black went deep into the port under the cover of firepower, pulling out stubborn resistance one by one.

The Gotham criminals' small-scale fight and violent blows from elite military organizations have almost become a joke.

The Revelation of Light will be a very formal and powerful organization. The Joker can play Batman and fool the army. His madness can always come up with all kinds of unexpected things, which can make the Joker's Gang accidentally play a big role at the most critical moments, but when facing the Prophet who has opened the full picture, no conspiracy is useful.

The clown helps those little people are just jokes.

Fortunately, the clown didn't care about the life and death of these people. He stood in the shadow and admired the death of his subordinates, with a mysterious smile on his face.

The only one who can rob the prophet...is the prophet himself.

Therefore, the clown cannot escape the prophet, and Batman is helpless against the prophet. Only the young, handsome and kind-hearted little spider can let the prophet let go of his guard and leave with him.

"Even if you can predict the future... you can't defeat people's hearts!"

"It's like everyone is worried about gaining weight, and knows that eating midnight snacks will make you fat, but they still eat it!"

"The only one who defeats the prophet is herself!"
Chapter completed!