Then, he suddenly stretched out a middle finger of his right hand and raised it towards the direction of the sky...

'asshole!'

‘That bastard…’

‘Damn it!’

‘Just now, everyone should have beaten him up and then let him go, %￥#￥!’

‘The superior shouldn’t let him go!!’

After seeing the clown's international provocative action that almost everyone can understand, the guards began to curse and curse. Unfortunately, they could not and did not dare to go outside the iron gate to find trouble for each other.

Therefore, some people can only give the clown with forgiveness hair, pale foundation outside the iron gate, and the hideous and big mouthed clown drawn with lipstick one by one with big middle fingers that are also upright to the sky.

However,

What the guards didn't know was that the clown's gesture was not a gesture for them to show, but a gesture for someone who didn't know which room he hid in the Arkham Asylum. He was watching him leave, and he only liked to show his mouth!

"Tsk!"

The clown didn't care much about those self-indulgent guards.

Because, if he wanted, just as he said in the interrogation room before, he could choose to burn or blow up the place at any time, and directly blow up the Arkham Asylum that had been imprisoned for many years, along with the "patients" and doctors and guards inside, and completely razed the place to the ground!!

However……

But he didn't want to do that!

Because the people here are very interesting. They are all talented and speak "humorous and funny". He likes this place that gives him a sense of home... Perhaps, in the future, he may not necessarily have the chance to come back and live again?

So, if you blow it up casually, it would be a pity. That's not what the clown wants to see.

Drop! Drop!

At this time, just as the clown was hesitating and not thinking about where he should go and what to do next, behind him, two car horns suddenly sounded, and successfully attracted his attention, forcing him to stop the various thoughts he was struggling with about this abnormal release from prison.

"Well?"

"Who are you..."

Following the sound of the car's horn, the clown saw a man who was smoking a cigarette, looking a little careless and covered in scars on his face. He was definitely not a good person like him, opening the car door and walking towards him.

"Hello!"

"I'm here... to pick you up, yes, it was Monty who sent me..."

"My name is Johnny, Johnny Frost! I'm very happy to meet you, dear Mr. Clown..."

Maybe he was worried that the other party would kill him, or maybe because he was taken by the other party's name, Johnny Frost quickly told the reason for coming here while quickly introducing himself, for fear that he would make the other party unhappy and do something crazy.

After all, anyone knows that the other party is a cruel, tyrannical and moody person, and a terrifying tyrant in the underground world of Gotham City before... Although the other party was arrested and imprisoned for many years, he, Johnny, would definitely not dare to do anything to easily provoke the other party when he needed to rely on the other party.

"Johnny? Take me back?"

The clown really never expected that the fact that he was forcibly 'cured' and had to be released from prison was actually promoted?

"Ha ha……"

"Hey! Johnny Frost is that... If you were willing to give me the guy on your waist, your words would probably be more convincing..."

After walking to the other party for about three steps away, he stood still. He squinted his eyes and looked up and down for a while, then looked at the other party’s broken car. After he didn’t know what he thought of, he suddenly opened his hideous mouth and pointed at the other party’s belt and said this.

Obviously, the clown doesn't trust this guy who claims to be Johnny and is sent to welcome him to "released from prison"!

"ah?"

"Of course, give it to you, sir!"

The next second, what was beyond the clown's surprise was that the one named Johnny Frost in front of him actually took out a Colt full of 9mm ammunition for him, and he held the barrel without any precaution and handed it to him?

“…”

"Huh! Wow..."

"Johnny, my dear Johnny...I think I like you guy a little..."

After taking the pistol, you don’t have to open the bullet cabin to check. The clown knows with the weight of the pistol that in the pistol’s nest, there must be a full five bullets.

"Now, let's talk about it..."

He stared at the guards in the distance in the distance. After seeing them staring at the weapons in his hands as if they were facing a great enemy, the clown threw a hideous smile at them, then lowered his body and directly entered the red broken sedan that Johnny Frost was not very familiar to him.

"Tell me?"

"Sorry, sir, I don't understand, what do you need me to say?!"

Johnny Frost's expression was still a little nervous. After all, it was absolutely impossible for his weapon to be in the hands of a moody madman, in the hands of a tyrant, to say that he was not nervous.

Because he never knows when the other party will suddenly reward him with a bullet!

According to those rumors, based on the other party's deeds before being locked in Arkham Asylum, the other party is likely to do such a crazy thing.

"A little suggestion..."

"Johnny, never apologize to anyone for any of your own faults, because that's useless..."

As the car started, the clown spoke, and intentionally or unintentionally pointed the gun at the direction of the driver's seat. The threat or unintentional attitude was already obvious.

“…”

"I understand, sir!"

Johnny nodded with difficulty, and after a look of fear flashed in his eyes, he barely shifted his attention from the black muzzle in the other party's hand to the front, and drove his car intently and slowly flowed into the traffic flow entering Gotham City.

To be honest, he now regrets taking on this life...

"very good!"

"Let me tell me now, why are you the only one picking me up today?!"

From the guy who insisted on letting him go, and from now on, only a pitiful little guy who didn't know him to meet him, the clown could probably guess what the situation was like in Gotham City now!

However, although some things were guessed, he still wanted to confirm them first.

"When I left, I handed the city over to the hands of those 'capable ministers and generals'. Now, I think they will definitely not be as honest as I thought, am I right?"

"So, Johnny, I want to ask..."

"Those guys..."

"What the hell did they do to my Gotham City?!"

Yes, it's his "Joker's" Gotham City!

Before he was caught by the damn guy with his head and tail, he was the well-deserved underground emperor in Gotham City! Here, he had the final say, and those who didn't listen to him were already dead! The various ways of dying those people were enough to ensure that most of the territory in the city was in his hands and enough to ensure that those restless guys listened to him!

“…”

"Sir, Gotham City...it's not yours anymore..."

"They, no one ever thought you could come out of that Arkham Asylum, so..."

So what happened? Johnny didn't continue to say it, but just closed his mouth in silence.

First, because he is just a small person, he doesn't know much; secondly, he believes in such things, and it doesn't need to be said explicitly, and the clown himself will understand... After all, that is human nature, the most real and ugly place in human nature, and he doesn't need to talk too much at all.

If it were him Johnny, he would definitely not return the benefits he got to someone who was arrested and imprisoned in a madman who would never know when he would be released again! There are some benefits. Once he got it, don’t think about letting people like them vomit it out again!

"Hey! It's so funny..."

"Johnny, my dear Johnny...please rest assured, I will get them back..."

"Gotham City, it belongs to me!"

"This is my territory, my custom sand table... Everything here will be decided by me!"

After glanced at a police car passing by outside the car window, the clown grinned and took out the bullets from the pistol one by one boredly, looking at them one by one, stuffing them back one by one.

He knew that he would use these little babies soon, and he would use a lot of them until the city completely belonged to him! Of course, there was also... he had to find a way to deal with the guy who insisted on letting him out but had a weird mind...

That's the annoying black bat!!

However, there is no hurry to do that...

Because, he believed that he could think of a solution, and he would...

Before that, he could consider doing what the other party needed him to do... and that was why the other party let him go! Besides, even if he was unwilling to do that, it would not work, because they knew that he had a clown, and if he didn't want to die in the hands of those who had occupied his property, he could only free up his hands to deal with the guys who had occupied his property.

"Lalala..."

o(*)o

The environment and characters on Paradise Island really surprised Anne...

Because, no matter what, she could not imagine that there would be such a city and race completely different from the outside world hidden here, and they were all a group of beautiful big sisters!

And what's even more amazing is:

These big sisters are all a group of guys with powerful strength in their bodies. Maybe not everyone can tear tanks with bare hands, but there is definitely no problem in overturning tank rocks or something! These seem to be a group of powerful guys.

Moreover, these big sisters are all a group of immortal species, which seem to be nurtured by the magic of this paradise island, so that their lifespan is unexpectedly long?!

Anyway, along the way, the beautiful big sisters Anne herself saw were at least hundreds of years old... But in fact, most of them were younger than the Aunt Kate in her family. They seemed to be like the Atlantis people at the bottom of the sea, and they were descendants of the so-called ancient indigenous gods, and there were also various divine powers that affected them in their blood?

Of course, Anne didn't want to worry too much about that kind of thing, nor did she want to study other people's racial characteristics. Now she just wants to eat other people's specialties well! Moreover, it can't be the strange and scented fruit she had picked before!

“…”

(`)

"Hey! Big sister! I have given you gold coins, why don't you give me those fruits quickly?"

o('w*)o

Annie now doesn't understand why the other party looked at her with a strange expression like a ghost? Even, she didn't care about the few gold coins she put on the other party's wooden counter, just staring at her blankly?

Also, not only the big sister who is selling colorful fruits she has never seen before, but also the big sisters and aunts of various skin colors around her. They are actually following her like watching some strange animal, and even now they have slowly formed a wall of people inside and outside, blocking themselves firmly in this market and at this stall selling fruits?
To be continued...