Chapter 2220: The lunatic's hint can't understand

Before the secretary could react, Luther's thick arm in the armor stretched out from behind her head.
He broke the safety chain, grabbed the neck of the man outside the door, and threw him backhand into the living room, all in one go.
The colorful figure flew through the air and hit the wall. As a result, rusty dust fell on the ceiling. Luther rushed over like crazy, hitting the opposite white face with a huge metal fist, like a pile driver on the construction site. the sound of.
"Boom boom boom..."
This was the sound of the green-haired head colliding with the ground, and blood quickly flowed into a large pool.
"Ha ha ha ha, oh hee hee hee, come again, come again!"
This is the person who was beaten laughing. He didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Instead, he felt comfortable in the beating and made a strange laugh.
"Oh, before my Mr. J came here, he said that Luther must be still angry with him. As expected." The woman with the arms of two corpses outside the door shrugged and spoke to the secretary with a smile: "By the way, I can come in. Do I need to borrow your bathroom to destroy the corpse. Of course, if you can help me prepare a chocolate milkshake for me to drink during the corpse, that would be great, hehe."
The woman wears a half-red and half-black color-blocking tights, which looks like a harlequin in a playing card. Her face is also pale, with special makeup around her eyes, one with squares and the other with Plum blossom.
She was talking inquiries, but she had dragged the corpse in through the open door, closed the door intimately, and patted the lock.
"That's... the clown?" Moxi didn't know who to aim the gun at, whether she was optimistic about Luther's side, or controlled the woman in front of her first.
The crazy woman was looking for the bathroom with her head, and she smiled and replied after hearing the secretary's self-talk, "Well, is he particularly charming now? But don't make him think, he is my Mr. J, mine little pumpkin."
"But it says in the news..." The secretary shook her head desperately. Even though she has been living in the metropolis, everyone knows the famous clown.
A few months ago, there was internet news that Batman did it for him to die.
"Say he is dead? Hehe, your boss can come back from the dead, why can't my boss? Hey!" The woman with clown makeup made a strong voice, dragging two corpses to the bathroom Walked: "Don't point a gun at me. We are a group. Mr. J said, "Dear Lex will welcome us. Although he will be unhappy at first, he will soon be amused." ,That's it."
Mossie wasn't going to be persuaded by her just like that. After receiving the news that another deceased was not dead, she quickly calmed down and shouted into the living room: "Boss, what do I need to do?"
Luther, who was blasting the hammer, stopped the movement in his hand, stood up from a straddling position, stared at the weird man rolling on the ground with a smile, and moved his wrist:
"It's not your business, go and watch the equipment."
"Lex, let your secretary make champagne. I can't feel your enthusiasm at all. I think it's because of the lack of alcohol, ha!"
The clown on the ground sat up, shaking his head like an okay person, and then lowered his head to check his camera to see if it was broken.
This is the baby he took the fruit photos of Barbara back then, and this suit is also the same suit that he wore back then.
Luthor, with a gloomy face, squinted his eyes. He can use Martian abilities to get other people's memories and feel their thoughts, but there is a premise.
That is, the other party must be a normal person, not a madman.
"You are not a clown, who are you?" Luther adjusted the beam cannon on his arm, threatening self-evidently.
"Ah, the classic identity question, is it my turn to prove that I am me now? Haha!" The clown's hands pulled on the sofa beside him, and he sat on the sofa a little reluctantly, and slanted loosely: "I'm coming. Lex, you know your instincts are right, come and tell me, who am I? Who do you think I am when you see me? Be loud."
He also raised a hand to his ear and made a look of listening, with an expectant smile on his face.
In fact, Luther has proved that this is a genuine product that is like a fake replacement. In the past, there were a lot of fake clowns in Gotham, but those guys did not have the Bacchus factor. After the fist just now, they should have been beaten alive. died.
Although Luther's battle suit does not have a special title, each piece is actually used to superhuman. Even if he controlled his output just now, it was enough to smash the head of an ordinary person.
"But according to my reliable information, your corpse is still in the bat cave." Luther did not follow the madman's meaning, and skipped the identity question: "At the same time, I also know that Batman has something wrong."
"Oh, didn't I tell you, your thoughts are too rigid, as always Luther's thinking." The clown sighed, pursed his lips with some discomfort, and then laughed: "Quack, quack, You need to figure out a problem, Lex, this big world is a beautiful big stage, we are all clowns..."
The bald man stared at him for a long time and was silent for a while.
Afterwards, he walked to the corner of the living room, took off the heavy cosmic negative uniform, walked back to the center of the living room, bent over to wash his hands with the kettle on the coffee table:
"The reason I didn't kill you now is just because you didn't kill me last time. This does not mean that I want to listen to your crazy logic and meaningless perverted philosophy."
"I know, I know." The clown smiled and stood up and opened his arms, hugging Luther enthusiastically. He twisted with joy: "But I didn't expect that I gave you such obvious hints, you still Lost, so pitiful, woooo."
Luther paused. He was reminiscing, and then shook his head: "I don't think you reminded me of anything. After you left, I activated Dr. Ivo and resurrected Blagnac..."
"Well, it's boring."
The clown rolled his eyes, jumped back to the sofa and lay down, rubbed his pleated shirt, put the camera in front of him, and looked at Luther through the lens:
"You always think, you think, you have been the president for too long, so that you forget that our performances don't really value your identity. You are far behind my cute bat. So let me ask in another way. You, at that time, I added a bunch of mobs to the Destruction Legion and laughed. When I hung you on the round table in the meeting room, where was the mother goddess in your mind? Where is Pepetua? Come and tell me the answer. , I can't wait to see you slap yourself."
"!!!" Luther frowned instantly.
At that time, he was in control of the doorknob of destruction, and Perpetua was trapped in the total body, but from her performance in the future, it is clear that the doorknob can give him stronger power to defeat the clown.
But she did not do so.
She just watched quietly, watching them as if they were raising Gu.
The clown won that game, maybe she immediately communicated with the clown and showed him the picture he had shown Luther in the past, and wanted to cooperate with him because he was the winner.
But the lunatic must have refused.
Pepetua had no choice but to turn back and continue to work with the second place in the'biggest loser'. In this way, Luther would have been acting as a spare tire without knowing it.
Seeing Luther's face change colors like a palette, the expression was sometimes ferocious and sometimes annoyed, and the clown smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes, you are right. After I brought you down, the big did look for me, and put me a movie or something in my head." The clown licked his lips and his breathing changed. Having to get up quickly, UU read www.uukanshu.com frantically blinked his eyes: "A bright future, a temptation, she will create a universe full of Batman for me, and let me live forever in Batland."
"Then why didn't you agree to her terms? In fact, you could take the doorknob from me and release her yourself."
Luther had basically understood it, and the Joker had indeed reminded him.
In a crazy way, he reminded him that Perpetua is not the savior, and that human beings can only rely on themselves.
"It's very simple. I only want the real Batman, and she can't give it to me. She can only give me a lot of fakes like the laughing bat. People with taste like me don't need fakes."
The clown put down the camera, spread his hands, and grinned:
"I have always known more things than you, Good Lex, she is not a goddess, but just another on the street who loves the poor and loves the rich. She abandoned her sons in the past, and that day. You will abandon anyone in the future. The little alarm clock in my head keeps ringing, telling me that she is not reliable at all."
Luther sat down, looked at the ceiling, and sighed deeply: "You are right, but I saw this clearly after she stuffed the Destruction Army into the chair, and prepared my own way."
"Don't be sad, my bald buddy, learn from your old rival Superman, always have hope." The clown raised Erlang's legs and licked his lips like a poisonous snake tweeting: "Smile, I have always believed in the power of smiles. , We still have a chance to fulfill our wish. Now let your secretary bring the champagne. I think we are good friends again, right?"
Luther smiled unexpectedly. He turned his head to the bedroom: "Mossy, get me and the guest some wine."
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