This voice wasn't absolutely hoarse. In the eyes of some special people, they would find this voice very pleasant. However, for the majority of people, when they saw this strange face, they definitely wouldn't find it amusing.
This was the face of a Joker. It was no different from the strange masks sold on the street. The only difference was that the sloppy guy in front of them was probably addicted to acting as a Joker. He turned his face into a Joker's face.
For children, a Joker meant joy. However, for adults, a Joker often meant something special. Something sick, something dark … something that hid behind the joy, something that made people shudder.
In the English writer Charles Dickens' first novel, "The Pickwick Story," there was a retired Joker who destroyed himself to bring laughter to others. However, what Dickens wanted to show was the chaos, pain, disorder, and fear beneath the surface of joy. This Joker was called the Horror Joker.
In history, the earliest Joker must have been a poor person with some kind of physical disability: a dwarf, a scar, an ugly face, or someone with mental retardation. In fact, from the moment a Joker was born, it carried a heavy burden. The appearance of this thing represented the instinctive dark side of the human heart.
Because the essence of the clowns was the difference between them and ordinary people, they gave those who were able-bodied a psychological sense of superiority, and they took pleasure in mocking and teasing them.
However, Joker often had another layer of explanation. For example, the image of "The Fool" in the tarot cards was a Joker. Under the ugly and deformed appearance, he was actually very wise and farsighted. His wisdom was even beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Therefore, using a Joker as a nickname had a double meaning. Of course, these profound things were meaningless to the gang leaders sitting in this hidden room.
In their eyes, the Joker who walked into this room … was a freak who stole their money.
"How dare you come here!"
A grumpy black man beside Wurz slammed the table and stood up. He tried to take out a weapon from his pocket but was stopped by Wurz's hand. This man who walked out of Arkham Asylum half a year ago seemed to have become wiser. He looked at the Joker who sat across from the other gang leaders and let out a low chuckle.
"Haha, I don't think you're an idiot. Someone who can plan so many successful robberies can't be an idiot. Then, what are you doing here? I'm curious. "
Wurz threw a piece of fried chicken into his mouth. He wiped the grease off his hand on the Joker's shirt. He looked at him and lowered his voice.
"Are you here to die?"
"Hey, this shirt is very expensive for someone like me, okay?"
Joker rolled his eyes and slapped away Wurz's hand. He looked at the television in front of him and flashed a terrifying smile at the accountant boss who was also looking at him. He relaxed his arms. The wrinkles on his face made the layer of white paint look cracked. It made his face look even scarier.
"You know, your money … hmm, that was just a small joke I played with you guys …"
Once he finished, Maloney laughed. The most powerful mafia boss in Gotham chuckled coldly and said in a gentle voice that did not match his identity, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Minus the money we recovered, that's 35 million worth of Joker. Ha … Mr. Joker, don't you think we have more reasons to kill you now?"
These words immediately won the approval of everyone. Some of the more impatient fellows had already taken out their weapons. This completely unfriendly attitude caused the clown to harrumph coldly. He changed his posture, placing his hands on the table in front of him and supporting his chin. The eyes in his black eye sockets swayed left and right.
"Alright, alright, let's get straight to the point … Let's turn back time to one year ago. The police and lawyers in this city didn't dare to provoke any of you. They were afraid of you. I still remember how mighty Falcone was when he ruled this city. You all want to become the second him, right?"
The clown chuckled and pointed at Maloney. This malicious action caused the smile on Maloney's face, who had always been "elegant" in front of others, to gradually freeze. The clown had spoken of his greatest wish, but now was not the right time to do so.
Joker did not give him a chance to speak. Instead, he asked in a doubtful tone.
"But now …"
He purposely looked around to study the kitchen that had been turned into a meeting room. For the twelve mafia bosses who ruled Gotham, this place was rather shabby. Back then, Falconi had a bungalow that was at least twenty times bigger than this meeting room on Narrows Island.
He spread out his hands, like a confused person looking for an answer. Together with the paint on his face, this silent mockery could be felt by everyone.
"What's going on? You … Have you lost your balls? Hmm? "
The doubt on his face turned into undisguised mockery. He pointed at his heart.
"Look, even someone like me … someone like me can sit here and talk to you in such a grand manner!"
"In the past, I would have been beaten up if I came within 20 meters of you. Look at the time now!"
He raised his left hand and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a cheap and childish child's watch.
"15: 43 in the afternoon … It's broad daylight."
Joker's words silenced all the mafia bosses. Of course, they knew what Joker was referring to. Even Liu on the TV started to pay full attention to Joker's' speech ', even though his words made people want to kill him.
He snorted and clenched his left hand into a fist. He knocked on the table in front of him.
"Listen, I know why you chose to hold your group therapy session in broad daylight in this small room where even rats would find it too crowded. I also know why you are afraid of going out at night …"
He spread out his hands and made a flying pose. Then, he raised his finger to his lips and lowered his voice. It was as if he was playing a game with the mafia bosses.
"Batman, right? Batman showed you your true colors in front of everyone in Gotham. The cowardly, ugly, bully the weak and fear the strong. Ah, everyone, this is really unfortunate. "
His eyes were wide open, as if he was a wise man standing at the side. He took a deep breath, and his hands nervously tapped a few times in the air as if he was playing a piano.
"You are afraid of him! All the problems you are facing now, in the end … It's because of that stubborn righteous person who likes to meddle in other people's business, isn't it? "
No one spoke. Joker, who seemed to have become the owner of this small room, coughed twice and pointed at Liu on the TV.
"This thing called 'plan', you actually believe … Harvey Dent, he does not have law enforcement authority outside of Gotham, but Batman does … No, no, no, what I mean is, Batman does not have jurisdiction. He will eventually find him. Even if he is hiding on the other side of the world, he will force him to talk!"
His finger circled around everyone in the meeting and finally clenched into a fist. It was as if he had grasped the answer to a riddle. His eyes curved and he gave Liu a malicious smile.
"Hehe, I can tell at a glance that you are a snitch."
Sitting on the plane, thousands of miles away from Gotham, Liu felt goosebumps all over his body when he saw Joker's malicious smile. He subconsciously reached out his hand to turn off the TV. The moment his face disappeared from the screen, Wurz and Maloney looked at each other.
Yes, Joker was right again. They never really trusted Liu. He was different from the Hofs who had integrity. He was just a businessman. It was hard to say whether he would do something that crossed the line when faced with such a large amount of money, especially after he left Gotham … Harvey Dent, the local prosecutor, did not have law enforcement authority in other places. The same applied to the Gotham Mob.
"Then, let's hear your suggestion, Joker. Let's hear what you think about this matter."
Wurz pushed a glass of beer with ice cubes in front of Joker. This big boss with slicked-back hair and a flowery shirt revealed a sinister smile.
"Don't tell me you are the kind of person who only knows how to talk but doesn't dare to do it?"
"Oh, thank you for the beer. I am starting to like you. Really, we can be friends!"
Joker took the beer without any hesitation. He turned his head and took a big gulp. He touched his mouth generously. The paint on his mouth had faded but he did not care. He raised a finger and waved it in front of everyone's eyes.
"It's simple … we kill him!"
"Who?"
Wurz asked subconsciously, but was glared at by the clown. Wurz held his head and said with a face full of despair, "That's right.
"Who else could it be? Please, did my words go to waste? Of course it is Batman! "
He had a malicious smile on his face.
"We kill Batman and everything will be solved! He's just a mortal, a bullet can kill him! "
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they laughed in unison. They saw the confident expression on Joker's face. It was as if he was talking about killing a chicken and not the Dark Knight who terrorized Gotham.
Wurz, who had always been confident in Joker, could not help but reveal a troubled expression. He looked at Joker and said playfully.
"If it is as simple as you say … then why don't you do it? Look, he has been in Gotham for more than a year. Has no one tried to kill him? "
Wurz's voice became sinister.
"No! Those who tried to kill him were either locked in prison with broken bones or dead … Although that freak doesn't kill people, many people are happy to see us die. We are not welcome in this city, are we not? "
"So, I hope you can seriously consider my words. I don't want to hear the words of a lunatic like him! Otherwise, you will be carried out. I hope you have insurance. "
The group of villains laughed again, but Joker did not laugh. He looked at Wurz and said very seriously.
"No! I am not crazy! "
"I am here in broad daylight. I am not here in the middle of the night to play a game of catch thieves with you. I am not here to beat you up when you're committing crimes. I am also not here to prove some damned justice all by myself. Listen... listen to me!"
The clown took a deep breath, pointed at his own face, and said seriously, "That's right.
"May I ask, between me and him, who is the real lunatic?"
"As for your question just now, I will say, hehe."
He laughed and shook his finger in the air. "I will not do what I am good at for free!"
Wurz's expression changed a few times as he asked.
He asked, "How much do you want?"
Joker also lowered his voice. "Half!"
"Bang!"
Wurz felt that he had been fooled. He slammed his hands on the table and pushed it aside. Then he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Joker's forehead.
"Damn it! My patience has reached its limit! Half? I think your life is only worth one bullet. Do you think I am right? "
"Hey hey hey! Calm down! Man, calm down! "
“MD！”
"Damn it!"
Everyone panicked. They pulled out their weapons and pointed at Joker. But the guy was still smiling. He took a bloody poker card from his pocket and put it in front of Wurz.
"This is my contact information … If you want to solve this problem seriously, remember to contact me."
Wurz's face was gloomy. He slowly put down his gun and took the card in his hand. When Joker stepped back, he whispered.
"Wait … I will not hire you to kill Batman. That would be stupid. But if you want to prove your strength, then … I have a task for you. If you can prove yourself … we can consider the problem just now."
A crooked smile appeared on the clown's face. He bent over and made a comical salute.
"Then, Joker is at your service."
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