Chapter Thirty-Five: The Laughing Clown, A Brand New Laughing Spot (5/5)

"I came here this time for another matter."

Ye Du walked to Maroni's side and patted his shoulder lightly.

This time, the reason Ye Du came to find Maroni was precisely to complete the task of crossing the world - to reduce the crime rate in Gotham City. Heinous criminals, but the culprit who really controls them and keeps the crime rate high is actually the gang.

The corruption in Gotham City is deeply rooted. Even their top government officials are more or less in collusion with the gangsters. This is why Bruce Wayne has been guarding Gotham City for such a long time, and he can't get him back on track. .

Even if one Maroni is killed, more Maroni will emerge after a while, so Ye Du is going to use another method.

"What?"

Before Maroni could ask, Ye Du stretched out his hand and placed it on the other's forehead.

The power of the void flooded into Maroni's mind, disrupting his thinking.

In his ears, there were countless whispers that made him feel heart-piercing, and there was a terrifying scene in front of him, which was completely beyond his tolerance!

Maroney screamed in pain, his jaw almost dislocated and dropped.

But after a few seconds, Maroni's screams stopped, and he seemed to have become another person, his body no longer trembled, and his eyes lost their look.

"The void has no beginning and no end, and the void devours everything."

Maroney repeated the whisper in his mouth.

Ye Du used the power of the void to destroy Maroni's personality, turning him into his servant. Now this body is only driven by endless fear.

"Let Maroney be a puppet leader."

Ye Du said to himself,

"It's time to find the remaining gang leaders."

After speaking, Ye Du disappeared into the nightclub.

The purple smoke disappeared, and Maroni and his subordinates whose personality had been destroyed by the power of the void just now returned to the original place, as if nothing had happened.

. . . . . .

On the edge of Gotham City, an abandoned warehouse.

There are no surveillance cameras around, far away from the road and urban areas, and there are no people around.

Several old trucks drove into the door of the warehouse, but a group of heavily armed soldiers got out of the trucks.

This is the stronghold of the clown.

And the clown, at this time, was sitting on a throne made of discarded gasoline drums, with a weird and penetrating smile on his face, and his gaze was cast into the distance, like an eagle locking on its prey.

"Boss."

A soldier walked up to the clown,

"Several gang leaders have lost contact. Although the nightclub and casino below them are still operating normally, we have not contacted them. Could it be that they are going to fight against us?"

"No, no, my cute but stupid pawn."

The clown stood up, with a ferocious smile on his face and the skin around the scar at the corner of his mouth trembling, as if the scarred part would be torn apart at any time.

"The gangsters are short-sighted and very boring. Apart from making money, this kind of people will only do what they have to do-such as my orders. They dare not disobey my orders, because this is what they have to do. Like a puppet controlled by a rope, he must do what the puppeteer tells him to do."

The clown suddenly took out the dagger from under his clothes, the speed was like a poisonous snake finding its prey, and the sharp blade was firmly attached to his subordinate's neck,

"For example, now, if I ask you to do something, you have no right to refuse, right~"

The clown said with a smile, and the soldier's forehead was already soaked with sweat, he didn't dare to move, he didn't even have the courage to swallow, for fear that his throat would be cut through by the opponent.

"Those gangsters only have two things in their minds, profit and survival. Of course, survival is more important. This shows that in their hearts, there is an existence that threatens their safety more than me!"

The clown put the dagger back, and the soldier breathed a sigh of relief.

"Obviously! This is the one who can see through my plan! He can actually find out every bomb site I set up, he...he is just like me! Could it be my mother The twin brother who gave birth to me? Maybe I should ask my mother? Oh, I just remembered, she is already dead hahahahahaha! Is this funny? Is this funny?"

Hearing the clown's crazy words, Xiaobing nodded tremblingly, with a wry smile on his face.

"What kind of person is he? God, I really want to see him right away, do you know that feeling? It's like, it's like falling in love! I thought that cute little bat was the one I liked , but now, I have a more interesting playmate! He actually knows every joke of mine!"

The clown suddenly raised his head, laughing wildly, as if being strangled by an invisible rope, he scratched his neck vigorously with his hands, his eyes became cold.

"However, the joke will become boring after the second time, so... In order to avoid boredom, I have prepared a new joke!"

Behind the clown, there are bombs that can pile up like a mountain.