Chapter 154: A Special First Day on the Job

Facts proved the system's prompt was correct; smiles do not vanish, they only transfer.

"Hahahaha—"

Ma Ma Zhaodi, lying on the ground, clutched his stomach and laughed weakly; the angrier the clown's face became, the more he felt his own wickedness—and that made him laugh even harder.

"Sorry, I can't help it, hahaha..."

Seeing Ma Ma Zhaodi on the ground, laughing while bleeding, the clown grew angrier and angrier; he gritted his teeth in fury and raised his hand to fire another shot.

"Stupid b*tch!"

Bang!

"Ha!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi's body bounced up like a salted fish that had been punched.

Then another shot, another shot, another shot...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ma Ma Zhaodi on the ground kept bouncing and laughing: "Haha! Ha! Ha..."

He shot at Ma Ma Zhaodi on the ground like a madman, firing until all the bullets in the magazine were spent on his body, then kept clicking the trigger uselessly.

The crowd watched in horror as he shot Ma Ma Zhaodi on the ground into a sieve, shot by shot; his trembling body bled dark red blood and finally stopped moving.

The clown in the darkness panted heavily; after a while, he casually waved at the crowd: "No need to go on stage anymore; intermission."

All the comedians nearby, hearing his words, finally had a moment to relax their tense bodies, then fell down together like wheat in a field—their brains only now realizing their legs had turned to jelly.

They lay on the ground as if they had survived a disaster, breathing deeply the air thick with the smell of blood; although they would have to perform again in a while, every extra moment of life meant a little more hope.

If the officers of the Gotham City Police Department—or, taking a step back, if that bat-crazy lunatic with pointed ears could arrive during this time, would we still have a chance?

No one dared to say this aloud, but everyone prayed desperately in their hearts.

The clown loaded each bullet into his revolver, reholstered it at his waist, and looking at the group of comedians on the ground with empty minds, felt even more bored.

It's not funny at all; everyone's Duan Zi are not funny, and there's nothing interesting about them.

Damn it, even some sword-person dared to use Batman's Duan Zi to disgust him; just thinking about it was bad luck—come to think of it, that Duan Zi was truly targeted; how did he learn One's Own Thoughts? Is there someone smart enough among Gotham's fools to see that he and Batman are soulmates?

He turned his head again to look at the pile of corpses on the ground; that fool had already merged into the pile of bodies, impossible to tell which one it was.

Forgot to ask—never mind, he's dead anyway.

Bored, he walked directly to the side door, pushed it open with his hand, and walked straight out.

At that moment, a lying comedian turned his head, saw this scene, and immediately, with a face full of wild joy, grabbed the companion beside him.

"Quick, look! The clown left! Let's leave too; he said there's a bomb in the theater—"

Boom!

Before the words finished, the clown outside the door had already pressed the bomb remote in his hand.

With a deafening roar, the entire stage area of the comedy theater was instantly turned to ash by the bomb; the actors nearby and the corpses below were all swept into this explosion, and barring any accidents, not a single one would survive.

The clown disappeared from the theater, bored; only then did people outside hear the huge noise and pick up their phones to call the police.

"Hello? Is this the Gotham City Police Department? Please come quickly to the Unicorn Comedy Theater; there's an explosion here!"

"Oh my god..."

Amidst the ruins after the explosion, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Damn it, that bastard clown is still this crazy, using bombs for crowd control, and standing on the spawn point to watch stage comedy."

Ma Ma Zhaodi, covered in blood, spoke somewhat indistinctly because he had fruit candy and milk candy in his mouth. He slowly pried open the heavy objects pressing on him and, with great difficulty, finally stood up from the ruins; at this moment, his body had several bullet holes like a sieve, but fortunately the wounds were slowly healing.

"Pity about that outfit of mine," Ma Ma Zhaodi said, scratching his head in frustration: "I actually liked it."

At this moment, he was almost a blood-soaked human; there was hardly a clean spot on his entire body, and the several bare bullet holes were still continuously bleeding fresh blood, looking gruesome and terrifying.

"First, let's see if anyone survived."

The Intermediate Body Constitution Enhancement was very powerful; at least it was quite handy and swift when moving bricks. Ma Ma Zhaodi quickly cleared the area around the stage and searched for people in the ruins.

The people killed by the clown earlier naturally could not be resurrected; Ma Ma Zhaodi's focus was on finding those knocked down by gunfire after the clown used the 【I Did Not Kill Anyone】 skill. According to the skill's effect, they would likely cling to life for 24 hours and not die on the spot immediately.

One body, two bodies, three bodies...

Ma Ma Zhaodi dragged them out one by one, took a fruit-flavored lollipop from his item slot, and for each person he pulled out, he poked the lollipop into their mouth for a few seconds, then moved to the next, then the next... finally placing them on the cleared open ground.

Yes, this was exactly the same lollipop used last time to save those Wayne Group directors parasitized by vines; following the principle of making full use of resources and practicing thrift, Ma Ma Zhaodi used it again to save people.

Anyway, they were all down to their last breath at this moment, so almost no consciousness remained; surely no one would object to his method.

When the sirens sounded on the streets outside the Unicorn Comedy Theater, it was already five minutes after the report; undoubtedly, they had done their utmost to arrive at the scene as quickly as possible—and when Chief Gordon led the officers through the door into the main hall of the theater, they saw injured people with messy hair and covered in blood, lying on a cleared open ground, with an exhausted Asian man lying beside them.

"Quick! Quick! Send them to the hospital first!"

When Ma Ma Zhaodi opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar white ceiling.

"Am I in the hospital?"

At that moment, a familiar voice came from beside him.

"The doctor said you're very lucky; you didn't suffer any serious injuries."

Ma Ma Zhaodi turned his head and saw the familiar blond hair and big beard.

"Chief Gordon?"

"Ma Ma Zhaodi, a police officer, hmm?"

Gordon flipped through the documents in his hand and asked him in return: "Transferred to Gotham just yesterday, and already at work today?"

"Uh..."

"I don't know where you offended your superior to get transferred to this ghost place, but then again—since you're here, you might as well settle in."

"That perverted lunatic you saw—the clown—has started causing trouble in Gotham City recently; police manpower is a bit tight, but you're a rookie, so I don't plan to send you to the front line to face that madman."

"You'll be responsible for another task; rest well today, return to the police station tomorrow; there's a shortage of manpower for guarding one person; this task isn't very dangerous, and you happen to fit right in."

Ma Ma Zhaodi paused, sensing the scent of a gig job in those words.

"Who am I going to escort?"

"Another less dangerous madman, a cooperative prisoner of the police station." Sheriff Gordon sighed.

"Called—The Riddler."

(End of this chapter)