Chapter 104

"Why, you..." the Beast asked in a daze.

Clown-Supes ate the pizza slice in his hand in one bite, and while sucking his fingers, said: "I don't know either. Anyway, since no one came to play with me, I'll just eat something to fill my stomach in the meantime, that's fine, right? Who told you guys the airplane food was so terrible."

"But you..."

Clown-Supes said righteously: "I'm not wearing an X-Men uniform, and the Brotherhood doesn't have a uniform either. Anyway, when you guys started fighting, I just crouched down and dodged bullets like an ordinary commoner, and those soldiers just treated me like a dead commoner."

"You think I've been doing what in Hollywood? You probably don't know how familiar I am with this job. People judge whether to hit someone based on threat level, not on weird clothes."

"Besides, I'm not the only one who stayed to watch the show. Look around, there are so many people. ——"

The Beast looked in the direction Clown-Supes was pointing, and sure enough, there were quite a few unrelated people hiding and watching the excitement.

"——Just say that with you guys making a scene every three days, New Yorkers have long since developed a big heart. If it were twenty years later, for the sake of video traffic, there would be even more people taking pictures with their phones on the side, believe it or not."

If it were the Beast's human form, that is, the Hank McCoy form, perhaps this lecture from Clown-Supes could have made Hank doubt life, or at the very least, feel embarrassed and awkward.

The personality of the Beast form was not completely different, but it was slightly different from the human form; it was much more decisive and direct.

At least he didn't want to follow Clown-Supes's twisted logic, but said: "I hope you're full." Then he used his big palm to grab the head with the green slicked-back hair and threw it toward the American soldiers!

Like a rolling log, he swept down two advancing soldiers in one go. Clown-Supes looked at the people he was pressing under him and said: "If I say I didn't mean it, can you let me go?"

It was said that the logic of the soldiers' judgment of friend or foe was quite simple; even if it wasn't active, Clown-Supes still knocked down two people, and didn't even plan to crawl up at the first moment!

So a soldier pointed his gun at Clown-Supes and shouted: "Don't move! Get out of there!"

"Um, have you noticed yourself that the two commands are contradictory? Which one should I follow?"

Because the American soldiers, who were emotionally tense in the face of the Brotherhood of Mutants, couldn't relax from Clown-Supes's clowning around. He roared hysterically, while putting his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any time.

But the mistake he made was being too close to Clown-Supes; the muzzle was almost pressed against the other party's forehead, but he wasn't aiming properly. Instead, he was shaking left and right in a panic.

There was no need to show any super speed; spotting a gap, Clown-Supes dodged the muzzle. Then he grabbed the barrel and lightly snatched the rifle away.

Clown-Supes, holding the barrel upside down, in the astonished eyes of the soldiers, used a bat-like attack to knock down the soldier whose rifle had been snatched away.

Looking at such a battle record, he gently stroked the rifle he was holding upside down and said tenderly: "Ah, look, I'm smart, right? I know the weight of the rifle is all in the back, and the barrel is actually lighter. So it hurts more to hit people with the butt of the gun."

"If it were reversed, the result would be different. Hitting someone might just be painless. Oh, baby, since you are so easy to use, I will give you a name."

Clown-Supes examined the rifle in his hand for a moment, and the battlefield fell into a strange atmosphere.

"Aha, I'll name you Destroy!" Clown-Supes, feeling satisfied, attacked again with the rifle held upside down, knocking down one American soldier after another. The battle started instantly.

In this kind of close-quarters combat, especially with Clown-Supes interspersed in the formation, the rifle couldn't play any role at all. Whoever dared to shoot had to be prepared to hit their own people.

For Clown-Supes, he only needed clever positioning to make the soldiers wary and afraid to shoot easily. Then he held Destroy upside down and knocked the soldiers down.

Unfortunately, modern rifles were not made for this kind of thing; he didn't hit many people before the whole gun fell apart!

Even the barrel in his hand was bent at a strange angle.

When Clown-Supes threw away the scattered rifle, three or five soldiers on the ground were already unconscious. There were a few others shaking their heads, trying to make their dizzy minds clearer.

Picking up another rifle, Clown-Supes held it upside down as well. With the same gentle eyes and tone, he stroked the rifle and said: "Baby, I name you Destroy II. I hope you can stay with me longer than the first one. Come on, soldiers!"

Street fighting, with countless vehicles as cover. Clown-Supes didn't need to show any speed or strength at all; he could rely on the unparalleled luck in the eyes of others to shuttle through the rain of bullets and neatly knock down the soldiers.

In fact, every one of his movements was the result of careful calculation. But with the help of a super brain, it appeared as if it were intuition, or as if he were favored by the Goddess of Luck.

But compared to a clown with a strange outfit, constantly knocking down soldiers with a rifle, what was even more chilling was the crazy and never-ending laughter.

The soldiers had never experienced such a battle. It was as if everyone just needed to work a little harder to defeat this crazy clown, but they were always just a little bit off.

Although no one suffered fatal injuries, at most they were just unconscious. But that laughter was like mocking them, laughing until everyone felt chilled.

And all of this changed after a team of better-equipped assault infantry, specifically designed to counter mutants, joined in.

They were equipped with electric stun guns and were not afraid of accidental injury. Even if they hit their own people, the equipment on their bodies could prevent them from being paralyzed by their own people.

A group of soldiers like this surrounded Clown-Supes. The other soldiers with insufficient equipment dragged their fallen companions away.

The Destroy rifle in his hand didn't know if it was the fifth or sixth generation; Clown-Supes was holding it with both hands beside him as if he were holding a baseball bat.

Originally looking at the surrounding American soldiers with a vigilant gaze, Clown-Supes suddenly put the gun down, used it as a cane, widened his eyes, revealed a lewd smile, and started the beginning of a classic American joke: "Knock knock."

Unfortunately, the soldiers didn't buy it, and everyone fired at once! More than a dozen electric stun bullets hit Clown-Supes. And he cooperated very well, pretending to be paralyzed by the electricity, his whole body stiff, falling to the ground and twitching.

The reason he cooperated so well was because he had already noticed in his super senses that all the X-Men and Brotherhood mutants had been taken down. The soldiers were also mainly capturing, not directly killing the mutants.

When the soldiers used tools similar to those for catching dogs to put the collars that controlled mutants on Clown-Supes's neck, the person playing dead was looking forward to what would happen next; he was so excited that he almost showed a flaw and started whistling.