Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

The driver smiled, beaming, and said very proudly: "Since Jake joined Stark Industries, Stark Industries' weapons department has begun to reduce production."

"The number of people dying in this city from firearms produced by Stark Industries has begun to decrease."

"But this time, Tony Stark was able to wake up and announce the suspension of production of the Stark Industrial Weapons Division. Mr. Jake must have played a big role in this."

"Hmph, if Tony Stark was just a playboy, he would never be able to do such a big thing in his life!"

"His original daily life only involved two things every day. One was to invent weapons to kill people, and the other was to sleep with women... It's absolutely impossible for a silver devil like this who only creates killings to suddenly wake up and become a good person.

I cannot do without Mr. Jake’s teachings.”

"The Stark family doesn't have any good things. Tony Stark's father, Howard, is also a silver devil who only causes killing."

"The bankruptcy of Stark Industries is a good thing for New York and the world. At least our relatives will no longer die from the guns they produce."

The driver put out the cigarette butt and said quietly.

Joker Zhou Ran curled his lips, blinked his confused eyes, and said quietly: "Yes, they will not die from the guns produced by Stark Industries, but they will die from Osborn Industries and

Under the firearms produced by Hammer Industries."

"The weapons department that Stark Industries ceased production will be inherited by other industries... Things like firearms will not disappear."

"This world is really indifferent...the light of New York can't actually change anything!"

"As long as people's hearts are still on the evil side, the fight will never stop. New York is hopeless. Its darkness cannot be dispelled by a beam of light."

"Incompetent government, uncontrollable capital expansion, rampant drugs, vicious gangsters, false prosperity will all turn into an economic bubble in an instant, leaving countless homeless people..."

"This city itself is a deformity. If we compare this city to a big tree, it is a tree that is seriously rotten, with countless borers crawling on its trunk, and is about to fall down at any time."

"Haha, Mr. Driver, wake up...your New York light can't change anything at all."

The clown Zhou Ran sneered, and his mouth uttered a devil-like, bewitching whisper.

Hear his words.

The driver's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He shook his head fiercely and said, "No, you are wrong!"

"We still have hope. Only by changing all these things can things get better."

"Change? How to change? The government has never changed, it is still the same government..." the clown said in a low voice.

The driver gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "Then overthrow this government and drive out the mayor, Old John. He is not worthy of being our mayor!"

"Yes, that's right, oust him and let Mr. Jake be our mayor. He will definitely treat us well... I believe in him, and our whole family believes in him."

The clown Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Hey, sir, that sounds easy, but is it easier said than done?"

"Old John has never made any mistakes. In the eyes of most people, he is a kind elder."

"How do you drive him out of office? This is impossible. Those councilors in the city government will definitely not agree. They really like 'good old guys' like Old John!"

The driver frowned, hammered the steering wheel twice angrily, and roared angrily: "Old John is not wrong, that is his biggest mistake!"

"He is the mayor and the master of this city! He should be responsible for this city and he wants to change this city!"

"He only knows how to make peace and make pie, but he knows nothing else. A useless 'good guy' like him should be kicked out of office!"

"Oh!" The clown Zhou Ran took out his ears and said, "Sir, what's the use of roaring like you do?"

"Aside from making my ears hurt, it has no effect at all... This is a sign of incompetence and rage. The more a dog bites, the less likely it is to bark."

Hearing this, the driver fell into silence. After a moment, he asked with a straight face and a serious expression in a low voice: "Sir, what should I do? You must have a way, right?"

The clown Zhou Ran nodded and said with a smile: "Of course there is a way, but I just don't know if you are willing to do it?"

"What can I do?" The driver asked eagerly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"It's very simple!" Clown Zhou Ran snapped his fingers and said in a low voice: "That is to allow Jake to successfully become the mayor of New York. Anyone who dares to stop him will die under our anger."

"Of course, this also includes the mayor, Old John!"

"Sir, do you dare to kill Mayor John? He is just a mortal body. He will die if he takes a bullet, and the price of killing him is that you will die."

"Exchanging death for death is such an equal deal! But can you do it? Can you give up everything you have and exchange your life for old John's life?"

The driver was startled for a moment and then regained his composure. His face was covered with sweat and his mouth was slightly open but he didn't make the slightest sound.

He opened the window and stepped on the accelerator hard.

The howling wind blew from the window, and the scenes on both sides of the street flashed by.

The car was driving fast on the road, and there was a strange silence inside the car.

I don’t know how long it has been.

The driver changed gears and the car began to slow down.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket with trembling hands, and put the cigarette in his mouth very slowly.

Then, he picked up the lighter nearby and lit the cigarette.

The driver took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. White nicotine smoke drifted through the car and then out the window.

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He put his hand outside the window, flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and said, "Sir, what you just said is really a sharp question."

"In the face of death, my body began to tremble involuntarily. I was afraid of it, extremely afraid of it. It was the fear that surged from my soul."

"But I am no longer afraid. There are things that must be done when people are alive."

"There is a small house on the street we were driving on just now. In the courtyard there is a seven or eight-year-old boy playing in the sand. His name is Jonah, and he is my son."

"When I saw him, I thought a lot, but in the end, I didn't want him to end up like me. That was really terrible."

"Sir, he should have a bright future. I have always hated the saying, people who are richer than you are still working hard, so your hard work is nothing."

"Do rich people really work hard? None of Jonah's rich classmates study seriously, but when they grow up, they go to the best universities."

"After graduating from college, they will successfully enter the company founded by their father, and after working for a few years, they will successfully inherit the company... But my son, Jonah, who works hard, can only give him what he wants.

These students are working part-time!"

"Is this fair? It seems fair... but it's not that fair. I admit that I'm not as good as their father, so I shouldn't live a better life than them. I should just work for them."

"But my son is better than their son, so why does my son still work for their son?"

"So, this kind of fairness is not real fairness!"

The driver put out the cigarette butt, looked at the clown in the rearview mirror, and asked slowly: "Sir, do you think that if I kill Old John, will this city be truly fair under Mr. Jake's governance?"
The clown Zhou Ran shook his head and said: "I can't guarantee that I am not the Mr. Jake you call me, nor am I the Light of New York."

"I can't give you an accurate answer, but isn't every choice in life a gamble?"

"The result of gambling can only be known the moment you open the plate...the rest depends on your luck."

"This is a big gamble. You are putting your life as a bargaining chip. Whether you will get what you want depends on fate."

"If you are lucky, you will get what you want, but this time the rules are a little special and you can't see what you want..."

"No matter what, you are one of the losers in this gamble."

"Gambling?" The driver raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This is a good explanation. I like this explanation. It is indeed true. This is a gamble."

"Although I don't usually gamble much, this time I chose to take a gamble. I will use my life as a bet to witness the light of New York in the future."

"Sir, I'm ready. My name is Jon Danny. If the day I'm looking forward to really comes, please tell me in front of my tombstone. Thank you very much."

"Sir, get out of the car... stay away from me, so you can be safer..."

When the clown Zhou Ran heard this, a smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and he nodded with great satisfaction.

He took out a broken fox mask from the lining pocket of his suit and put it into his trouser pocket. Then he took off his suit and placed it on an empty seat aside.

Then, he reached out and patted the driver Jon on the shoulder, smiled and said: "Sir, stop at the intersection in front, I'm getting off the car."

"Remember to take this suit home. It's something you like very much. As for Old John? Don't worry, someone will kill him!"

"I'm very satisfied with your answer. Stay at home these days and don't go anywhere. There will be chaos in New York."

"Similarly, this is also the price that must be endured before justice comes."

The car stopped slowly, and while the clown Zhou Ran was talking, he had already reached the intersection in front.

Jon asked: "Sir, who are you?"

"Who am I?" Clown Zhou Ran smiled and said, "I am a person destined to be hated by you, a person destined to be feared by you."

"Believe me, as long as you are not a lunatic, you will never fall in love with me."

After that, the clown Zhou Ran opened the car door, stood up and left.

Jon stretched out his head, pointed in the direction of the clown, and asked loudly: "Sir, I don't hate you! What is your name?"

"Joker!"

The clown Zhou Ran did not stop and continued to move forward. He reached out behind him, waved his hand, and replied in a low voice.

"Joker! Joker! Joker..." Jon, the driver, kept repeating this name. Although he didn't know the meaning of the name, he kept it in his heart.

From his perspective at this moment, Joker is a person with a very high level of consciousness and a very deep thinking.

But soon, he learned what is the other side of the light of New York, the darkness of New York.

……

……

The clown Zhou Ran was walking on the street. Suddenly he stopped, slowly raised his hand to the top, then suddenly spread his fingers and murmured softly: "biu, biu, biu..."

His behavior seems a little strange.

But it actually quoted a poem by the Austrian poet Rilke, which is a poem in "Celebrating You".

If you slowly raise your hand, raise it above your head, and then suddenly open your fingers, congratulations, you have just set off a firework for yourself. - Rilke

The clown Zhou Ran is setting off fireworks for the city of New York. He only sets off one firework and it has already caused the city to suffer.

If there is another one, New York will become a real Shura field.

In the army, a company has about 120 people.

A battalion has about four companies, with a size of about 500 people.

In this case, the three hundred people should be about half a battalion.

How powerful is half a battalion?

Put half the battalion into a bustling street, and without the constraints of military regulations, this bustling street will soon become extremely dilapidated.

Throwing half a battalion into a crowd of people filling the streets will cause countless casualties in an instant.

What if half of the battalion is full of lunatics who are not afraid of death?

The destructive power will only be greater, which is unmatched by half a battalion in the army.

And the clown has half a battalion of lunatics.

New York is a prosperous city, and the Lighthouse Country is also a prosperous country, but due to institutional reasons, guns are not allowed in this country.

Not only is it not prohibited, it can even be sold normally, and gun licenses are also allowed.

However, they are also smart. They put a high price on bullets and banned the quantity in circulation.

It can be said that it is easy to buy a gun, but it is difficult to buy a bullet.

But as long as there are benefits, all systems in this capital-filled country are false, just like bubbles.

As long as you spend all your money to buy a gun and some bullets, you can achieve zero-dollar purchase.

Zero-dollar purchases happen every day, but prisoners are not fools. The police here have the right to shoot freely. As long as they feel that you are a threat to them, they will take the initiative to shoot.

Therefore, ordinary terrorists just do one thing and then drive away.

But crazy people don’t do this.

They did not one vote, but many votes, until they collapsed from excessive blood loss.

As long as you give them a gun, they can put the gun on the head of the gun seller to get more guns and cannons.