Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

On the church pew.

After watching the scene in front of him, Nick Fury took a deep breath and looked at the dancing clown on the podium. He couldn't help but tighten the gun in his hand.

The gun in his hand is different. It was created by scientists in SHIELD's Science Department using the energy of the Cosmic Cube.

Although this gun is extremely powerful, it also has flaws. The energy is not very stable, so it can only fire one shot.

At present, there are only a few high-tech equipment created using the energy of the Cosmic Cube. Nick Fury himself does not trust such unstable weapons. If Nick Fury had not been really cruel this time,

He will never break his principles.

Nick Fury took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at the clown with an extremely serious expression. He must seize the right opportunity to shoot.

The pulpit in front of the church.

After the clown danced an extremely crazy dance in the sacred hymn, he opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at Nick Fury, the only audience in the church. A smile appeared on his face, and he said very tenderly: "

Oh, Mr. Nick Fury, you really surprised me, I didn’t expect you to actually find this place, I think you must have spent a lot of effort!”

"And you are so calm that you can let me finish this dance. You know, I was very scared when I was dancing. I always thought you would shoot me at any time."

"And what makes me very curious is that you would come alone. This is really incredible. I always thought you were a timid person like a mouse, and I was full of doubts. I really didn't think you could do this.

Mr. Nick Fury made such a bold decision, you really excite me!"

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury smiled and said: "Mr. Clown, I'm not here to catch you, I'm just here to have a good chat with you. I'm very curious about the birth process of the Clown. You know

You used to be a very ordinary and kind man, Mr. Arthur."

Of course, if Nick Fury didn't hold the gun tightly in his hand when he said this, it would be more realistic and more like a good conversation.

The Joker didn't pay attention to Nick Fury's actions. He laughed playfully, blinked his eyes, and said: "Hehehe... Arthur? That's really a very familiar name! I haven't heard this name for a long time... As for

How to become a clown?”

"Nick Fury, I think you should already know very well. You already know Arthur's name, and you should also know his whole story... Do you want me to show the scars now as a pleasure to you?

"

Nick Fury shook his head, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly: "Mr. Clown, don't you think what you did is excessive? Don't you really have no compassion at all?

?”

"I know Arthur's life was unfortunate, but you inflicting these misfortunes on others is definitely not the right path."

"You killed Theresa with your own hands and sewed her head on Patrick's neck. Since then, the violence has intensified. So far, according to the information in our hands, according to incomplete statistics, you have killed at least 723 people. The youngest is one

A 6-year-old little girl, the oldest is an 84-year-old man."

"Joker, do you think what you did is right?"

"Joker, do you think it's funny that you killed those people? Is it worth laughing at?"

The clown shrugged, smiled, and said in a very calm tone: "Yes, isn't this very interesting? Isn't this worth laughing at?"

"And I'm really tired of pretending it's boring. Comedy is subjective, Fury, and as long as I think it's funny, then it's funny... isn't that what they always say? All of you... you

The constituted system knows everything and you decide what is right and wrong, just like you decide what is interesting and what is boring.”

Nick Fury frowned and said: "So, do you want to break this system? You want to make a great change. Is that why you want to spread the laughter virus? You want to become a symbol? A totem.

?A spirit?”

"You want everyone to become a lunatic like you! You want to gain the admiration of lunatics, you want to be the underground king of New York, no, you want to be the real king of New York!"

The Joker shook his head and said with a smile: "Come on, Nick Fury, do I look like the kind of clown who can initiate change? I killed those guys because they were bad people. Nowadays, everyone is a bad person

, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy.”

Nick Fury gritted his teeth, looked at the clown fiercely, and said: "Okay, I understand, is this the reason you find for yourself to kill innocent people? A 6-year-old girl and an 84-year-old man are actually...

Bad guy! I think you are a madman."

The clown smiled and said: "No, if the little girl and the old man didn't sing out of tune, they wouldn't have died."

The clown paused and sighed. He looked at Nick Fury and the priests and nuns who were still singing hymns. He said loudly and emotionally: "Oh, why do you all feel so sad for these guys?"

What? If I were to die on the roadside, you would just pass by me. I would pass by you every day, and you would not notice me."

"But these guys, why, just because... Councilman Jake expressed his pity for them on the TV station?"

Nick Fury took a deep breath, spoke slowly, and asked, "Why don't you agree with Jake's point of view?"

The Joker nodded and continued: "Yes, I do. Has he ever looked outside, Nick Fury? Has he ever really left his office? Everyone is shouting, screaming, civilized at each other

Nothing left!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No one will put themselves in other people's shoes. Do you think people like Jake will care about the situation of people like me? Will they put themselves in their shoes?"

, rather than selfishness?”

"They won't. They think we will just sit there and accept the reality like good children. They think we won't transform into werewolves and become wild..."

Nick Fury looked at the Joker and said: "Have you finished speaking? I mean, you are too self-pitying. Arthur, you sound like you are making excuses for killing those young people. Not everyone does.

It belongs to bad people."

"The city councilman you just mentioned, Mr. Jake, is a good man. He has always been an idol for young people across the United States. He made Stark Industries abandon a large number of arms deals. He contributed to world peace. He stopped

A large amount of pollution has caused society to close down polluting enterprises. He donates a large amount of property to poor people every year..."

After hearing this, the clown laughed with tears in his eyes. He bent over with laughter, pointed at Nick Fury, and shouted hysterically: "Yes, he is a good man! But why didn't he save him?

Me? A person like him who is so radiant, a person like him who is like the sun, why doesn’t he shine his light into Hell’s Kitchen?”

"Why wasn't his donation donated to Hell's Kitchen? Instead, the weapons produced by Stark Industries appeared in Hell's Kitchen!"

"The company was closed down because of pollution. Yes, a large chemical company finally came to Hell's Kitchen and was forced to close down because of pollution! We despicable people never care about serious pollution, but you don't leave any for us.

A chance to survive!”

"Jake, he is the worst and worst person! He is the most hypocritical bitch! In the eyes of you people, the people in Hell's Kitchen are not worthy of being called human beings. They are just scum. No one cares about their life or death.

…”

"Nick Fury, you are also a bad person! You are also a bitch! Nick Fury, you tightened your grip on the gun in your hand. On the surface, you said you wanted to have a good talk with me, but in fact, you wanted to let me

Relax..."

"You are thinking about killing me all the time..."