Meiman Killer Daily

"You seem very happy today!?"

Harleen Quinzel frowned and asked Peter, turned around and wanted to leave towards the passage on the left. Peter stepped forward decisively and grabbed Harleen Quinzel's wrist.

"Miss Harleen Quinzel, your reaction speed surprised me!"

"Caps wouldn't be so flippant with me!"

"Hehehe... maybe, but now I still hope you will be a witness!"

He reacted and wanted to escape with just one sentence. Harleen Quinzel's psychology certificate was indeed not fake, but it didn't matter. Harleen Quinzel couldn't run away anyway, and Peter also wanted to meet the legendary

Man, to be honest, the Joker is really a fascinating devil. It’s a shame that he is just an ordinary person (before the reboot). Otherwise, let alone the entire DC universe, even including Marvel, no one can cure this.

goods.

Killing obviously won't solve the problem, and the Joker's spiritual level means killing him is meaningless.

Peter forcibly pulled Harleen Quinzel. Harleen Quinzel had no way to resist and could only follow Peter to the Joker's prison cell. There was no one in this passage. It was eerie and oppressive and quiet, even Harleen Quinzel behind him.

Zell's heartbeat could be heard clearly, and of course the sound of high heels was even clearer.

Standing in front of an independent cell, Peter swiped his card to open the cell door, and a burst of hoarse laughter came from the cell.

"Uh hahahahaha...hahahahahaha...Miss Harleen Quinzel...you...are not the protagonist!"

The disguise disappeared and Peter revealed his true identity, which was his complete true identity without even covering his face. He pulled Harleen Quinzel into the cell and closed the door. The clown shook his stool and took small steps, making an expression that seemed to be excited.

It was the crack at the corner of his mouth, and he was always smiling. Peter couldn't tell what his expression was, and he couldn't really tell anything other than a smile.

"Are you here to kill me!?"

The Joker seemed to see the murderous intent in Peter's eyes, and tilted his head to ask Peter. Peter dragged Harleen Quinzel into the prison, closed the door, sat down opposite the Joker, and took out something from his arms.

a piece of paper and a pen

"Idol, please sign!"

"Hahahahahaha...hahahahahaha..."

The crazy clown kept laughing, as if he heard a very funny joke. As time passed, Peter tore off all the cloth straps on the clown, pushed the pen and paper in front of him, and the clown picked them up.

The pen shook his wrist, as if he was adapting to the preciousness of freedom. Peter always kept a smile, with a very indifferent expression, which was different from the clown's ferocious look, but in the eyes of bystander Harleen Quinzel, there was another feeling.

The clown's madness fascinates people. It is a kind of temptation similar to a belly. The fatal madness will not be understood by outsiders. He destroys everything madly or is destroyed by everything. Harleen Quinzel has actually gradually become obsessed with the clown in her heart.

, which is why I am so eager to see him for twenty minutes once a week. It is an experience I have never had before, and I want to taste honey.

Peter is completely different. His evil heart cannot be described in words. His cynicism is his contempt for this society. In his eyes, everything is an existence that can be used and discarded. The concept of doing things is not the clown's chaos of doing things for the sake of doing things.

Like a mad dog biting his target, Peter acted like a lion on the prairie. He often hunted not because he needed food, but because he just wanted to play with food, simply because he was bored or encountered it by chance.

Harleen Quinzel opened her eyes wide and looked at the two demons with different meanings. They were also heartless, but the level of the monsters seemed to be very different. The clown grabbed the pen, his only weapon, and stood up to stab Peter in the temple.

Go, Peter leaned back to dodge, and hit the target with one move. The clown laughed and grabbed the chair with the other hand and threw it at Peter. He turned around and ran towards the prison door. Two bullets penetrated the clown's knees.

, causing the Joker to kneel down facing Harleen Quinzel.

"Hahahaha... I didn't expect... I would be killed by a scum like you... Hahahaha... I'm so unwilling! I'm really unwilling!"

The pen in his hand was broken while he was talking and laughing. He swung his fist at Peter without posing any threat. Peter pulled his hair to the table and smashed his face against the white paper. A mark appeared,

Peter folded the paper and put it in his arms. Perhaps no one knew what it meant, but Peter knew very well how precious the clown's signature was.

"I'm really afraid of you disturbing my plans, so I'm sorry bro, I have to go!"

In fact, if he wasn't looking for Mad Attack and wanted to use Batman, the Joker could have let him go and let the destruction and madness he caused would make Peter even more happy to watch a good show. However, what Peter has to worry about is the Joker's

The harassment is likely to be too much for Batman to deal with, causing his plans to be intermittently hindered.

In fact, it doesn't matter which world Peter lives in, but he should be happier if he returns to the original world. In the next book, he will have fun with these handsome guys. The psionic energy erodes the clown's brain along the hair, and the laughter gradually weakens and disappears.

A black vortex appears and the corpse is thrown into it, without any genes giving the opponent the possibility of resurrection.

"Are you going to kill me?!"

"How is this possible? You are a very good collector's item. It's too late for me to like it!"

There was sadness in his eyes, but this was just a disguise. Peter didn't know why he made such comments to Harleen Quinzel, but he still gave an explanation and did not approach to open the cell door and make a gesture of invitation. Harleen Quinzel

Er walked out of the cell and followed Peter without meeting anyone along the way. Harleen Quinzel felt something strange, but Peter did not give any explanation.

"What do you mean?!"

Walking out of the prison gate, he picked up Caps in the corner and continued walking towards the roadside. Harleen Quinzel, who was following behind him, asked confusedly. This mysterious man in front of him could solve all the prison guards. There was no reason why one would be left behind. Peter

Keep smiling and leave Capricorn in the backseat of Harleen Quinzel's car.

"Beautiful lady what you are about to see now is the surprise reward of thirteen years of peace with Harvey Dent...please turn around!"

The roar sounded behind her. Harleen Quinzel turned to look at the Arkham Asylum. The metal door collapsed. The alarm sounded but stopped abruptly in less than three seconds. The loud and crazy shouts also sounded.

, more than a thousand criminals, the craziest criminals in Gotham City, were all freed at this moment.

"You...devil!"