The Death Knell

The heavy rain showed no sign of letting up, and the dark clouds above them became thicker. The many dead bodies around them gave Su Ming an indescribable feeling.

Like excitement, but also like relief after breaking free, he wanted to talk to Cindy and have fun together, but she was more focused on the task at this time and did not respond to his jokes.

Sure enough, as the clown once said, if a person or a city wants to fall into chaos and madness, it only needs a gentle push from others behind it.

He pushed past Harley, pushed past Two-Face, and Su Ming was now the one being pushed.

After the crazy killing, he felt great, like drinking a bottle of cold beer in the dog days of summer. Every cell in his body was cheering from the inside out.

He turned his head and looked at the many broken corpses behind him, while Cindy didn't notice his abnormality and looked for the door of the building.

The building where Harley is located is also full of nonsensical style. The door facing the street was actually painted with paint, but is actually a wall made of thick red bricks.

"Well, there's no door, so we have to climb up the wall."

Cindy took off the rope and hook from her belt. She originally just came to talk to Harley, so she didn't want to make things too serious. Breaking in through the window or something like that didn't look like she was a guest.

Su Ming came back to his senses and looked at the building in front of him. His experience allowed him to immediately tell that Harley was not the only one in the house:

"Then let's go, be careful, you'll never guess what's in a madman's house."

The two of them threw their hooks at the same time and hung firmly on the roof. Their strong upper body strength allowed them to climb quickly.

I don’t know what this building was used for before. The windows on the first and second floors are all blocked. Only the third floor has a low-quality platform like a lookout post. This should be used by circus lunatics to shoot at people every day. People, or places shooting at each other.

With a flip of his hand, he landed firmly on it. The rain made everything noisy, and his footsteps made no sound when he landed.

Cindy also arrived at the same time. The two black and yellow masks looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"Crash..."

Su Ming kicked open the window next to him, and the powerful force caused the window frame and glass to fly in. The two of them filed in, holding guns to guard the surrounding area.

"Safety."

Su Ming moved his shoulders. There were lights in this building, so the situation was clear at a glance.

They were now in a shabby college dormitory, a long corridor with small rooms with closed doors on both sides. The ground was full of dust and garbage. It hadn't been cleaned for God knows how long. The rainwater falling on him and Cindy quickly turned into small mud puddles.

"Don't these lunatics take a shower?"

Cindy shook her head and seemed dissatisfied with the smell around her. The helmet in her uniform had a gas mask function, but it did not block the smell.

Masks and helmets are all specially made, and smell is also one of the five senses necessary for combat. This special anti-virus process is more expensive and more sophisticated, and is completely different from ordinary products outside.

Of course Su Ming also smelled it. The smell was a bit like rancid swill, but he was more concerned about the stairs going up not far away:

"Don't worry about that, let's go upstairs to find Harley."

"Wait a minute, there's a trap."

Cindy raised her chin and motioned him to look. There was a slightly shiny fishing line at the corner of the stairs.

He walked over and opened the garbage on the other end of the fishing line. It turned out that the fishing line was connected to a grenade.

This grenade looks to be custom-made. It is all red instead of the green of common military grenades. It has a big smiley face painted on it with white paint. It looks like the work of the Clown Gang.

Yes, this is the entertainment game of those crazy people, competing to harm themselves, or competing to kill people. What is in front of them is the famous "kill your friends with joke bombs and then laugh crazy" program, which can be said to be their favorite.

No matter when the clowns watch this show and see the extremely chaotic scenes of them killing each other crazily, they will always burst into nervous laughter and lament their own greatness.

"No! Hidden!"

Su Ming reacted immediately. When you pull off a prank, of course you have to peek at the person who got tricked and see how embarrassed they are.

Since there are grenades here that are thought to be pranks, the circus guys must not be far away.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a steady stream of weirdos suddenly poured out from the rooms on both sides of the corridor. These lunatics with twisted makeup laughed ear-piercingly and jumped towards the two of them with open arms. Come.

Cindy and Su Ming certainly didn't think this was a friendly welcome, because when they rushed out, a dense rain of bullets and explosives also flew towards them.

Su Ming hid at the corner of the stairs, while Cindy jumped out of the window again and hid on the wooden platform built outside the wall.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions hit, and he felt like he was locked in a popcorn pot, and the deafening noise impacted his eardrums.

The strong air flow swept everything around the explosion point. The strong hot wind made him hold on to the handrail of the stairs to prevent him from being blown out. He could even see the fragments of the bomb, with exaggerated white paint smiling faces, on his own A streak of sparks flew away from the shoulder armor.

The people in the circus were still approaching, and the explosion just now also killed their people, but they didn't care at all, and instead laughed more cheerfully.

They are like cars or other internal combustion engines, except their fuel is blood.

The blood of others, or your own, is driven in a chariot called madness.

Su Ming shook his head. The helmet was still covered with gravel and garbage that had just flown over. At this time, the corridor was densely packed with clowns with weird smiles. They were flying over with all kinds of twisted and exaggerated movements.

"The number of people is about forty, and they are equipped with light firearms and cold weapons. It seems that the explosives have been used up..." He stuck his head out and took a look, and the situation on the battlefield appeared just like a photo. In my mind, the location, movement direction, speed and equipment of each enemy are all memorized, and a plan emerges in my mind almost at the same time.

He took off a smoke grenade from his uniform and threw it out with a raised hand. At the same time, he also climbed out of the bunker.

The smoke obscured everything, and everything was white. Only the lights in the corridor cast chaotic black shadows on everyone, and the clown gang suddenly became a mess.

They couldn't see the walls clearly, let alone the people around them. They collided and stumbled with each other, making bursts of strange screams and curses.

This was Su Ming's opportunity. He quickly took off the shotgun from his back and also ran headlong into the smoke.

Cindy was outside the window behind her, so the smoke was filled with enemies except herself.

Having let go of his heart, he no longer hesitated. Along with the dull sound of gunfire, bursts of fire dyed the pale smoke red.

.......

"Not bad, 42 people took 6 seconds. It's like me from another world."

Cindy jumped in from the window, sat on the window sill, and posed as if she were looking at the watch, but in fact she didn't need to look at the watch. The super brain could accurately remember the passage of every second.

At this time, Su Ming was reloading the shotgun. His condition was much bloodier than before, with visceral residue and blood spraying all over him. This is the result of close combat.

There were corpses all around. None of the madmen survived. Either their heads were blown or their disembowels were disemboweled. In the narrow space, the shotgun had a huge effect. As long as the trigger was pulled, several people would fly out. .

"You have time to count over there, why not shoot early and help me." Su Ming put the gun back on his back, bent down and picked up a colorful rag to wipe the blood on his body.

"They are just some minions. It would be a waste of human resources for both of them to take action." Cindy said without sincerity and walked upstairs alone.

"Then at least throw me a cigarette or ask about my situation afterwards."

Su Ming followed helplessly. This was his first time taking a bath with human blood, and he felt extremely happy, so he wanted to ask her if she had ever felt this way before.

"Okay, who said we are teammates now? I really can't do anything to you men, how about you?"

However, Cindy actually took out a cigar and threw it to him, asking in a tone like coaxing a child.

"I'm fine, thank you!" Su Ming took the cigarette and stuffed it into his cigarette case angrily. Cindy seemed to be a bit sexist: "Besides the fact that I don't know whose brain was poured into my neck, my chest is sticky now. Other than that, I’m fine.”

"Tsk..." Cindy didn't look back and made a mocking sound: "You are just like other men, you love being beautiful and clean so much. I thought your world was male-dominated. What about society?”

Su Ming shrugged. Isn't this a matter of cleanliness?

"It's true that there is a patriarchal society, but not everyone has the habit of bathing in blood... But I find that I like scenes where flesh and blood are everywhere, what about you?"

Cindy continued to go upstairs with her gun raised. The fourth floor was now eerily calm. When Su Ming was busy exchanging fire just now, she was actually alert to the movements on the fourth floor, preventing him from being raided by the enemies coming down from upstairs.

"We are originally the same person in different worlds. You don't need me to explain the theory of parallel worlds to you, right? Although there may be some differences in some subtleties, I like everything you like."

Cindy didn't know why her other self would ask such a question. In her opinion, liking warm blood and seeing others die was not a big deal. Everyone in Gotham lived like this.

"Then how do you deal with this bloodthirsty desire?" Su Ming could accept killing, but he didn't want to kill for the sake of killing.

If you kill people irrationally, you will become a beast and no longer a human being.

"When you meet Harley later, you can ask her. She is a famous psychologist in Gotham City, of course, before she went crazy." Cindy raised her head and slowly stepped up the steps. The fourth floor has a similar architectural structure: "Anyway, for me, I prefer green things to red blood."

With that said, she stretched out a hand and rubbed her thumb and index finger in front of Su Ming.

Well, psychologically speaking, this is called empathy. She transferred her desire for blood to money. This is probably the reason why Deathstroke chooses to be a mercenary and killer in every parallel world.

In this business, you can taste blood and make money quickly at the same time. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Su Ming came to Harley to inquire about bats, not to see a doctor. Besides, if he was treated by Harley, he would probably become crazier.

"No need, I'll just take a rest when it gets light... The fourth floor is safe."

Su Ming followed her to the corridor on the fourth floor. The rooms on both sides were empty, but the clown's emblem was painted everywhere, a pale smile, the two eyes were replaced by crosses, and the walls were colorfully painted. , like a devil's cave.

There were mostly miscellaneous things piled up in the small room, nothing of any use. They were basically 'prank' supplies, such as TNT, 'laughing gas', automatic rifles, etc., and there were also a bunch of items that looked like extra-large 'Thunder Sky' items. Monkey's red rocket.

"Harley is upstairs, and the music is right above us." Cindy pointed to the top of her head.

"It's strange. What we did just now was like demolishing a building. She didn't respond at all. She still sounded like she was dancing?" Su Ming tilted her head to listen, but she could still hear the rhythmic tapping of high-heeled boots.

Cindy was noncommittal. One thing living in Gotham had taught her was not to think about what crazy people were thinking.

Gotham, a land of outstanding people, has seen the emergence of many talents: ventriloquist, Dr. Hugo, Zass, Pig Face, Mime, Funny Girl, Miss Shorty, etc., etc., these people are all madmen and mentally ill.

Suddenly she found that most of the long list in her mind were her regular customers. No wonder some of the previous tasks were incomprehensible from beginning to end.

To be honest, although she had accepted Mick's statement before, she didn't think Hallie would know any key information. Harley is more like a close spectator of Rigoletto's magic tricks than a performer of them.

If Cindy was given a choice, she would rather go to Talia from the Shadow Dancer League. That woman has a strange relationship with Batwoman and is more likely to know where Bliss is. And even if Thalia didn't know it, she still had the entire League of Assassins at her disposal, and at least they were experts in searching for information.

"Come on, let's go up. Since we're already here, there's no harm in asking."

After she finished speaking, she took the lead in following the direction of the music, walked through the long corridor, and came to a closed door.

The two looked at each other and opened the door.

The room behind the door is like a circus-style nightclub, with colorful lights rotating crazily in time with the music. There are various circus props and other unknown things piled in the corners of the room, such as inflatable barbells and tall fun mirrors. A large rubber ball and fire ring used in animal taming performances.

However, Harley Quinn was the only one in the middle of the huge dance floor. She was grabbing a steel pipe and constantly flying up and down, making all kinds of extremely flexible movements.

The spotlight focused on her body, glistening sweat falling as she rotated at high speed, and her red and blue twin ponytails bloomed in the air like flowers.

She did not wear her black and red uniform, but wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and denim shorts, showing off her beautiful figure and delicate skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the joy of dancing, with a happy expression on her face. , as if she owned the whole world.

She grabbed the pole and flew like a butterfly, but Cindy was very disdainful of this kind of female-male appearance. Why should a grown woman learn to dance pole dancing from a man? It's crazy.

She poked Su Ming, who seemed to be stunned, and came closer and said:

"There is another person on the sofa at four o'clock on the dance floor."

Su Ming also saw it and was about to tell her. There was someone sitting there with his back to them. Only the tip of his head was exposed on the back of the high sofa chair. He kept nodding along with the music. It seemed that it was Harry who invited him. The audience came.