Chapter 44: Good People Deserve to Be Pointed at Guns (Ch 829526592)

“The Joker reappeared last night…”
This is the temporary meeting place for the Killing Clown Gang, located in a rare respectable meeting room in the Berleley District. Sitting at the head of the table is a middle-aged man with one eye covered. He spoke:
“We have to work with Batman… at least we shouldn’t target him anymore. Our goal is still to kill the Joker.”
The man on the left sneered, “The Joker died a long time ago. How can you be sure that the one alive is the real Joker?”
“Didn’t you see the clown lights? Didn’t you see how Reuben died?!” The middle-aged man opened his still-blind eyes wide,
“I’ve said it before! We shouldn’t target Batman! He’s not an obstacle to us at all! Look, look… Now that the Joker has resurrected, the first person he committed was Reuben from our gang. I think we shouldn’t call ourselves the Killing the Joker Gang, we should call ourselves the Killed by the Joker Gang!”
Under his glare, the man still refuted unwillingly: “Isn’t Batman wrong? Why didn’t he kill the Joker… We all know he is a hero, and we won’t blame him…”
The blind man cursed: “You are such a heartless bastard! Batman is a good guy! Do good guys deserve to be pointed at with guns?!”
…
People fell silent.
“I know that some of you have received money… I know who paid you.” The blind man sighed, “But that’s not how it works… It doesn’t mean that we have to listen to and work with whoever we took the money from.”
He glanced at the crowd with different expressions: “What I mean is… we can’t keep suppressing Batman. What if he can’t hold on?”
People thought he would say: Follow your conscience, let Gotham solve its problems, support Batman… and their expressions were ready to show disdain when he finished speaking.
But the blind man said earnestly: “If Batman can’t hold on… no one will give us the money.”
“We have to slow him down, and then tell the people who are paying us that there is a lot of resistance… so they will give us more money.”
“And you bunch of idiots, how can you be satisfied with so much money?” The blind man sneered: “Do you all have Metropolitan blood?”
Most of the members who killed the Clown Gang were residents of the Borile District. People living in such a poor place cannot be kind-hearted fools who are bullied… They are even more greedy, especially after gaining power. They are like leeches, sucking the blood of any creature they can touch.
This is Gotham, and Batman’s consistent behavior over the past ten years won’t move anyone.
“Good people deserve to be pointed at guns!”
…
Lucien heard their words and fell silent for a moment.
These are a group of villains, their pitiful experiences and flawed appearances are just a cover-up.
The so-called ideas and spirit are just exquisite outer garments.
“Friends.” But Lucien still opened the door, facing the gazes, and said:
“I killed the Joker once… Even though he’s resurrected now, I’m still confident I can kill him again.”
“You are…” The blind man narrowed his eyes, quickly recognized him, put on a warm smile, and walked quickly from the main seat to him: “It turns out to be Mr. Lucian. We still remember your heroic act of killing the clown.”
“Jace told us your story, and Julie recorded the footage. These are things we have watched over and over again!”
Lucian showed a resolute expression: “So after hearing that the Joker was resurrected, I found you immediately… I have a way to kill him again, but I need your help.”
The others at the conference table were whispering and looking at him with disdain.
This should be the most classic plot of pretending to be awesome but then getting slapped in the face. However, the person who was originally sitting on the lower left and questioning the blind man came forward with the same enthusiasm:
“Of course we will assist you.” He said righteously: “This is our ideal!”
Under their enthusiasm, Lucian took the main seat, the blind man sat in the lower left position, and the lower left man simply stood behind Lucian.
“In that case, let me be frank. First of all, we should show up in Gotham as little as possible and not use our identities as killers of the Joker Gang to commit crimes… This might attract the Joker.”
This will maintain the gang and ensure basic order in Gotham.
“Secondly, we have to look for the clown.” Lucian looked at the blind man: “This…”
“Gerald, Gerald James.” Gerald said hurriedly.
“Okay, Gerald, I want you to help me divide the gang’s young and strong men into several groups according to the proportion, and send them to Gotham’s Upper City, Midtown, Downtown, as well as Nile Island and Cape Triangle to search for the Joker’s traces.” (Nile Island is where Arkham is located)
By dispersing their power, the area affected by this sparsely populated city will become smaller after they no longer gather together.
“As for the third, I would like to ask you to assist the Batman as much as possible… Now we all know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. He has the money and power to help us achieve our goal and make this city have laws against the mentally ill.”
Lucien didn’t think Crazy Laugh would do that, but that didn’t stop him from making big promises.
“Finally, I hope that if we work together, we can definitely kill the Joker again!”
Lucien didn’t pay much attention to the perfunctory and meaningless chicken soup, and neither did they. But when they realized he had finished speaking, they responded with warm applause.
Lucian smiled amid the applause. He knew that even if he said a lot of incoherent things today, they would still applaud out of respect.
But he also knew that no matter how convinced they seemed, as long as they walked out of that door, they would pretend to obey and would not contribute at all to the action against the Joker.
But fortunately, this is what Lucian wanted.
They smiled at each other and had a great time.
…
Amid their admiration and respect, Lucian left the meeting room early. Gerard sat on the main seat again. He smiled, and the scar that injured his eye showed a hideous arc:
“Well… now someone has stepped forward, and it’s just in time.”
Gerrard said: “Now you have a reason to delay the plan and ask for money.”
“Oh, by the way, if you meet him next time, just flatter him. Those words he said are just pretentious… Ask Julie to make a promotional video for him or something. We have to flatter him. Young people like this just want vanity.”
“Also, don’t gather together recently.” Gerard waited for a while, then looked at the people below who didn’t react and yelled:
“Fuck it, I’m done, where’s the applause?”