Chapter 64: Okay, okay, after all this time you can still trick me, clown! (Ch 830381996)

“I really doubt whether your big head and small head have been switched.” Lucian said innocently: “How could I tell you even if I escaped from prison?”
Looking at the black man’s frustrated and angry expression, Lucien’s anger strangely subsided.
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?
Lucien asked himself, he did have a good temper, but it was not so bad.
He listened to the scolding and observed his own psychology carefully.
It was entirely due to the ridicule of bystanders.
Lucian couldn’t put himself in the other’s shoes and understand his desire for revenge.
eager?
Yes, he killed both his desire and his fear…not only that, he also burned them both to ashes to prevent them from coming back to life.
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Shit clown!
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Lucien figured out what the Joker had done.
He erased Lucian’s memory, but retained vague instincts… These instincts induced Lucian to voluntarily kill “Batman” and cremate “Joker” with his own hands.
The Joker transformed Lucien’s inner desires and fears into the appearances of “Batman” and “Joker” to achieve a dramatic ending.
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Shit!
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Thinking of this, Lucian no longer had the mood to confront this little minion in front of him. Looking at his appearance, he retorted with sarcasm, and vented his resentment towards the clown on him:
“I really find it hard to believe that in this city with so little sunshine, there are people who can get tanned like this… I’ve heard that vitiligo is the disease you want most… It can make you a white person without any pain. Believe me, even if you really have vitiligo, you can’t escape the history of the plantation.”
“Do you know what my favorite class was when I was in school? Listening to my black teacher talk about the Age of Exploration? Oh, of course, you definitely don’t know that. With the characteristics you have shown, I even suspect that you don’t know how to spell the word ‘commodity’.”
The black man’s defense was broken at a speed visible to the naked eye. He grabbed the iron fence and spit towards this side. All he could say was “Fuck” and “Who the hell is this”.
“I’m sorry to hurt your fragile ego, a ego worth a hundred and ten gallons of rum.”
“Crack—”
As the shutter sounds rang out, Lucien, who was cursing happily, turned his head and saw Gordon, who was a little embarrassed, and the reporters who were taking pictures frantically behind him.
“oh……”
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“You’ve caused us a lot of trouble.”
At the entrance of the police station, Gordon patted Lucien on the shoulder and said, “They are all saying that you are a racist and asking us to convict you based on racial discrimination.”
Lucian spread his hands: “I’m grateful you didn’t do that.”
“In fact, we wanted to do that.” Brock lit a cigarette and took a puff. “But unfortunately, Wayne bailed you out.”
He raised his hand and gestured to the luxury car waiting at the door.
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“So? What’s your reason for saying these things?” Bruce handed today’s Gotham Daily to Lucian.
Lucien took it and looked at the eye-catching title on it: “Racists in the police station bully poor black people”
The photo shows Lucien in action.
He patted his head, closed the newspaper, and said to Bruce sincerely, “Would you believe me if I said this was to stimulate him to tell the court?”
Lucian responded with a sneer.
So he folded the newspaper and said, “Well, it’s because he… peed on me.”
Lucien originally wanted to say that he shot it, but considering that there was Alfred in the car who was eyeing him eagerly, he changed his words.
“Yesterday morning, he deliberately peed on my side while I was asleep.”
Bruce nodded slightly, reluctantly believing this reason, while the knowledgeable Alfred obviously understood what was going on and spoke:
“Mr. Lucian, perhaps your ancient gentlemanly manners are not suitable for the current environment of Gotham… But I am still a little surprised. How do you know the situation of black people during the Age of Exploration?”
What a perceptive former agent! Lucian took out the patch he had prepared long ago:
“I said, I was conscious at certain times.”
As for which times?
It’s not up to him.
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“That guy is really sharp-tongued.” Brock tapped the ash off his cigarette. “I was really scared by him.”
Gordon said nothing and watched the luxury car go away.
Brock patted him on the shoulder: “Young man, just like you… inflexible.”
“Let’s go.” He turned to the police station: “We have to investigate the real cause of death of the Waynes… This was originally an easy case to solve, but you see, the most suspicious person has gained the trust of the victim.”
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“I need to keep my distance from you.” In the living room of Wayne Manor, Lucien held the teacup and looked at the complex patterns on it:
“They will come to surround me soon…”
The top-quality black tea in the teacup created a few ripples.
“We can set traps like this.” Bruce had a different opinion.
“Of course… If possible I’ll need a large cold storage, a livestock grinder, and bullets containing liquid nitrogen.”
Cryogenics and dismemberment to deal with the claws is what Batman does in the comics.
“They are just tools. They have no wisdom before awakening. These are enough to kill them.” Lucian blew the hot air on the teacup:
“I’ll look for the address of the Court of Owls later. I seem to remember it’s in…” He pointed downward and mouthed “here”.
Bruce’s eyes widened slightly.
“There’s no need to be too vigilant. Their strengths lie in their claws and poisons… As long as you subdue the claws, I can even take you to meet them.” Lucian sneered, “A group of maggots hiding in the dark.”
The strength of the Court of Owls lies in its control over Gotham and its claws that have no known weaknesses and cannot be killed.
If you get caught up in the vortex of power in Gotham, you might be controlled involuntarily.
But Lucien was a bachelor with nothing.
Bruce is also a bachelor whose parents have just died.
The two were not afraid.
“What if I fail…” Lucian looked into Bruce’s eyes and smiled: “If I fail, I might be imprisoned in the Iron Maiden, die forever, and be resurrected forever.”
“Wayne will be sidelined in a very short time…all the money your parents left for you will flow into their hands.”
“Gotham will be shrouded in their shadow, and children like you will be produced endlessly by people like me.”
Lucian tapped the wall of the cup with his index finger. “…You have to find a safe place to protect yourself. If I fail, I hope that you can do what I can’t do in the future.”
He winked playfully, “Then find the Iron Maiden from the bottom of the sea and free me.”