Miss Clown subverts Marvel

It was impossible for Harley to believe that a character claiming to be a puppet suddenly appeared. Her tone was cold and she said in a low voice,

"Tell me your true identities"

Without a moment's pause, the three of them answered Harley's question immediately.

"Jill Walter, leader of the Maggia Gang."

"Berkeley David, a member of the Maggia Gang."

"Buckhall, member of the Maggia Gang."

The answers of the three people made Harley confused again, because she had indeed never heard of these three people. They were not any heroes or villains, but it was the name of the gang they belonged to that caught Harley's attention.

Maggia Gang, this is a gang organization in New York, and the leader of this gang is a super villain. The leader of this gang is named "Hammerhead". His abilities are very funny. He is a guy whose head is invulnerable. Of course, only The head is invulnerable.

Suddenly, Harley thought of something. She suppressed the corners of her lips that turned up unconsciously and asked:

"Tell me why you became puppets"

Three voices sounded in Harry's mind at the same time,

"It's because of the virus you carry in your blood."

Although this answer was a bit different from what Harley thought, it undoubtedly gave her an important reminder. She did have contact with a member of a gang at night, and her blood seemed to have really been spilled on several gang members at that time. , just like the fat man who impressed her most.

After figuring out the key points, Harley jumped up with excitement. She no longer suppressed her emotions, relaxed the tight muscles on her cheeks, and laughed happily.

"Ha ha ha ha"

She really didn't expect that her blood could have such a function. Using blood to create puppets was simply the most perfect villain skill. Whatever she wanted to do, she could do it through the puppets, and she could communicate directly with her consciousness. There will be no clue left in the middle, no one can find her.

Concealment is always the safest guarantee for a villain. No matter which boss he is, he will be defeated only after his identity is revealed. As long as you keep your vest and don't lose your vest, then you will be absolutely safe.

After understanding the role of her ability, Harley was not bloated. She was not particularly clear about the role of her ability yet, and she still needed to experiment next.

"You three, no matter what method you use, capture a few other members of your gang for me, and meet me at the street corner near Jerome Avenue in an hour."

Harley gave her first order, and after receiving a positive reply from the other party, she unilaterally cut off contact. It was for no other reason than that she was annoyed. It would take some time for her to get used to this kind of voice.

Jerome Street is not close to her home. It is almost one o'clock in the morning. Harley doesn't have much time for herself, so she changes into her own clothes and puts on a loose hooded sweater. , carrying a baseball bat and a pistol in his pocket, then trotted out the door.

The reason why I changed my clothes was because the gangster's uniform really didn't fit and was stained with blood. It was very inconvenient in every sense of the word to go out.

After running for nearly an hour, Harley finally arrived at the alley next to Jerome Street. She had not rested for a day so far. Even though she had a strong physique, she was still a little tired, but the three puppets did not keep her waiting. There was only a "bah" sound, and a speeding black car stopped in front of her.

Harley picked up the baseball bat and looked warily at the three people who got out of the car door. But when she saw their faces clearly, her original wariness suddenly turned into a feeling of intimacy.

Not for anything else, just because of the innocent smiling faces.

Three men with their mouths completely torn apart and all their gums exposed, laughing wildly, kept pulling people out of the car one after another, who were unconscious or had their hands and feet tied. They ignored the fearful looks of these people, or beat them. Or dragging and dragging all the people in the car into the alley where Harley was.

The three of them all have a crazy temperament, but upon closer inspection, they are still a little different. The fat man in the lead is full of weapons, and from head to toes, he reveals a domineering and ferocious look that is inconsistent with his body shape.

As for the other two, one of them only had two large serrated knives in his hands, and his muscles were swollen in an incredible manner. The other was covered in jewelry made of gold and gems, and stuffing could even be seen in his pockets. Full of dollar bills.

Each of the three people had their own obsessions and madness, but in front of Harley, they were as obedient as well-trained hounds, which made her very satisfied.However, Harley believed that once she loosened the reins of her consciousness, these lunatics would immediately go out and cause a scene.

Harley stood quietly in the middle of the alley, watching with her own eyes as her three puppets threw people in gang uniforms in front of her one after another. There were four people in this group, three men and one woman, and they all looked quite handsome. Young, seems to be just the new generation in the gang.

They were all awake at this time, and they were all trembling and huddled together, looking at the three men around them in horror.

Although she thought it was funny, Harley also understood their fear. After all, the gang members who usually worked together suddenly turned into terrifying monsters and tied themselves to far away places. No one could calm down.Harley sympathized with these poor guys, but unfortunately, they were all her own experiments, and she had no intention of letting them go.

The three men who were laughing wildly seemed to be able to identify Harley's identity. When they walked in front of Harley, they lowered their heads consciously and waited quietly for Harley to speak, leaving only their big mouths that could not be closed. A gasping sound.

Really well-behaved.

Harley looked at these three guys with satisfaction, but as she looked at them, Harley suddenly felt that they looked a bit familiar. It seemed that they were a bit similar to the Batman who was infected with the "Joker Virus" in his memory, the one known as the Laughing Man. The bat guys also have such a ferocious and funny look, and it is true that they become like this because of their own blood.

Could it be that the thing in my blood is a mutated or enhanced version of the clown virus?

Harley couldn't help but shudder.

If it was really the clown virus, even she would find it a bit scary just thinking about it. The clown virus was strong, but she felt that she might not have the confidence to control the power of the moving axis to destroy the earth.

In the future, it is better to be as hidden as possible when using it. If this ability is discovered by the group of big guys who are dedicated to protecting the world, even if I have not done anything bad, I am afraid I will be imprisoned and never see the light of day.

Worries are worries, but this does not stop Harley from thinking that the clown virus in her blood plus her own inexhaustible blood means that she is simply the source of the humanoid virus.

Harley felt the need to give her ability a name, the Joker virus plus the communication network in her head, or call it "Joker Network"

Seemingly very satisfied with her idea, Harley put her hands on her hips and giggled, but the next moment, her smile was ruthlessly interrupted.

A stench came from her side. She quickly covered her mouth and nose, and looked down. It turned out that one of the four people on the ground was incontinent.

Harley was a little disappointed. The three scary monsters were indeed scary, but there were more terrifying things waiting for them below. They collapsed so early. What would happen next?