From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

The clown's words made Leo nervous. Could it be that he saw something? Impossible?

His vigilance quickly rose to the highest level, but he didn't expect the clown to change the subject and directly talk about the arrangements for robbing the bank.

"You're a newcomer. I can tell from your eyes that you've never even touched a gun. This time I'll give you the simplest job, watching over the passers-by in the lobby."

"Take this." He took out an AK from the wooden box at his feet and threw it to Leo. "If anyone moves, scare them. If someone wants to pull out a gun and fight back... just pull the trigger all the way down!"

Leo hurriedly caught the AK, and his scalp went numb when he heard this. He was just a programmer. Although he had killed countless people in the game, he had never killed a live fish in real life. This made him pull the trigger to the end, and he killed a group of innocent strangers...

If he had a choice, he would rather shoot the clown first.

Thinking of this, he suddenly found that the clown was sitting opposite him, facing the muzzle of the AK. If he risked his life at this time, wouldn't he be able to get the honor of killing the clown...

Just as he was daydreaming, the clown suddenly stood up, sat next to him, and put his left hand around his back and on his shoulder affectionately.

A faint, indescribable scent of cosmetics wafts into my nose.

"Don't be afraid, new guy. Everyone has a first time. I'll teach you how to shoot~"

He clicked the safety on and guided Leo's finger to the trigger.

"Three points in a straight line, shoot a few times and you will be accurate. Now, shoot--!"

The shout scared Leo so much that he trembled. He could still control his body, but the clown's right hand covered his right hand and forced him to pull the trigger.

boom--!

There was no flash of fire from the muzzle, and the recoil was almost non-existent.

Leo was stunned, looking at the American flag spraying out from the muzzle of the AK.

"Surprise!"

"Hahahaha-!"

The clown held his shoulders and shook him violently like a madman, making a shrill and crazy laugh.

Leo tried hard to maintain his balance while resisting the impact of the devil's sound filling his ears.

Seeing his dazed look with his mouth wide open, the clown laughed even more happily: "Hahaha! I wanted to ask you the first time I saw you - why are you so serious?"

He put two fingers into Leo's mouth and tugged at the corners of his mouth, making his mouth curve into a smile.

"Ahahahaha!"

"That's it!" The clown smiled an exaggerated smile, "Let's add some smile to this face!"

“Ahahaha – hahaha –!”

He was almost laughing, his pale cheeks buried in Leo's shoulders, providing some free white ash for his old clothes.

The latter, in addition to having his mouth torn in pain, also suffered 10,000 points of mental shock.

Leo was convinced, really convinced.

He knew that the Joker was a lunatic, but he didn't expect that he would go crazy at a stranger when they met for the first time.

As a result of this, his fear of the clown unexpectedly dissipated a lot, and it all turned into an impulse - to smash him to death with the butt of a gun!

The clown laughed for a long time before he took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Ah~~ I hope you like my gift, newbie."

"You know, keeping smiling is the key to turning your life into a comedy, haha——"

"Hahaha..." Leo laughed with him with difficulty, fearing that he would do something else.

After a while, the clown stopped smiling and still sat beside him. "Let's play a game, newcomer. You have two choices now."

"First, you can carry this toy gun to carry out missions. This gun is very realistic. As long as you don't fire it, no one will find out it's fake. With this gun, you don't have to worry about hurting anyone. Even if the police arrest you, they will give you a lighter sentence.

But this gun can’t protect you either. If passers-by or security guards resist, you’ll be in big trouble.”

"Second, I can certainly replace your gun with a real one, but as for the consequences... you have to think about it yourself."

"How about this? Choose one of the two. No matter which one you choose, you have a 50% chance of being correct. Please go ahead~"

The clown spread his hands and made a "please" gesture, his eyes full of expectation.

Nobody: Chapter 3: Everything has a first time, like robbing a bank...

50% accuracy rate...where is it?

Leo started to rack his brains, thinking about this seemingly simple but actually not complicated at all multiple-choice question.

With a fake gun, he has to bet that passersby won't dare to resist, that security guards won't risk their lives with him for that pitiful monthly salary, and that the police officers better not be too eager to put him on administrative leave and just empty his magazines.

The good thing is that if he is "lucky" enough to meet Batman during this operation, he should be the least guilty of the robbery gang with the fake gun, and he should not be sent to the talent base - Arkham Asylum.

If you hold a real gun... then anything is possible. If you get too nervous and the gun goes off accidentally, it's not impossible that you can become a murderer.

If the gold finger doesn't work, he will just be picking up soap in Arkham Asylum. And there's the Joker...

He secretly glanced at the clown's profile.

This madman will be sent back to Arkham by Batman sooner or later, and when that happens, he will have to go to jail with the Joker... He really can't decide which ending is better, this or just dying.

He tried to delay it for as long as possible, and when he saw the clown's legs shaking, he quickly gave an answer: "I'll just take this fake gun. I can't get over it yet."

He chose to tell the truth because the Joker is the kind of madman who has a keen insight into people's minds and amazing intuition.

"Tsk tsk tsk - interesting choice." The Joker stared into his eyes, "You still want to be a good person, and want to return to 'normal' society... I understand your choice, but it's not very realistic."

"You are very—special."

The clown stretched out his tone, smacked his lips, and uttered the sentence again.

“Maybe you haven’t discovered this yet. But it doesn’t matter. Time will reveal all the truth and lead you to the right path.”

The clown stood up and opened the door of the carriage for him. The afternoon sun shone lazily on his legs, but only illuminated a small part below the knees.

"Don't ask me what the answer is. I don't know either. I also want to know."

"Hurry up, young bird, for the late birds must fly harder—harder."

Leo was pushed out of the van by him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Oh, by the way." The clown leaned against the car door and gave him a weird smile, "I have a feeling that we will meet again."

“I’m looking forward to it~”

“Ahahaha – Ahahahaha –!”

boom!

The door is closed.

Then, the van roared and sped towards the exit of the alley.

"Mad, mad..."

Leo looked at the vehicles going away and for a moment he forgot where he was and what he was going to do.

Fortunately, someone didn't forget.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing with the clown? You've already wasted a quarter of an hour!"

The boss's smoky voice and strong push woke Leo up.

He turned around and said carefully, "The Joker thinks highly of me and mentioned Arkham. He will definitely protect me!"

Since the clown couldn't hear him anyway, he might as well take advantage of the situation to intimidate the gangsters and at least make these gangsters be polite to him.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the boss's push on his shoulder suddenly eased, and then turned into a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Really? Well... don't forget that I was the one who discovered you. Let's take care of each other in the future."

The boss stopped asking about the conversation and turned to greet the other brothers.

Leo breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to glance at the countdown.

【00:40:56】

Very good, the "talk" with the clown was successfully delayed for twenty minutes, the plan worked!

All we need to do is wait for another forty minutes and a turning point will appear!

What excuse can I make?

Before he could come up with a good idea, the other teammates started to take action - because they drank too much beer, these people caused all kinds of problems from time to time, irritating the boss and successfully wasting a lot of time.

By the time they were ready to rob a nearby bank, another twenty minutes had passed.

Unfortunately, the boss got completely furious and threatened his younger brothers not to delay any longer even if he had to pee in his pants.

"The elementary and middle schools will be out of school in a quarter of an hour. We need to complete this operation while the traffic is heavy and the police cannot arrive quickly. All of you guys should be smart. Whether you can make a name for yourself depends on this time!"

"Oh……"

"Long live the boss..."

The younger brothers shouted a few slogans at the same time, but they didn't sound sincere.

The boss didn't bother to care about these temporary recruits and just kept urging them to act quickly.

【00:17:11】

A shabby black van was parked in a temporary parking space next to the bank.

Everyone checked their weapons and equipment and trotted towards the bank.

This group of hooded and armed gangsters immediately caused a commotion.

Screams rang out one after another, and pedestrians nearby took action, skillfully hiding behind various shelters.

Two gangsters with submachine guns stayed at the entrance, keeping a close eye on the surrounding situation.

Others rushed into the bank lobby.

Bang Bang Bang!

A series of gunshots shattered several ceiling lights, and the falling debris caused a commotion.

Passersby who were doing business lay on the ground in fear, assuming a harmless posture that showed they would never resist.

The boss shouted "Watch them" and rushed to the bank counter without looking back.

Leo and another short gangster looked at each other, then separated tacitly and aimed their guns at the passers-by in the lobby.

It was the first time Leo did this, and he felt both nervous and excited.

This was much more real than in the game. His good eyesight allowed him to clearly see even the slightest changes in the expressions on the faces of passers-by:

A plump middle-aged woman's eyes twitched slightly, as if she was trying hard to hide her inner panic;

A young man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he was obviously extremely nervous but dared not speak;

There was also a little girl, holding her mother's hand tightly, her innocent big eyes full of fear and confusion, as if asking why the world suddenly became so strange and scary.

These details were so real that they made his heart beat wildly and his adrenaline surge.

Leo even felt a little scared. Why was he so excited and so thirsty? Could it be that - he actually liked this kind of crime?

His mind was in a mess and he couldn't find the answer right away.

But then he realized something else was wrong—why could he see so clearly?

Thirty-five years old, a programmer, these two factors have destined him to wear glasses. But his glasses were broken when he was "invited to join" yesterday.

He had been so anxious and confused before that he hadn't thought about it. Now that he realized it, he hesitated and approached the marble pillar next to him.

With his back to the crowd and shielding his sight with his arms, he secretly lifted his hood and took a quick look.

The pure white marble tiles are reflective, and the figure of a young man, or rather, a boy, is reflected on them.

His features are strong and distinct, and under his high nose bridge are thin but firm lips. His face still has a little childishness, but more of it is a youthful vitality.

The neat short hair casually scattered in front of his forehead added a touch of casual and free-spirited temperament to him.

It can be said that this is a very likable boy, full of the unique charm of a young boy.

Leo knew this person because this was himself when he was about twenty years old... and also himself more than ten years ago.

Traveling through time also brings the benefit of returning to youth! ?

His heart moved, and his right hand let go of the gun handle and touched his chin.