"Nick Fury, are you a good person? No, when I walked into the church and shot those priests and nuns for the first time, you didn't stand up and stop me."
"Now, you won't stop it either, will you?"
"Hahaha... Good people are really cheap now. You can say that you are a good person for just one thing..."
After that, the clown took out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at the priests and nuns who were singing hymns, and fired wildly.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...
With the gunshots one after another, people fell to the ground one after another, and beautiful roses bloomed on those corpses.
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah..."
The sacred hymn of praise to the Lord also ended abruptly at this moment.
Nick Fury gritted his teeth and looked at the Joker's behavior. Although he was very angry and angry, he really would not stop it.
Because he hasn't found a chance yet, he only has one chance to take action. As the Joker just said, he, Nick Fury, is not a good person.
The Joker emptied the bullets in the pistol, left the pistol on the ground casually, untied his clothes, opened it and showed it to Nick Fury, looked at Nick Fury with scarlet eyes, and said with a laugh: "Nick Fury Mr. Rui, shoot! You should be able to shoot now."
"I don't have any weapons on me anymore. I think you can shoot with confidence this time... As you can see, I have no means of resistance, right?"
Nick Fury took a deep breath, stared into the Joker's eyes, and spoke slowly, "Joker, I don't think you would choose to die like this. I can't believe what a madman said."
"How could a madman like you choose death so easily?"
"Mr. Nick Fury, you are right, we really shouldn't believe what a madman says...Joker, he is really too evil..."
A young man in a brown suit, carrying a middle-aged agent who was covered in blood, seriously injured and unaware of his life or death, slowly walked into the church and spoke slowly.
The young man gently placed the seriously injured middle-aged agent on the ground, nodded to Nick Fury with a smile, and said: "Hello, Mr. Nick Fury, let me introduce myself. My name is Jerome. He’s a detective and he’s a hunter of villains.”
"Well, I am somewhat of a vigilante. I have been tracking the clown for a long time, and I finally found the clown today."
"This agent should be one of yours. I rescued him in Hell's Kitchen, but he is probably going to die, or he is probably already dead, because his injuries are too serious..."
"By the way, Mr. Nick Fury, I'm still a superpower. I'm going to fight the Joker right now. You can take advantage of this opportunity and shoot him!"
After saying that, Jerome turned around, twisted his head, and slowly walked towards the clown.
Although Nick Fury has doubts in his heart, it is a blessing to have friendly forces arriving at this moment, and this young man looks very decent, with a righteous look, so he should be able to trust him a little.
But could he be that mysterious mechanical voice?
Nick Fury quickly warned: "Please be careful, the clown is very scary!"
Then Nick Fury hurried to the side of the middle-aged agent. He recognized at a glance that the middle-aged agent was none other than his most loyal subordinate Coulson.
After Nick Fury checked Coulson's injuries, he couldn't help but frowned, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious. Mother Fuck!
Why is Coulson so injured?
I'm afraid he has been dead for almost an hour...
Nick Fury quickly fed the potion he carried with him to Coulson, and now he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.
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The pulpit in front of the church.
Jerome raised his head and looked at the clown standing on the stage, with a smile on his lips, and said with great justice: "Clown, today is the day you die! I will kill you with my own hands, and I will comfort you with your blood. Those innocent souls who died in vain..."
Father, I will send you to hell with my own hands.
The clown looked at Jerome in a brown suit in the audience, blinked his eyes, laughed crazily and said: "Hahaha... Oh, Boy, I really want to see how you are going to kill me?"
Jerome suddenly jumped onto the podium, clenched his fists, laughed and rushed towards the clown, saying with great justice: "Hahaha... Of course I will kill you with my fists, clown, I will kill you." Beat me to death and let your dirty, dark soul go to hell to apologize to those innocent lives."
The clown reached out and grabbed the incoming fist, twisted it hard, and then threw Jerome to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. Then he sat on Jerome's body, and after one punch, he A punch hit Jerome hard in the face, causing Jerome's head to bleed and his face to be covered in blood.
After receiving the clown's powerful attack and feeling the pain, a crazy smile appeared on Jerome's face, and then his body rose to high temperatures and burned with flames.
The clown was hit by the scorching heat. He screamed in pain and stood up quickly. He looked at Jerome with flames rising all over his body and said with a strange smile: "Hehehe...it's really hot! Boy, you burn it." He stole my suit. This suit cost me two bullets to buy. You must remember to compensate..."
Jerome stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, hooked his fingers at the clown, twisted his neck, and said: "The strength is really strong, but it was just a warm-up. Now the warm-up is over, the real The war is coming..."
The clown nodded and said with a smile: "Indeed, the real war is coming..."
After that, the two continued to fight and beat each other, and they were very anxious.
The clown firmly grasped Jerome's flaming fist, and his hand also burned, emitting a burning smell.
But the clown didn't care about his injury at all. He slowly put his head close to Jerome's ear. He smiled and murmured in a low voice: "Hey, Boy, your skills are still a little bit behind...but no I know why you gave me a sense of intimacy and fear. I feel that one of us will die tonight..."
The flames in Jerome's hand burned even louder. He slammed his head into the clown's face, and his face was stained with white paint.
Jerome smiled and replied in a low voice: "No, Mr. Arthur, there is still a fundamental difference between you and me. You are a madman, but I am not a madman."
After that, Jerome hugged the clown tightly, with a big smile on his face, and shouted at Nick Fury: "Mr. Nick Fury, it's time to shoot!"
Nick Fury heard this and pulled the trigger hard. Even if Jerome hadn't reminded him, he would have pulled the trigger at this time. He had been paying attention to the fight between the two.
Because this really is the best time, and it's the time Nick Fury has been waiting for.
A blue light of energy shot out from the gun in Nick Fury's hand. This light filled with the energy of the Cosmic Cube hit the Joker's body and accurately hit the Joker's heart.
The clown's heart stopped beating. He lay down in Jerome's ear and whispered: "I foresaw my own death, but I didn't foresee you... In fact, I could have just broken away and escaped, but I didn't ...My child, I think this baptism should be prepared for you..."
"I just hope my death makes more cents than my life."
After that, the Joker turned around suddenly, stared into Nick Fury's eyes, opened his mouth, laughed crazily and said: "Hahaha... cut off one head, and two more heads will grow in its place, kill If you find a clown, there will be another clown..."
At the same time, the clock also pointed to 4:05, and the clown fell on the podium. This was the time set by the clown to be baptized, and it was also the Lord's Resurrection Day. On this day, the clown died.
