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What is he laughing at?
I guess only he knows.
Why didn't the opposing team attack directly from the start?
They were traumatized by the last bombing, and they also needed to confirm whether this clown was the real deal.
But judging from the current situation, it seems so.
This floor has also been checked; there were no hidden explosives or explosive magic arrays.
So now there's only one thing left to do—
Arrest the Joker, dead or alive!
The mages unleashed a barrage of magical missiles, raining down on the clown, while the others seized the opportunity to use magical items and scrolls to cast spells such as "Web," "Human Freeze," and "Suffocation" to control the clown.
We're just a bunch of people bullying you alone. We have a lot of in-game items. There's no need to talk about chivalry with a murderer. Let's all attack together!
This is the power of a large organization. They have more people and more money, and then they can just throw out a bunch of equipment and props. Not to mention that this is a national-level force. We're not afraid that we don't have enough resources; we're just afraid that you don't have enough people to use them.
They didn't use any destructive magic, after all, this was the rooftop of a building, and if it were accidentally blown up and collapsed, the clown could escape in the chaos, which would be their mistake.
This place is so small, even if the clown is good at hiding, he can't escape such a dense barrage of bullets.
But in reality, the clown dodged it.
Because he made a shocking move—
He leaped backward, jumping out of the building's boundaries.
And here is a 15-story building.
"—"
The spell missiles missed their targets, and spells such as "Human Freeze" failed to activate due to the loss of their targets.
The officers from the relevant department rushed to the edge of the building and peered down.
A brightly colored clown mask was smiling at his face.
(* ￣︶￣)
Two small knives, one instantly plunged into his brain, the other pierced his throat.
"asshole--!"
The moment he saw his teammate killed, the Night Wanderer squad leader's eyes turned ferocious. A fist the size of a casserole dish shone with immense power and slammed towards the clown standing in mid-air, whose hands had just released the dagger.
A strange thing happened—
The clown was like a puppet being manipulated, being pulled away out of thin air, retreating backward without any effort being exerted.
The fist slammed into empty air, the immense force carrying a gust of air that whistled past the clown.
"call out--"
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out again, and several spinning playing cards shot towards the captain, but he slapped them away with his palm, scattering them on the floor.
"Oh~ life is so fragile, ladies and gentlemen, it really makes me very sad, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee—"
The clown's voice came from all directions; his grotesque laughter was utterly repulsive.
"Come out, you damned clown! I swear I'll tear your filthy mouth apart!"
The short-tempered captain yelled and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.
"Hey sir, could you please keep your voice down? This is a public place!"
You're a murderer, and you're talking to me about civility and etiquette?
This sentence made the captain so angry that he almost lost his mind, but he and his team members just couldn't find the source of the sound.
Damn it, I'm so angry.
No one noticed that some of the people here had a slight upturn at the corners of their mouths.
"Guess where I am? Hehehehehehe~"
Several small knives were thrown over, but were easily blocked.
The clown seemed to be toying with them, throwing a few playing cards and knives every few seconds, but they easily deflected them all.
Several more throwing knives flew towards them, but this time it was a little different.
As they deflected the green throwing knives, several muffled sounds came from behind them—
That was the sound of a sharp object piercing flesh.
"Yumi!"
"Yuta!"
"What happened? Why did it all happen so suddenly—"
When they turned around, they found several of their teammates lying on the ground, blood gushing from the small knives stuck in their backs.
But why——
Why were the players defending our back suddenly attacked, or even killed?
Looking at the corpses on the ground, everyone's faces turned extremely grim.
what happened!
He was just a clown with a lot of tricks, and his weapons were just some hard playing cards and a knife!
Why are our casualties so high?
What on earth is going on?!
How exactly were they killed?
They should have blocked all the frontal attacks!
"What on earth is going on? What on earth is going on? Oh my gosh, it's so confusing! Hehehehehehe~"
The grotesque laughter echoed again from all directions.
Endless malice is eroding this place.
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Steam's winter sale made me splurge... My precious money QAQ
Chapter 315 Immovable Bright Killing Strike Divine Break
Do you know what a spider is?
This creature will find a suitable place and weave a huge net with its own silk threads, and this net is its hunting ground.
This building has long been covered by a huge web woven by puppets behind the scenes.
This is now the clown's hunting ground.
Using invisible lines that can bend freely in the air, the Joker moved swiftly around the perimeter of the building and inside its floors.
As for how those team members died...
A knife flying from the sky, a knife suddenly shooting out from under the floor, playing cards and a knife that had fallen to the ground earlier—
There are so many ways, my darlings!
If we throw some small knives in conspicuous places to create a feint, and then take the opportunity to attack from another direction, it will be easy to succeed.
After all, this city has never experienced any major upheavals, so it's normal for the soldiers in this unit to lack experience.
Although this captain is quite capable, he is still not suitable to be a captain; he lacks intelligence.
"Hehehehe~ My dear friends, there's a prize for guessing correctly. Oh, and by the way, this is just foreplay~"
The voice was filled with malice, the piercing laughter mocking his weakness. The incredulous and resentful looks in the eyes of his fallen teammates only intensified his anger.
I want to burst out laughing.
—Ah, yes, I really want to laugh right now.
—Laugh out loud, laugh heartily.
"Hmm... Hahaha... Hahahaha—"
"Hmph hmph hmph... Hmph ha ha ha ha ha—"
"Why... Ahahahahaha... I really... Haa, I want to laugh so much! Hahahaha—"
"Me too... hahahahahahaha—"
"This... Haa, haa, haha, haa... Something's not right... Purify!"
They laughed loudly, their laughter growing louder and louder.
The captain was also laughing loudly; his booming voice was deafening.
One of the team members laughed heartily as he activated a ring on his hand. A soft light emanated from the ring, cleansing them.
Tranquil Light
When the light faded, they—
Still laughing.
This spell doesn't work.
The laughing gas I emit is a technological product; by the way, the inventor of this product is Mr. Jack, the head of the Batman fan club.
"Hehehehehe~ Yes, that's it, my friends! Don't think about anything, just laugh your heart out, hahahahaha—"
One particular laugh stood out from the others, for it was so chillingly loud.
It was just an ordinary laugh, but it sent shivers down people's spines.
"Hahahaha, this, this hahaha, what... what's going on, hahaha..."
"I...I can't take it anymore, hahahahaha—"
The more you laugh, the happier you become—
Laughing so hard I couldn't stand up straight, laughing so hard I was clutching my stomach, laughing so hard I couldn't speak, laughing so hard my body was convulsing, laughing uncontrollably, laughing until I was completely out of it—
Finally, they collapsed to the ground, still smiling.
Only the muscular captain is still persisting here.
However, he was already kneeling on the ground, and trickles of blood slowly flowed from his wide-open mouth, swaying and dripping down in an irregular pattern as his facial muscles twitched.
"Oh, darling, you're so strong."
The clown stepped on the silken threads in the air and returned to the floor of this level.
He walked briskly around the captain, making a circle.
The Joker didn't walk past the captain. He knew that this seemingly dying man was silently burning his life force, just to survive a few more seconds—
Wait for the clown to get close to him!
"I know, I know. All you want now is for me to get close, then unleash your final, all-consuming punch to send me to hell—"
The clown's voice was getting closer and closer to him.
"But haven't you forgotten something?"
The clown's voice suddenly rose a lot in volume, becoming somewhat shrill.
"The main event hasn't even started yet."
The man's body remained motionless.
"May I ask your name?"
"...Yoshida Oyama."
The man spoke in an extremely hoarse voice.
"Yoshida Taizan... truly a name that suits him. Well then, Mr. Kousei, let us celebrate!"