6. Madman (Part 2)

Alexander Pierce has encountered many enemies in his life.

As a young man he and Fury fought together, and the two of them got into trouble many times in Vietnam.

After retiring, he became a secret agent and fell into a trap.

Hit by bullets, stabbed with knives, beaten and tortured, these pasts have shaped Pierce's tough character.

The old man seemed fearless.

But he still has annoying things, such as being in the same room with the clown at this moment, which makes Pierce feel uncomfortable all over.

The lunatic's eyes wandered over Pierce, and being stared at by him was like being severely twisted.

That terrible feeling made Pierce frown.

He is an absolute believer in order.

And the guy in front of him came from out-and-out chaos.

That's what Pierce hated the most.

"Hello, my lord."

The clown stood in the confinement room, and he bowed in an exaggerated manner. That funny look represented his professional strength in being funny.

If this guy is honestly a comedian, I guess he will be quite successful.

But unfortunately, many things in this world can't just look at the appearance.

"Why don't you speak, my lord."

The clown kept leaning over until more than ten seconds later, he raised his head, looked at Pierce, and said in surprise:

"Shouldn't you give me some orders now? For example, let me kill someone for you..."

"The gangsters in Gotham are like this. They are afraid of a psychopath, so they find another psychopath to deal with him."

Having said that, the clown scratched his chin, thinking about it and said:

"Well, thinking about it now, that business was really a big loss...I should have asked for more things."

Pierce still didn't speak, he just leaned on the cane and looked at the clown calmly, his fingers sliding on the cane.

The power of the golden apple was aroused, and in the silent confrontation, the clown's eyes became a little dazed, and this guy who seemed to have ADHD also became a little quieter.

"Arthur, I need you to do something."

Pierce said softly:

"You like playing games, don't you?"

"I want to invite you to play a game with one of my friends...I need you to help me hold him back so that he is in a hurry, so that he has no time to take care of other things, as long as one month...One month is enough."

"Sounds interesting..."

The clown said something dry, which made Pierce nod in satisfaction.

After all, this guy is still an ordinary person. Although he has some dark wisdom in his mind, he still can't resist the attack of the golden apple.

"But, I refuse!"

"Um?"

Pierce's smile froze on his face.

In front of his eyes, the clown's eyes returned to the kind of cunning and chaotic hyperactivity. He seemed to be able to easily get rid of the golden apple's mind manipulation, which surprised Pierce.

"Ahem, lunatics and psychopaths are naturally immune to thought control."

Lady Hydra reminded softly behind Pierce:

"Otherwise, Merlin doesn't need to delete all his memories at all. A little change can make him the most honest ordinary person..."

"Uh, fine."

Pierce, who made a joke, was a little embarrassed.

And in front of his eyes, the clown's eyes rolled, he looked at the cane in Pierce's hand, and he said:

"What's that? Looks like fun, I can hear my mind talking to me, that feels so good, can you give it to me? Generous mogul."

"this?"

Pierce shook the cane in his hand, and he said with a smile:

"Of course, but you have to promise me first."

This request seemed to confuse the clown. He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then took a step back and shook his head:

"No, I still refuse!"

"Why?"

Pierce asked:

"Don't you like playing games?"

"I like it, but that depends on who you play with."

The clown sat back on the chair, boredly drew out the playing cards, shuffled them skillfully, and said:

"I had a great playmate before, I had a lot of fun with him, very happy, but a nasty guy kicked me out of my playground and no one played with me anymore."

He turned his head and gave Pierce a malicious smile, and said:

"Who do you want me to take on? The disgusting heroes? No, that's too unchallenging... It's like snatching a lollipop from a child, you heroes, full of strength and brains It's full of muscle."

"I don't like to play with those violent people, they will beat me, it hurts."

The clown touched his cheek and said:

"I'm a little crazy, but I won't take the initiative to ask for a fight. It's not interesting to play with them."

"So you hate the guy who kicked you out of the playground?"

Pierce asked again:

"You know who he is, don't you?"

"Of course, I know."

The clown said boredly:

"I am not a primitive man living in a cave. I also read newspapers and news. I know his name is Merlin. I know he is a very powerful and terrifying guy. Especially dear Larson gave me some documents."

Having said that, the clown looked at Madame Hydra again, he licked his lips, and said:

"Speaking of which, Larson, come and beat me on the back..."

Lady Hydra ignored him at all.

Although she looks like a kind old lady now, the soul of Mrs. Hydra is a cold beauty. She doesn't bother to deal with lunatics like clowns.

"I invite you to play a game with Merlin."

Pierce no longer concealed it, he said openly:

"Don't you hate him? You also know how difficult Merlin is to deal with, and you also know how much energy he has under his command. It is challenging to play games with such a person, right? Just like you are in Gotham and Batman. ..”

"In my opinion, Merlin is also very similar to Batman, don't you think?"

"Like? No!"

The clown roared angrily:

"You are not allowed to compare the two of them together! They are not the same kind of people at all!"

"Well, they're friends, really good friends, and I can see there's a deep bond between them that makes me jealous."

"But they're different!"

The clown stretched out his hands, waved them in the air, and said incessantly:

"Batman's kind of... how should I put it?"

"It's kind of indescribable...Baby! Yes, baby! And Merlin, Merlin is just a more powerful Batman who breaks the line, and he's a lot less interesting than Batman."

The guy retracted his fingers, scratched his chin, rolled his eyeballs twice, and said to Pierce:

"But thinking about it, he's not as boring as I thought..."

"Well, if you'll allow me to bring Batman into the game, then I'll do it!"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Pierce nodded, and he said to the clown:

"I only have one request, to hold Merlin back, and to control the situation so that no innocents are hurt!"

"Hey! That's two requests!"

The clown screamed:

"Your math teacher will jump out of the grave and grab you by the collar and beat you up...and there are restrictions, what a disappointment! Can't hurt the innocent?"

"Who the hell are you? Aren't you a villain, but a damned saint? How boring the game would be if there were no innocents involved, not even spectators!"

"If it was easy, if anyone could do it, do you think I'd come to you?"

Pierce said bluntly:

"I heard that you are a professional, and someone recommended you to me, or are you actually nothing more than that?"

"emmmm"

The clown pursed his lips, and he seemed to want to refute, but in the end, he could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and he said to Pierce:

"Okay, you got me, man."

He gave an odd smile and said:

"I will definitely work hard to fulfill your request, entangle Merlin, and not hurt the innocent...Yes, I am an honest and trustworthy person, you can definitely rest assured about this."

"No, I'm not worried."

Pierce, leaning on his cane, said:

"What is the binding force of a lunatic's promise? In order to avoid some embarrassing things, I chose an assistant for you."

He waved his hand, and a figure quietly appeared behind the clown.

The clown turned his head abruptly, and saw the face of the Winter Soldier with no surface, covered with scars. He seemed to be taken aback, and fell to the ground clutching his heart. He complained:

"What the hell is going on with you people? You just can't learn to knock, can you?"

"He will be your assistant, he will protect you, and he will obey your orders."

Pierce said to the clown:

"But if you plan to do something that violates our agreement, then he will teach you a lesson for me... Rules, do you understand? Rules are a good thing. Within the rules, you can play whatever you want! But once you cross the Wire..."

"I know I know."

The clown got up from the ground, and he said to Pierce:

"Help me, protect me, and when necessary, kill me, I know, it's always the same old way, you guys are really uncreative when threatening people, but I don't care."

He gave Pierce a rough hand, and he said:

"Give me the cane, I'll need it for a good show."

"Snapped"

Pierce opened the eagle head decoration on the top of the cane, and threw the golden golden apple to the clown.

Then, under the gaze of the clown, he took another almost identical golden apple from his pocket and put it in the walking stick.

This scene made the clown couldn't help asking in surprise:

"Is this thing wholesale? Or, you are actually a magician who hides and hides? How many do you have?"

"a lot of."

Pierce showed a playful smile, he reached out and patted the clown on the shoulder, he said:

"A lot of people are waiting to see your performance...don't let us down."

After speaking, he left the confinement room accompanied by Mrs. Larson. The door of the house was just so open, which represented that a dangerous person was about to be free.

But the clown didn't go out immediately.

Instead, he moved the golden apple in his hand, looked at the expressionless Winter Soldier beside him, and said:

"Can you go buy some clothes for me? It's a torture to wear such an expensive thing...I need a cheap shirt, a purple suit, remember, not too expensive..."

"I like cheap things."

After a while, he somehow found a cane from there, imitating the clown who put the golden apple into the cane like Pierce, and strolled to Wesker's office.

He reached out and knocked on the door, but did not enter the office.

Behind him, the Winter Soldier is carrying a package. They are leaving, and they will leave here forever under the eyes of others sending the plague god away, never coming back again.

"Wesker, my friend."

The clown stood at the door and whistled to the expressionless Wesker. He said:

"I'm leaving, we may not see each other again in the future, I'm going to plan a really fun game..."

"Of course I am so poor, and I have nothing to give you, but I will wish you a happy life."

He grinned, waved at Wesker, and then swaggered away with the Winter Soldier.

Wesker watched the bastard leave. A few minutes later, he came to the clown's prison cell, and he looked at the last card left on the table.

The card is turned over and placed in the center of the table.

Wesker stretched out his black gloved hand, picked up the card, and put it in front of his eyes.

It was a joker card.

On the card, a clumsy clown's head was drawn with dried blood, and under the clumsy painting, there was a line of crooked words.

"Madness travels with you, friend."

The corners of Wesker's mouth curled up, showing a weird smile.

But the next moment, he returned to that expressionless and indifferent state. He put the card in his pocket, then turned and left the empty room.

He is going to continue to inspect the laboratory, which is something he has to do every day.

On the other side, on a private jet that took off from Raccoon City, a clown dressed in cheap clothes sat in the cabin, holding a newspaper in his hand and a lollipop in the other.

He looked at the report in the newspaper about the establishment of the sixth branch of the New York Heroes Association in the Los Angeles area, and a disdainful smile appeared on this guy's painted face.

"Standard superheroes and unresolute mortals... mutants and humans... omnics and the world..."

"Dear Merlin, why do you insist on combining these things that shouldn't be put together at all? They should be opposites, conflicts, and chaos."

"Order, tsk..."

"Boring things, flimsy stuff, just as ridiculous as the humanity that Batman has been talking about."

"In this world, these people, they will only praise virtue when it is safe, and once chaos comes, these people protected by you will abandon you mercilessly!"

"Then, I stepped on you hard..."

The clown threw away the newspaper, stuffed the lollipop into his mouth, then rubbed his hands excitedly, and said:

"bring it on..."

"Let everything return to the way it should be, and let the clown teacher teach you something."

"Let the game...begin!"