Chapter 1211 Wonderful Echo

"I represent the laws of the city and am the head of the Supreme Court of Arbitration."

"Clown, I don't care who is behind your mask, I promise you will regret it."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the light and shadow all over his body gradually dissipated.

He disappeared from the body.

The clown didn't realize it, humming a song softly, and walked to the corner of the bank.

There is a city map there.

"Dangdang, I found it."

The clown stained some blood on the ground with his hand, and stroked lightly at the corner of the map.

That's the address of the Supreme Court of Arbitration in Sin City.

"Blood debts must be paid in blood-although this is not my personal debt, I have to work hard now."

The clown was talking to himself, raised his hand, and looked at the sinful clock.

The time passed seven minutes again.

A line of small gray characters then floated in the void:

"Based on your performance, you entered the eighth minute."

"You can choose to exchange seven different extraordinary abilities, and the levels of these abilities are exactly the same as the clown mask."

"You can also choose to exchange these seven minutes at once to obtain a stronger ability."

"please choose."

The clown pondered for a moment.

In this world, the strongest person is three times stronger than himself, and his time is only twelve hours.

I am not Zhang Yinghao.

Guys like Zhang Yinghao can use every prop and power to the extreme in order to kill the enemy.

That's the killer's way of doing things.

——According to one's own fighting style, in fact, it is more suitable to solve the problem with a method that others cannot predict.

When the clown thought of this, he had a clear choice in his mind.

"I choose to exchange for seven minutes at a time to obtain some kind of stronger power."

Facing the evil clock, he said silently in his heart.

Following his selection, new rows of small gray characters appeared:

"Combined with your personal traits, the Guilty Clock grants you a second extraordinary power:"

"Beautiful echoes full of artistic sense."

...

night.

On the bell tower opposite the Supreme Court of Arbitration.

The clown stands still.

In the corner behind him, several beautiful women were sitting there, eating and drinking slowly.

"You don't have to follow me." The clown said without looking back.

A woman said: "There is no way, we have already been involved in the disputes of several big figures, there is absolutely no reason to escape."

Another woman said: "I'm just an ordinary bank clerk. I should have died just now, but I didn't expect to witness the crimes of big men. If I leave you, I will be found and silenced soon."

The clown didn't speak.

He just stared at the magnificent building in the night.

Several women looked at each other.

A beautiful woman timidly said: "Sir, why don't you take us away, with your strength, we will be able to escape the jurisdiction of the Court of Arbitration and start our lives again."

"escape?"

repeated the clown.

He came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and said, "Does any of you know what the Court of Arbitration does?"

"You don't even know this?" a woman asked in surprise.

"I wonder if I have the honor to listen to your story?" The clown made a gesture of invitation.

For some reason, the woman saw the clown's behavior, and felt an unprecedented feeling in her heart.

She took a deep breath and said: "The court of arbitration, the parliament, and the army are the three most powerful forces in this city. They are above the common people. In this era of constant doomsday, they have the power to kill and kill each other. Fighting never cares about the life and death of us ordinary people."

The baton in the clown's hand snapped.

"I see that you also have some extraordinary power, why don't you join these three forces?"

The girls smiled wryly.

"My ability is only to calculate very fast, which is not up to their combat requirements."

"My extraordinary strength is as soft as bones, but I'm afraid of blood, and I don't meet their warrior standards."

"..."

The girls said in a hurry, and quickly changed the topic again.

"Sir, you have offended the big shot of the Court of Arbitration, why don't you take us and escape together."

"Don't worry, we will listen to you."

"As long as you live with us."

The Joker listened, watching the girls silently.

From a pair of eyes, he saw the instinct to survive.

The clown coughed lightly and asked:

"The enemy is too strong?"

The girls nodded.

The clown clapped his hands and said happily: "Great, I have an elder brother who taught me how to deal with such a situation."

"How to deal with it?" A girl asked boldly.

The clown said: "Facing an enemy stronger than you, as long as you don't give him a chance to make a move."

The clown took out a baton, tapped lightly on the stone bricks, and began to speak in a rambling voice:

"This scene reminds me of some lines, allow me to pay homage to my past—"

"There are too many people in this world who don't have a mask, but cover themselves in other ways; I put on a mask to open my soul and be who I really am."

"In this sinful city, I should make my own voice."

"That is--"

The clown pointed his baton at the Court of Arbitration.

boom! ! !

Black smoke and flames rose into the sky.

The violent explosion was deafening.

The earth kept shaking.

The strong wind howled.

"All evils in the world should be destroyed. This is the principle of the law of cause and effect, and it is also the echo I give."

"—A beautiful echo full of artistic sense!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The clown laughed wildly.

The watch in his hand turned wildly.

The magnificent and majestic Court of Arbitration collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.

A figure stumbled out of the ruins and was about to flee, but was caught by the clown and brought back to the clock tower.

Boom!

The figure was thrown down from the sky, struggling desperately on the ground.

The clown fell down, held the other person's face, and said softly: "Mr. Chief Justice, I think from this moment on, you can let go of those duties and go to the underworld to relax."

The man on the ground was bloodied and lost a hand in the explosion. He gasped and said, "Let... let me go, I am—"

"He's mine."

In the sky, a majestic male voice sounded.

The clown looked up.

I saw an old man with a gray beard, dressed in a formal suit, standing in midair with a solemn expression.

"Who are you?" The clown asked quietly.

--three times.

The strength of this old man is three times his.

The clown quickly weighed the trend of the battle in his mind.

The old man looked down and said calmly: "I am the administrator here, and I am under the waiter's lord, and you are trying to kill my son."

The clown stood up and snapped his fingers.

A long hook appeared from the void and landed on the chief justice's neck.

"Be clear." The clown said.

There was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of the old man's mouth, and he said: "You still don't understand? Your test is unfolding in my territory, and now you dare to touch my son. Have you ever thought about the consequences of this incident?"

"Let my son go, then be honest and do what you should do."

"Remember, this is not a place for you to be presumptuous."

The clown didn't move.

The old man frowned and was about to say something more.

The clown jumped up suddenly, stood on the left side of the chief justice, and shouted: "Sorry, the person you want to kill is my mount—oh no, you want to kill him? Well, he is my disciple—oh No, you still insist on killing him? To be honest, he is my godson."

After finishing these lines, he jumped to the right side of the chief justice again, showing a look of surprise and fear, and flinched and said: "It turns out that they are all our own people, it was a misunderstanding, that's all, you can take him away."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

After this performance, the clown squatted down in front of the judge again, holding the long hook.

"Look."

The clown chuckled.

With a wave of the long hook.

The head of the justice was cut off by him and held in his hand.

"Hehehehehe, do you think I will let your son go?"

The clown shrieked.

"That kind of ending is too boring. Now, I will give you a darker ending."

The clown showed off his head to the old man in the air, and couldn't help laughing:

"Heck, heck, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

As these words fell, the minute and second hands on the "Sinful Clock" turned wildly!