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#36Chapter Thirty-Two, The Same Kind
I sensed it; it was my kind calling to me, waiting for me…
The Joker couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter. His men were puzzled, wondering why their boss wasn't leading them back to their hideout in the Diamond District, but instead continuing down the Burnley District. Ahead lay the Splendid River, and after crossing the Winsfinkel Bridge over the river, they would reach the other side of Burnley, a place no ordinary place, where other gangs were active.
That was a powerful and strange circus, and its leader, Professor Pigface, was a terrifying man with a mad personality and a mastery of all sorts of horrific poisons.
No, it should be said that the strange circus performs all over the United States. Although the clown's henchmen know a little bit about the inside story, they don't know much. But for some reason, Professor Pigface really likes to perform in Gotham City.
That's where the strange circus performs. In half a month, a grand and solemn circus performance will be held, which will last for a whole month.
One of the Joker's henchmen felt the need to remind his boss that they were the Red Hood gang, and the Joker was the only Red Hood. They were attracted to and worshipped the Joker's charisma and were willing to do anything for him.
For example, right now, just as he opened his mouth to utter a single word, there was a loud bang, and the clown shot the poor guy in the head, blowing his lifeless body to the ground. Yet, the clown's expression remained filled with a sinister smile.
"Hahaha...almost there...my kind..."
The Joker continued talking to himself, seemingly sensing something, but he didn't seem to care at all that he had just killed a loyal subordinate. The other subordinates didn't show any change in expression either; they were born for the Joker, the Joker was their Kami, and whatever the Joker did was right.
What is the clown looking for that would make him go to such lengths to come to the territory of this strange circus?
A school building came into view ahead; it was Louis E. Griffith Memorial High School. In the past, the Joker might have appreciated the interest, but now he just wanted to see his almost incomparably familiar kind as soon as possible.
The clown's smile widened, and he suddenly stopped, covering his face with his hands and bursting into unrestrained laughter. He felt the presence and feeling of his kind, an incredibly strong sense of kinship that made him yearn for a grand music party!
Eventually, the Joker and his henchmen arrived at Grant Park, not far from the Gotham Children's Museum. The lush trees and greenery were beautifully landscaped, but the Joker didn't even glance at it.
No, he should say he stopped, his gaze falling on a spot—a huge old tree, with a red balloon slowly floating among its canopy, not quite reaching the sky.
Upon seeing the red balloon, the clown suddenly received a violent stimulus. He put his fingers into his mouth, pulled at his lips, and made what he considered to be the most perfect smile—the true Laughing Clown.
"Hahahaha..."
An eerie laugh emanated from the clown's mouth, as if a terrifying power had descended upon the place. The clown's henchmen, upon hearing the laughter, also burst into laughter, their weapons falling to the ground without them even realizing it.
The clown silently and happily enjoyed everything. He walked to the big tree, tiptoed, and elegantly took the white string of the balloon. Holding the balloon, he followed his inner instincts and arrived at a secluded spot in Grant Park, where there was a manhole cover.
The clown's henchmen, their faces filled with eerie smiles, worked together to open the manhole cover. The deep, dark well revealed nothing at all, for it was midnight.
A red balloon floated out of the sewer again and was easily caught by the clown.
"Hahaha... My kindred spirit, you're waiting for me too, looking forward to me... I'm looking forward to you too... Hahahaha..."
The clown couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
A few minutes later, the Joker took the lead and entered the sewer, disappearing into the darkness. Then, one by one, the Joker's men entered the sewer, and finally, the last one closed the manhole cover.
The sewers were originally very dark, filled with the stench of decay and the sound of flowing water.
The two red balloons in the clown's hands had somehow started to glow, emitting a dim, pale red light that barely illuminated the path ahead.
The group followed the clown for about ten minutes, during which the clown's laughter never stopped and grew louder and louder.
Finally, the monotonous sewers were dotted with something else: countless red balloons, like those held by clowns, densely covering the passageway ahead.
The clown released the red balloon in his hand, and as if drawn by an attraction, two red balloons floated straight to the group of red balloons.
"Hahahaha... My kindred spirit, I've come to find you! What a comforting aura! Why don't you come out and meet me!"
The clown laughed loudly, tearing off his suit tie. He took a semi-automatic rifle from one of his henchmen and began firing at the red balloons.
Bang bang bang!
One shot after another, each shot popping a red balloon, and then something unknown fell from the balloon into the stinking sewer.
The clown looked over and saw that they were tiny grasshoppers. These grasshoppers were very energetic and jumped out of the stinking ditch and onto the clown and his henchmen, starting to bite them.
"Oh... shit..."
"Fuck...that damn little thing..."
The clown's henchmen were in a panic, trying to get the grasshoppers off their bodies.
The clown's smile was exaggerated as he stomped on a grasshopper that was trying to pounce on him. He sensed that his kind were waiting for him ahead, provided they didn't bring their troublesome henchmen.
So...
The clown's smile suddenly turned eerie as he pulled a stun blast from his pouch, filled with stun gas.
The clown pulled it away and then gently rolled backward. Soon, a large amount of sedative gas was released, and all of the clown's henchmen fell into a deep sleep.
The Joker, of course, left the scene immediately and headed deeper into the sewers.
He was going to see his kind...
How interesting!
Ha ha ha ha...
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[Today's bonus chapter is for Chow Yun-fat, it will only be available tomorrow... I'm a little sad and can't write it, I'll make up for it tomorrow, three chapters!]
Guess who I'm going to meet... This is one of my attempts...
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