Chapter 53 Chapter 53 [VIP]
Megan's emotions don't just appear on a whim. Even though she's been afraid and uneasy before, her little head is destined to be unable to store anything. Cognitive defects make her unaware of her own emotions and state, and also continuously postpone the time when her emotions emerge.
The clown asked her if she was scared, but he was just bored and pretending to be a good father. He rubbed Megan's head with his hands, and the force was so strong that she shook all over.
When the Penguin Man came to his senses, he saw him playing with the kid who couldn't fall down. He figured out some of the key points, but he still had a sullen face. The skin on his hooked nose was pulled upwards, and several wrinkles appeared between the root of his nose and his eyes.
The Penguin said to the Joker in a deep voice, "He has a problem, right? Okay, I get it, but it's not enough. Here's another message."
This was a rare concession on his part. You have to know that the industry that was targeted this time caused him heavy losses. As a gangster, if he relied entirely on purchasing weapons, it only showed that his power was far from enough.
He had already started manufacturing some parts. After all, the boss himself was a talented engineer. Besides weapons, he also had a chemical industry that was used to manufacture 'anesthetics'...
As an industry, they continuously made him wealth, from mercenaries and gangs, and sometimes even sold them abroad. There were people everywhere who were willing to pay for the "anesthetics", and middlemen would buy them in large quantities. As long as these goods did not fall into the hands of the police, there was no time when they could not be sold.
But now they are all gone.
If the cooperation with the Joker is successful, Gotham will fall into his hands. Even if there are foreign armed forces, or Batman and the prisoners in Arkham are still struggling, he has plenty of ways to gain the greatest benefits for himself in the chaos. The plan will not lose money, but will make a lot of money.
But in fact, he spent a lot of money and put a lot of thought into it, but what did he get in the end? He got nothing but failure and lost countless money!
Even a name and a piece of information weren't enough to appease his rage, so the Penguin continued to negotiate with the Joker. Although he had someone to hold accountable and seek revenge on, what about his lost property? Who could possibly compensate him for his losses?
A sinister and cold gaze fell on the Joker. The Penguin held up his umbrella and waited for his answer, but saw that his eyes were meaningful and pointed in a direction that could only be understood.
The Penguin said solemnly: "Some people can't be touched, those damn things!"
Didn't he know who the richest man in Gotham was? He was also aware that his own interests had also been seized by those hyenas, but the secret of life could not be touched, and he didn't want to risk his own life.
He was furious and almost wanted to vent his temper again, but when he lowered his head, he saw that little Megan didn't feel any danger and was still staying there!
He almost got so angry that he shouted at the clown to take his child away. Why did they leave her here while negotiating with two mentally ill criminals?
The Penguin was irritable and impatient, but when she met Megan's fearless gaze, her eyes were empty and never contained any strange meaning. Perhaps she had not yet formed an aesthetic sense, or perhaps her expression was still problematic and her performance was limited.
But she is a good kid.
In Megan's eyes, except for her father whom she trusts and relies on, everything else is equal.
The short, fat and ugly gangster boss was silent. He took out a package of biscuits from his coat pocket and handed it to the child. Then he calmed down.
The clown then smiled slowly and said, "Don't be too impatient, my friend."
The Penguin twitched his cheeks and was about to raise the tip of his umbrella again when he heard him say, "I made some arrangements before returning to Arkham. Perhaps you will receive good news soon."
When it comes to scheming and plotting, there are many people in Arkham who are good at it, but the most unpredictable person is none other than the Joker. He has been an enemy of Batman for too long, and he always wants to drag the entire city into crazy chaos. He does all this without seeking any profit or status, but just for his game and to have some fun with Batman.
This is a complete madman. Penguin Man knows that cooperating with him is courting disaster, but which businessman has not thought of trying his luck?
He lost the bet, but it was the Joker who approached him about this collaboration, so he could come and question it.
Although the Joker is still being mysterious, he has already given an explanation. The Penguin just needs to wait for a while to verify it.
One thing is done, the Joker no longer cares about the Penguin. He leans over slightly and picks up Megan. Although he is tall and thin, his physical skills and stamina are not weak. His arms hidden under his suit are strong and powerful, and he easily lets Megan sit on his arms.
He shook Megan and said to her, "Let's go. It's too noisy here. Let's find a quiet environment and continue teaching."
After saying that, he took Megan away without caring that the Penguin was still there.
The Penguin's emotions had been stabilized. He originally wanted to leave, but when he noticed the Joker mentioned "teaching", he glanced around the cell and his gaze paused on the table.
There were some materials and tools for making bombs, and one could imagine what kind of teaching they were doing before he came.
The Penguin Man's temper flared up again. He cursed under his breath and waved his umbrella, wanting to shoot. However, he had already fired a bullet before, and it would be difficult to deal with the situation if he made a big noise.
But he had other means. He pulled out a long sword from the umbrella handle and chopped it on the table, making a clear gap, and then swept all the parts to the ground.
He felt very uncomfortable seeing bat-related things everywhere, and walked out of the cell with a sour face. He just happened to see the Joker had walked to the end of the corridor. He suddenly turned around and saw a sinister smile on that gloomy face, which rekindled his anger.
On the other side, Megan reached out to grab the green hair on her father's head. When the clown looked up at her, although there was no expression on the child's face, he seemed to understand something. He slowly denied it and patiently taught her.
"No, no, Megan, you know, people sometimes say meaningless nonsense and pretend things."
For example, the sentence about him teaching Megan how to make a bomb.
Is this actually the case?
——Of course not.
But who says Megan is the most popular kid in Arkham? Many people are concerned about her. Look at the Penguin, he came to call for an explanation, but he suppressed his temper because of Megan's presence.
The Joker enjoys seeing another side of his cellmates. Although they are all vicious criminals, they often reveal some disgusting expressions.
In the past, most of his fun came from Batman, but Megan couldn't be exposed yet and let Batman know. Megan's condition was steadily improving, and any further stimulation would only be counterproductive, so the fun he could get from her was extremely limited.
Megan still didn't understand what he said, but the Joker didn't care and took her to a storage room. He was familiar with every corner of Arkham Asylum, so it was easy for him to find such a place. He walked in and closed the door.
After rummaging around, he found a box of tools and materials. After putting Megan down on the ground, he said thoughtfully, "My specialty should be the surprise gift boxes."
The prizes are packed in surprise gift boxes, and what comes out depends entirely on luck. If you are lucky, you will get fireworks, toys, popping candies, and if you are unlucky, you will get blades, acid, poison gas or bombs.
This is a completely random little game, and many people love it, hoping to win the jackpot.
The Joker isn't planning on escaping prison, he just wants to make some gift boxes and send them everywhere, so get to work now.
He didn't make any demands on Megan, so she looked around the room and soon stood on a wooden box. She had some brains now, and when she climbed up, she would make sure that the support was stable. She was also light, so as long as she could keep her body stable, she would generally not fall down.
The wooden box was placed against the wall, so Megan stood on it, held on to the wall with her hands, and stood on tiptoe to try to reach the wall clock above. She flapped her little hands but just couldn't reach it. After a while, she ran out of strength and sat down to rest.
Megan felt that her breathing was a little heavy, and the wind was exhaled hurriedly and then taken back.
The utility room was deep inside Arkham, and the temperature inside was low. When the air was sucked in, it seemed as if it penetrated deep into her body. Megan didn't quite understand and reached out to press her chest and belly, but she couldn't feel any cool spot inside.
Still weird.
But she tilted her head and in an instant remembered what the clown said. Perhaps many things and phenomena were not strange, but she had not recognized them before, so she was confused and puzzled.
She may have understood a little bit, but soon the wind blew away those thoughts, and the little cognition that had just been established disappeared again. They were all silent and could not exist in her mind for long.
But she bent her waist and crawled on her back, and suddenly exhaled a heavy breath, and immediately knew that this breath was very 'heavy'.
Little Megan was making so much noise there that the clown was distracted from time to time. It turned out that she didn't even know how to play and was so clumsy and ignorant to an astonishing degree.
The clown had already pinched several small gift boxes, so he stood up and rummaged through the miscellaneous items, finding a small flag from among them. However, he did not choose to walk over and hand it to Megan. Instead, he held the flag and squinted slightly.
He was very skilled in throwing knives and cards, and he could also throw a flag easily without even aiming, just throwing it casually.
Then it hit Megan right in the head.
Megan was hit inexplicably, and her head fell back and almost hit the wall. Fortunately, the flying flag was not strong enough, and her forehead only hurt. She was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and realized that it was the flag that fell in front of her that hit her, so she picked it up.
She couldn't express herself, and was silent for a long time. Finally, she waved the flag, threw it to the ground, and jumped off the wooden box to find the clown.
The clown was sitting on a low wooden box with his back to her, busy with something. He heard the footsteps and knew that the child was approaching.
Megan opened her arms and threw herself on his back, she said, "Wow." Her tone was light and muffled.
The man, who had expected this, put down what he was holding and turned around, with a hypocritical and exaggerated smile on his face. He embraced the child, patted her arm, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" He pretended to be kind and caring, but how could he look like the culprit who threw things at children?
Megan was still mumbling meaningless words and making vague "whoa" sounds, and finally buried her head in the clown's arms.
Her head felt heavy after being hit, and she slowly exhaled a long, 'weighty' breath. Megan heard her own breathing and the sound of a heartbeat very close to her.
She suddenly thought of the cat.
The sound of a cat purring.
"dad,"
The clown asked her, "What's wrong?"
Megan stood up a little straighter and touched her heart, "There's a cat living here."
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Full health resurrection! Hehe, this chapter is so cute.
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