Chapter 115 Chapter 115 [VIP]
The Joker let the two idiots talk nonsense in front of him, and he pretended to be serious and had no flaws at all. Seeing that they were about to discuss their business in detail, he asked Megan to stay in the outermost room of the warehouse, while he and his two good partners went inside to discuss. Cooperation cannot be achieved overnight, and there is still the step of bargaining.
The tall, thin man in a suit bent down and affectionately tidied Megan's hair, which had been messed up by her paper hat on the way, and said, "Stay here and don't run around, okay?"
Megan was rather reserved and shy when there were other people around. She just nodded and stood there watching the Joker and the two men walk towards the office in the warehouse and close the door. Only a small window could be seen inside. Megan walked over and tried to climb up the window to look for her father, but she was too short. No matter what angle she looked, she could only see the walls and the ceiling.
Because there was a wall between them, she couldn't hear the voices inside clearly. Megan was at a loss for a while and then she started walking around the warehouse, squatting here for a while, rummaging there, and then started climbing the shelves.
She is very familiar with her favorite activities. Even though her arms and legs are short, it does not affect her climbing up and down. In fact, climbing is one of the activities she trained with Richard Long. It is not rock climbing in extreme sports, but simple climbing in daily life. In addition to climbing shelves and boxes, Megan can also climb trees.
… Megan climbed all the trees near the small building that she liked, thought were easy to climb, and beautiful, sat on the tree branches to play, and also touched a few inertia cars and small dolls that she could hold two or three in one hand and put them on the branches. This behavior was meaningless. Megan did not think about anything, she just did it because she wanted to.
Then, when it was windy and rainy, you could see toy cars and dolls dropped on the ground, but Megan ignored them and had no intention of picking them up or putting them back.
It's not that the Joker didn't receive the news from his men, but seeing that Megan likes to be active and can find things to do on her own, this is much safer than her going out alone aimlessly and not knowing where she might go, so he just left her alone.
He was currently discussing business with his two 'partners' in the office. He could hear the occasional noise coming from outside, but he wasn't worried about Megan causing any trouble. She wouldn't throw him off his feet, would she? If she did, she would have come to him crying long ago. The Joker knew Megan's temper very well.
He diligently maintained his persona and immersed himself in the drama. However, upon hearing the percentage the two men across from him were trying to offer him, he couldn't help but laugh. He asked in surprise, "Really? I gave you the technology and patents, and this is all I get for the share?"
Harris feigned a retort, "But we've also put in a lot of effort! We've got to contact factories for cooperation, buy raw materials, and find buyers. If they don't take the order, we might even have to build our own factory. The site and facilities and equipment all cost money, and then we have to hire workers, office staff, workshop workers, the necessary security, and then there's the shipping costs for the goods. All of that is costly."
"Alas, Mr. J, don't you know that it's hard to find connections and do business nowadays, especially since your products are so special. It will be a huge expense to build connections and prevent trouble for you, right?" Li also chimed in.
They wanted to obtain the formula for "laughing gas" from him, believing that the injuries reported in the news were exaggerated. It was just a hallucinogen, so even if it caused some brain damage, what would it matter? Didn't smoking marijuana have the same consequences? But there was no shortage of buyers.
They believed that nitrous oxide had something in common with those things, and they wanted him to refine the formula and turn it into a popular product that would sell well in Gotham and even nationwide! They said that if it were sold internationally, they would give him a bigger share of the profits, as a way to encourage him to contribute.
Oh my god—
The Joker never thought that they had such talent and the courage to say such things in front of him. He was amused and couldn't stop laughing. Amidst his sharp but increasingly sarcastic laughter, the Joker pressed the mechanism of the decorative flower next to his collar. Sometimes it contained highly corrosive acid, and sometimes it stored laughing gas. They had their own uses and were always useful.
"Oh, I'm the one sighing. I just want to have fun, and you guys treat me like a fool?"
He didn't just want to have fun, he even participated in the performance himself, but got this sad result.
The Joker watched coldly as the coveted 'goods' of the two gentlemen beside him were released from the mechanism. Green mist spread in the air. He himself was of course unaffected, but the confusion in his eyes intensified. The two men had vaguely sensed something was wrong when he laughed, but they just thought he had deployed people outside and had already pulled out their guns, trying to guard him.
But when the laughing gas dissipated...
They are beyond help.
First his pupils dilated, then his expression gradually became dull. He laughed, and they laughed too. They all felt happy, and then they realized how ridiculous this world is.
The guns in the hands of both men fell to the ground, and the show came to an end. There was nothing worth his attention. The Joker turned his eyes and saw the crowbar placed in the corner. Since this warehouse had been put into use recently and the machines sometimes malfunctioned, it was reasonable for the crowbar to appear here. He picked it up and weighed it, and it was unexpectedly handy.
…
The clown used his crowbar to pry open his former partner's skull, blood splattering all over the floor. He was still laughing heartily, but few people were watching his performance.
One had just died, and the other had been dead for a while. He was finally satisfied with his two former partners. With a "clang", the solid crowbar fell to the ground. He took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them away. He opened the door and walked out. At first glance, he didn't see where Megan was. When he walked to the other side of the shelf, he couldn't help but look up. Megan not only climbed up the shelf, but also sat on the top cardboard box, swinging her legs leisurely.
Megan heard him coming and looked down from her high place, "Dad?" She was sitting so high up that when the clown looked up, it seemed as if she was almost at the height of the ceiling, looking shaky and unsafe.
The expression on his face was exaggerated enough. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but revealed a hint of displeasure. He asked, "What are you doing?" He was extremely curious about this.
The child didn't think he was doing anything dangerous, "I'm just climbing high."
Megan had just answered when the cardboard box she was sitting on suddenly collapsed and she leaned back involuntarily. Fortunately, she kept her body stable. She also looked down and saw the clown's even more vicious and deep expression, so she began to climb down consciously. She was very skilled at this, and when she reached the last layer of the shelf, which was more than one meter high, she jumped down directly.
This was the result of her working out with Richard - it gave her the strength to climb higher and then jump from not-so-low heights, making her more and more courageous, as if she would dare to touch anything.
She had already jumped down, but her feet were numb. Megan stood there, stomping and jumping for a while before running towards the clown. The smile on her face was many times more sincere than the clown's. "Dad." She came over and acted like his good child again. This is the best and most dedicated actor.
The clown watched her movements the whole time, and when she reached him, he smiled and bent down, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Well done, Megan!"
It sounded like praise, but the actual meaning was uncertain. Whether Megan could understand it was her own business, and the Joker no longer wanted to argue with her about the danger. There was no point in saying that much. Megan would only understand it when she had learned a real lesson. But even so...
His eyes swept over Megan calmly. She had done a lot of naughty things this summer. At first, she climbed over the second-floor railing in the small building. After being handed over to Richard, she became more aggressive, causing herself to bump into things from time to time, with bruises here and scratches there.
Doesn't Megan feel pain? Who was that person who used to cry to him about her headache? Or did she ignore the dangers? This is why she keeps testing his patience?
She seemed to become stupid at this moment, but it was impossible for the Joker not to notice her actual thoughts and cognition. He wanted Megan to change her bad habits, but she herself was unmoved, which made him worry.
Seeing that she was still unaware and curious, the Joker decided to give up. Even if he was not there, Megan still had many friends around her, and some of them were worried about her and working hard for her. Thinking this way would make him feel better, and then they would have nothing to say.
The clown grabbed Megan's hand and was about to leave when a new expression suddenly appeared on her face. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed hard, then moved closer to the clown's hand and tried to smell his scent again. "Strange?"
She didn't know what the smell was, but it seemed familiar.
The Joker stopped her from moving. When Megan turned around to look towards the office, he dragged the child out without question and said with all his patience: "Good child, I didn't want you to know this, and..."
When they walked a short distance away from the warehouse, the houses exploded and turned into ruins in the rapidly rising flames and smoke. Sometimes when the clown was too lazy to deal with the traces, he would just put on a fireworks show. The explosion would solve his troubles in this regard.
From where they were standing, they could clearly feel the vibration of the ground caused by the explosion. There was also a gust of wind that blew Megan's hair. She turned around and felt some tiny particles in the wind blowing on her face. Then something suddenly fell into one of her eyes. She let go of the clown's hand and rubbed it.
Megan asked, "Those two people? Dad, your friends."
Her father laughed sarcastically and said, "They are not my friends, they are just for fun." So after he had his fun, they died, alas, without a complete body.
The author has something to say:
Megan's counting down to school, and her first birthday (before she leaves for school).
Then, I was chatting with my friends last night, and I thought of a joke while taking a shower.
Me: "I have a super rich system and I am Bai Can during the day and Batman at night. I actually don't mind being an orphan of Krypton, and I ended up becoming a color-changing super." Just asking if it's trendy.
Friend No. 1, Teacher Jue: Good fellow, onion, let me peel off your heart layer by layer.
Teacher Jue: Wait, let me take another look. I don’t know why, but I always feel like I’m working multiple jobs but only getting one salary.
Me: I thought it was a feeling of madness, I didn’t mind being an orphan on Krypton, Krypton exploded ()
Then I said: Come on, super double, "I hold the Godly System, I am Bai Can during the day and Batman at night. I don't mind being an orphan of Krypton. I can go back to the past with the Speed Force, hold up the Lantern Ring, inherit the throne, command the ocean, master the Mother Box technology, and become a color-changing super." Wonderful (nods).
Teacher Jue: (Thinking) If all the villains in the world are the same person, there is no hope for the Earth.
(Actually, what I want is that this long title is the protagonist's entire story experience. In short, it is not a sock puppet, and it is not a problem to put two versions of the title into the original (too vivid)
When I sent the above content to friend number ②, I got a burst of laughter :)
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