Miss Clown subverts Marvel

In the abandoned underground pipes in Brooklyn, New York, Ert sat on the chair he brought from outside with some annoyance. He had always felt that something was wrong around him these past two days.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly passed by a patrolling puppet. Seeing the poor people living in the sewers saluting the puppet, Elt slapped his head and finally discovered where it was. Something went wrong.

First, the usually dull-eyed homeless people suddenly became active, as if they had found hope in life again. They were talking to each other, and occasionally people were bartering. The entire sewer seemed like a lively neighborhood.

Then there seemed to be more supplies in the sewer than before, so much so that it felt a little congested even when walking.

The last and most important point is that he always feels that there seem to be more puppets in the sewers, and the homeless and poor people in the sewers seem to respect the puppets very much.

No, not necessarily. As a puppet, Ert was not treated differently by the poor. The homeless people still treated him indifferently. It seemed that only cannon fodder puppets with torn corners of their mouths would receive warm hospitality.

This did not make Elt unhappy at all, because he hated the poor very much and wanted to kill them all. However, due to Harley's will, he had to associate with the poor. If the other party really treated him Being very enthusiastic will make him feel uncomfortable.

What happened?

Elt was a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he decided to take his laptop to a place with wireless network to connect to the Internet and read the latest New York news.

You don't know this. At first glance, Erte was dumbfounded.

He knew that their puppets were called the Clown Gang, but what he didn't expect was that the Clown Gang would actually have a large number of followers, and many people even imitated the puppet's actions to commit crimes.If the news reports are true, then this group of criminals has formed a certain scale in the shadows of New York.

After being frightened, Elt began to think, and finally he came to the conclusion that this group of criminals would not go far.

This group of people have made themselves look like puppets, but in the final analysis they are just a group of poor people without weapons. They are unorganized and have no discipline. They cannot defeat the heavily armed police, let alone the army that has not yet shown its face. .

If they still don't know how to restrain themselves and often carry out terrorist attacks, they will soon attract the attention of the government, and I am afraid that a large number of troops will come to clean up the ground.

Thinking of this, a drop of cold sweat slipped from Erte's forehead, followed by an inexplicable anger that affected Chiyu.

This group of terrorists uses the name of the Clown Gang to cause trouble on a large scale. If the government gets angry and sends the army to investigate, wouldn't they be the first to suffer the consequences? They are innocent puppets.

As long as the terrorists don't cut their faces open, then these guys will naturally be fine, but the puppets who are born with slit mouths are in danger. Their features are so obvious that they can't be mistaken even if they are mixed in the crowd. In other words, they are probably the first targets of the police.

Gotta get the puppets out of New York

Elt sent a message to Harley at that time. Only he, the master, could command the puppet. The only thing he could do was to tell Harley about it as quickly as possible.

Elt has been specially marked by Harley. Even if it is mixed in countless voices, Harley can distinguish it. At this time, all the puppets are prohibited from speaking by Harley. The only one who has his own subjective consciousness and can speak actively is Elt. Naturally, she noticed the news immediately.

"Someone is using our name to carry out terrorist attacks"

This actually made Harley find it very interesting. If there really were many clown horror groups, large and small, it would be much easier for her to do what she wanted to do.Because there is more and more confusing information, it becomes more difficult for heroes and police who are good at tracking to analyze themselves through their behavior and target objects. In other words, Harley's desire to make New York chaotic is actually inexplicable. Achieved.

As for Elt's worries, Harley didn't care.

"Okay, I understand, don't stay in the sewers, pack up the important things and take them all to your home."

Elt was a little confused about Harley's decision to leave alone, so could those puppets who were as stupid as a piece of wood be able to evacuate safely?

"What about the puppets? If I want to arrange for them to leave, is there anything I need to do?"

Harley waved her hands carelessly and said:

"Oh, um, don't bother. They're just a bunch of cannon fodder. If they die, they'll die. At worst, we can just do a little more next time."

Harley easily said something that made Elt's hair stand on end. The master's attitude made him very chilled. After all, he was also one of the puppets. The only difference was that he was a puppet with self-awareness.

Although he was very worried and frightened, Elt still obeyed Harley's orders. The suppression from the soul was not something that his weak will could resist.

Only the rare ones are precious. Elt sighed. The only thing he could do now was to pray that Harley would not find another puppet similar to him in the future.

In the deep sea, at the ruins of Atlantis, Peter Depak stood under the throne, carefully stretched out his hands, and held the trident that exuded golden light.

The moment his palm touched the trident, an indescribable coldness invaded Peter's body. He immediately wanted to let go of his hand. What he didn't expect was that his hand was actually stuck to the trident. The handle of the halberd cannot move.

Peter panicked a little. He could feel his body temperature dropping rapidly. If it continued at this rate, he would probably fall into coma or even freeze to death due to low temperature.

Peter opened his mouth to call Sigurd, but found that he only breathed out a breath of cold air. Due to the low temperature, his vocal cords seemed to be numb and he could not make any sound at all.

There was no other way, he had to do something to save himself.

Peter moved his body and found that the warmth from his hands had not spread to his lower body. He moved his waist, jumped up, and stepped on the throne with his feet.

Peter began to tighten his body, and the terrifying power erupted from the mutated body was all exerted on the trident.

The golden halberd handle was almost bent, and the ground where the halberd was embedded began to crack bit by bit, and suddenly, it exploded.

As the stone platform collapsed, an unimaginable shock swept through the entire palace, and the seawater that was clear just now instantly became turbid.

The trident's abilities disappeared

Looking at the trident that was no longer cold and gradually losing its luster in his hand, Peter was a little at a loss. He thought he had damaged the artifact.

Like a child who has made a mistake, Peter's first reaction was to insert the trident back, but he soon learned that this would not work.

The flying sea mud fell, and through the searchlight above his head, he saw clearly the current appearance of the stone platform. Under his feet, both the ground and the throne were completely shattered into debris.