Fooling Tomoko into being a system

boom--

A gunshot broke the silence of the office.

As expected of the Pharaoh, he ducked down to avoid this assassination-like shot, which only hit a few of his hair. The bullets shot behind him. At this time, the Pharaoh did not forget to hold the cat in his arms and use Your own body protects the cat.

"Hoooooooooooo~"

Luther was not so lucky. He was about to read "The Secret Origin of Firestorm" and was completely unprepared. He was shot on the left side of the heart, leaving blood all over the floor.

"Ahhhhhhh~"

Luther lay in pain under the table, holding the injured part with his right hand and wailing.

A familiar voice came from the darkness, "Last time you came to mess with me, I drank a little too much and was delirious!"

He stepped out of the backlight, allowing Pharaoh to see his face clearly.

"This is impossible! I have already killed you!" He did not expect to see the comedian in this world, a person who had been killed by his own hands.

The comedian wears black leather suspenders, a unique uniform, with a shoulder pad hanging on his right shoulder and a yellow smiley face toy on his left shoulder.

The black glove held a revolver with smoke coming from it.

"I will not lose this time. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Heroes never die easily. As long as I kill you, I will be the hero of the whole world."

The comedian still can't forget that night. He accidentally learned about the Pharaoh's plan. He didn't intend to care about these nonsense, but the Pharaoh wouldn't let him go. The glass bottle fell to the ground, the blood spattered from his nose, and the back of his head. A dent left after hitting a wall.

Blood dripped on the yellow smiling face, Adrian Veidt's indifferent face, he raised himself above his head, and with the sound of broken glass, he was thrown down.

Then he fell into the water and he came to the Gotham beach.

"Hello Edward."

"What's going on? Didn't I get thrown downstairs by Werther? Doctor? The comedian doesn't understand why Dr. Manhattan actually saved him! He was the first person to know that the doctor had lost his humanity."

Seeing Werther hiding around holding the strange cat, "You want to know why I'm here? Where the hell is this?"

The comedian punched Werther one after another, deliberately forcing Werther towards the window. He also deliberately glanced at the strange red cat who was being protected by Werther.

"Hahahaha, this is so fucking cool. I really wish I had a camera in my hand now. Smartphones in this world are so damn hard to use. I should learn how to do it earlier. I can record videos or something. I have to take it out every day. Savor it once.”

The comedian had already cornered the Pharaoh who was holding the cat, but the Pharaoh looked at the cracked glass behind him and said, "Strengthened glass!"

"Edward, I'm sure you'll be delighted by my confusion!"

Although the Pharaoh was beaten by the comedian, he was happy in his heart. He was very sure that the comedian had been killed by him, so he went down to check his body.

But now he appears in this world. The comedian himself has no ability to come here. This shows one thing. It was Joan who saved him and the dead comedian. This is a good start.

"Thankfully it's tempered glass, otherwise my happy time would have been so short!"

The Comedian pressed forward step by step towards the Pharaoh, spreading his hands to prevent Werther from getting out of the blind corner. He was now confident of victory.

"Do you know? Back then..."

The Pharaoh leaned against the reinforced glass, glanced down, and turned off the light.

"Of course I do...I understand what you mean."

"Turn off the lights. This trick won't work for me. This is not Gotham. There is no Black Bat. He also disappeared recently. I'm not afraid of him now!"

"Now I feel like a fish in water in the dark!" The comedian burst out laughing as he spoke.

Of course he could laugh proudly, although he didn't know why Werther cared so much about the cat in his arms, but this was his chance.

With a whoosh, a golden fountain pen was thrown over with a cold light and hit his head directly.

The comedian was well prepared, tilting his head slightly to avoid the blow, and turned around to look at the place where the pen was thrown.

The Pharaoh, worthy of being a Pharaoh, appeared from the shadow on the left side of the Comedian, hit the head with a high kick, punched the Comedian in the stomach with one hand, and held the cat with the other hand.

"Of course I know it was Joan who saved you. What I'm wondering about is other things. Tell me! Where is he now?"

While speaking, the Pharaoh clenched his right arm and shook it horizontally, leaving a red fist mark on the comedian's face.

"Bah!" The comedian took two steps back and spit out the mixture of saliva and blood in his mouth, "Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

"Looks like I can't beat you, even if you only have one hand!" The comedian took out his gun and shot Werther.

Bang bang bang bang!

The Pharaoh easily dodged left and right without hitting a single shot, and all the bullets were fed into the reinforced glass behind him.

"Everyone is saying I'm crazy, but look at you, your plan! As long as I kill you and expose your plan, I will be a hero to the whole world, and they will give me a medal!!! I want one Golden Smiley, from now on my nickname should be changed. How about Golden Smiley? Werther."

The comedians still don't know that their world has been destroyed.

The bullet that hit the reinforced glass bounced off and hit the Pharaoh's forehead, causing blood to flow down his cheek.

"How does this feel? It feels like you are on the verge of death. Do you still want to hold the cat in your arms? Why don't you let me give it a shot too!"

"Wow woo woo~"

"This damn thing looks pretty smart! Are you trying to kill me? You guys look like you have no way to escape..."

The Pharaoh heard the threat from the comedian and wanted to kill the cat in his arms. He looked at the bullet behind him and saw that the bullets fired by the comedian had formed a circle. He kicked hard with his feet, pushed forward with his right elbow, and jumped out of the window!

wow~

The broken reinforced glass fell together with the Pharaoh. He huddled up and protected the cat in his arms, and fell 4 floors down. This was a slope, and he fell on it and continued to slide down.

He adjusted his posture, jumped outside the glass building, and used the momentum of his fall to do a somersault with his knees in the air.

"Drink!"

He succeeded and jumped onto the hanging basket of the tall building opposite. This was where the high-altitude cleaners cleaned the windows. This was his escape plan. He had already observed it.

Snapped!

But the rope broke quickly. It was not designed to withstand such a great force, and the Pharaoh fell.

"Ha! Damn luck..."

The comedian saw Werther falling for the second time, and the big black cloth under him, which was a rainproof cloak.

He heard the footsteps of security guards behind him, and he knew it was time to leave and avoid pursuit.

The Pharaoh was finally saved by a rainproof curtain. He fell on the cloth and hit the roof of a car and passed out. However, the cat in his arms was protected by him and was safe.

Everyone at the door of the restaurant was frightened by the person falling from the sky. They screamed and ran away and called the emergency number.

Bubastis licked Pharaoh's face, and seeing that he made no movement, he broke free from Pharaoh's hand and left his arms.

It wants to find its own target, and the energy fluctuations there have attracted it deeply, starting from this morning until now.

It has to go quickly or it won't be found.

Fluctuation comes from Gotham.