Joker!

Isn’t this the person who just met me online?

"Or you can call me another name, Joker." The clown said, and came to the table and stepped on one of the wrists of the other: "I didn't hurt your aorta and veins just now, so you still have 30-90 minutes at the ideal time, but considering the complications, your lungs will be congested, so there should be only about fifteen minutes left. These fifteen minutes are just enough for me to have breakfast."

The clown said slowly, picking up a chair from the side.

"ah!"

The next second, Fukuda Hideo screamed, and the clown broke his legs and hands directly with his stool legs.

"That's all, I can have breakfast with peace of mind." After the clown finished all these, he looked at his work with satisfaction.

Anti-biology bends arms and arms, swelling caused by breakage.

Under the painful twist of Eio Fukuda, the wound kept bleeding out.

"Hehe, it's not bad, it's just a bit rough, but that's it." The clown picked and picked up the table, found a few or two breads he liked to eat, and then took a box of milk and a piece of bacon.

He came to the desk with a broom and threw the excess on the ground.

Make room for your own breakfast.

"I'm going to start." The clown bar mask lifted up and pressed it on his head, but the sound sounded no less than a demon to Hieo Fukuda.

The limbs cannot move, and only the torso can twist, but every move will cause heart-wrenching pain.

"Do you know? Actually, I am a relatively introverted and passive person. I will come to the door only if someone invites me, hehehe, but thanks to your initiative, we can become friends like we are now, right?"

"But my friend, you shouldn't say bad things about Kashima... I've explained it to you... so much!" The clown opened his hands while eating bread, and compared it with so many positions. "I'm tired of typing, so I came to my door this time and wanted to tell you in person that Kashima is a good person, he is a person in the sun, and only a waste like me, losers will always live in the shadows."

“Ho…ho…”

The blood had entered the alveoli of Fukuda Eiyu's alveoli, so that blood foam began to overflow from his mouth.

But it's a pity that I can't say anything.

The clown finished breakfast quickly, but it seemed that only ten minutes had passed.

The clown was already dying at his feet. In addition to a post about Akira Kashima, there was also a post saying that charity embezzled money.

Eio Fukuda has already posted some comments, and it is true that those netizens who criticize online are just envious and jealous.

"It's really a waste of time." The clown shook his head, "I originally planned to leave the rest of the breakfast for you, but I would rather throw it away now!"

The clown grabbed the remaining bread and milk.

Open one by one.

The bread was torn, the milk was opened, and all poured into the toilet.

"Hahahaha, are you angry? I won't give it to you even if I throw it away! Hahahaha!"

Finally, the clown made a mess here, messing around, then jumped around and put on a mask, and closed the door seriously when he left.

The whole action looks funny, but if there is a bystander, you will only feel chilled.

"It's great to help Kashima solve some troubles." The clown walked down the residential building, and he was very careful just now that he didn't let the blood get on him.

I came downstairs and was about to leave.

Suddenly I saw a woman walking in at the entrance of the community.

The clown's pupils shrank, then turned around and crawled back to the residential building.

At the same time, the woman saw the clown mask and chased after her, running, pulling out her pistol from her waist and holding it in her hand.

There are eight floors in this building, and the clown climbs upwards with both hands and feet.

He knew that woman.

Before he attacked the Knights, he saw in the electrician's file that this was a member of the Knights organization, but he didn't know the other party's code name, nor did he know what the other party's profession was in reality.

The woman was blown dry with a gun from behind and chased her to the rooftop.

The clown hid behind the door and prepared to attack.

But this woman was very skilled. When she walked out of Tiantian, she noticed someone's sneak attack, so she dodged by and kicked the clown away with one kick.

It rolled down to the edge of the rooftop without any fences in the old building.

"Cough cough" The clown coughed twice, then raised his hands over his head and slowly got up from the ground. "Hehe, don't be nervous, don't be impulsive, I have nothing on my body, don't kill me."

The woman pointed the gun at the clown, and now the other party has nowhere to go.

"On the day you betray the organization, you should think of your own fate. Now I advise you not to take off your mask if you don't have any marksmanship that you shouldn't have." The woman said.

The clown looked nervous, stretched forward with one hand to tell the other party not to shoot, and slowly applied his hand to his face, took off the mask, revealing his pale face, but there was no fear, but with an almost pathological smile.

After throwing the mask on the ground, raise your hands again.

"Hehe, really, don't shoot. I didn't betray it on purpose. In fact, there are some misunderstandings in the middle, which I can explain...and you see, I have nowhere to go now..."

"There is no need to explain, it's a waste!" The woman opened the insurance, clapped the gun with her slender fingers again, and was about to shoot. The clown was really weird, and the smile on the other person's face looked disgusting.

But at this moment, the pale clown, namely Sakurai Kei, frowned as if he was thinking, and then: "Hahahaha, I understand! You are...announcer!"

Just as the other person's face was stunned for a moment, the clown continued to laugh, but his body was lying backwards.

"Goodbye." The clown made a lip shape and then disappeared on the eaves of the rooftop.

The announcer was startled and ran over quickly. He happened to see Kei Sakurai smashing through three plastic canopies placed on the windows, and finally landing on the garbage bags below.

She turned around and was about to chase down the stairs.

After a leap of faith, the clown survives the disaster.

But it was not like in the movie, where I could stand up and continue running after rolling in pain.

His left calf was pierced by the broken clothes hanger in the garbage bag, and his back and waist were sucked by the wine bottle inside. The can was so painful. More importantly, his face was pierced by a broken glass, and his face was covered with blood!

"Ho ho...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The clown doesn't cry.

The clown can only laugh.

At most, he smiled ugly, and was mixed with a vague hissing and screaming.

When the announcer ran downstairs and walked around to the near the garbage dump, the clown was gone.

One hour later.

The clown returned home in a panic, took out his cell phone and called Akira Kashima.

No one answered.

"Sorry, no one answered the call you made, please dial later."

While smiling, he lay down on the bed without any concerns about the pain and continued to make the phone call.

"Sorry, no one answered the call you made, please dial later."

"Sorry, no one answered the call you made, please dial later."

"Sorry, no one answered the call you made. Please dial later..."

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Chapter completed!