The clown walked out of the underground control room under the escort of the controlled heroes, while waving his arms madly:

"Everything should return to its most primitive appearance, hate each other and kill each other. This is what this world should look like!"

"By the way, don't forget to destroy the information center. Only games that are kept in the dark are interesting."

The clown who entered the elevator turned around and looked at the clown girl who had become silent behind her.

He didn't notice the trace of entanglement and unbearance flashing in Harley's eyes, he said:

"Speaking of this, my dear, don't you think this city is becoming more and more like our hometown Gotham?"

"Smell it, the chaotic smell emitted from the air..."

"I've started to like it, really!"

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"Click"

On the streets of Queens, the mutants and assailants surrounded by gunmen watched the pictures on the street TV in full.

The old Stan, who was protecting the young man, sighed.

He felt the change in the attitudes of the hesitant gunmen around him.

What the clown did stimulated them, and the shadows and fear of death had already enveloped them.

They were frightened and it was difficult for them to calm down and think.

"You saw it too!"

The gunman with a baseball cap gritted his teeth, his eyes reddened at the mutant in front of him, and he said:

"That madman is forcing us, we have no choice..."

"Sorry, we really have no choice."

His fingers were trembling, and he was incoherent, and he pointed his gun at Old Stein in front of him, and he said:

"You are not a mutant, old man, get out of the way! I won't hurt you, I just know..."

"Don't think about it!"

The guys around Old Stan were silently moving away, but he himself gritted his teeth and spread his arms to block the young men.

The stubborn old man said:

"I've been on the battlefield, I've fought the *** devils, and I've fought with the heroes..."

"You guys can't scare me!"

"Bastard! How much energy and time have those people spent to eliminate the hostility between mutants and humans, but you have to provoke it with your own hands..."

"You are all a bunch of idiots, I won't allow you to do this!"

"You're a human! Bastard!"

Another gunman walked forward, he pushed Old Stan, and he shouted:

"If we don't kill them now, we will die..."

"You should stand on your fellow countrymen's side!"

"Don't be stupid!"

Old Stan, who had been punched several times on his face, waved his cane and knocked the gunman back, and he also roared and shouted:

"You are also a racist idiot? Open your dog's eyes and look at it! We are no different from them!"

"Bang"

While they were arguing, someone had already fired.

The bullet flew across the injured girl's hair, making her scream, and the other mutants began to call on their abilities and prepared to fight back.

No one wants to die!

A conflict is about to break out.

"Enough!"

The roar sounded at this moment, and Wolverine Logan, wearing a black and yellow combat uniform, jumped off the roof.

He blocked his compatriots, blocked the bullets shot for them, and then knocked the gunmen to the ground as Mars splashed.

But they didn't kill them.

"This city is already in chaos! Everyone, stop causing trouble."

Logan reached out and hugged the injured girl in his arms, and he left with these mutants.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the desperate ordinary people.

Then he looked at Old Stan again, and Old Stan widened his eyes, he pointed his finger at Logan, and he said:

"You are...Logan! I've seen you! In the Rhine, you are a member of the Roaring Commando! You also gave me a cigar!"

"I don't have any impression of it, I have a bad memory."

A trace of entanglement flashed across Logan's face, and he glanced at the situation around him.

He said to Old Stein:

"We built defenses at Xavier Mutants Academy, which can resist the volleys of those motherships."

"If you want to take your family to take refuge, we welcome all innocent people...but don't bring weapons!"

"Tell more people this news..."

Logan reached out and patted Old Stein on the shoulder, and he said:

"Brother, what you said just now is very good. We shouldn't be foolish in killing each other."

The overwhelmed gunmen took Logan's power and dared not refute it.

They watched Logan leave with a few mutants, and they looked at each other.

"Go tell others about this."

Old Stan, who had just been punched a few times, waved to Logan. He turned around, snorted, and said to the others:

"You guys, go and take their relatives over and meet up here. We go to the mutant place to take refuge... don't bring weapons, don't do stupid things!"

“I have a truck.”

The man wearing a baseball cap suddenly said:

"It's used to transport goods, it's a bit dirty, but it can carry a lot of people...I can drive it out."

"Then why are you still standing there?"

Old Stan looked at the other people, waving his crutches and shouting:

"Action quickly! Don't you want to live anymore?"

The shout made others wake up, and they immediately turned around and rushed towards their neighborhood.

After the others left, the man with a baseball cap looked back at Old Stan, and he said with some guilt:

"Thank you, brother, if it weren't for you...we, we almost..."

"That bastard's fist is so heavy, but that's nothing."

Old Stan touched the bruises on his face, and he looked at the city covered in chaos with a little dazed, and the old man whispered:

"Oh... look at all this in front of me. It makes me feel like I'm back on the battlefield, but it's much worse than the battlefield."

"We can't wait for others to come and save us."

Old Stan waved to several guys in his shop and asked them to drive over. He turned his head and said to the man with a baseball cap:

"We have to save ourselves. But don't be afraid, there will definitely be someone who will stand up to stop all this, I know."

The old man snorted and said:

"There will definitely be someone breaking this darkness..."

"Heroes will appear at this time and become the beacon to illuminate the darkness. We must be full of confidence in them."

"A person like the clown is not afraid at all. Believe me, he will fail..."
Chapter completed!