Chapter 130: Clown I Want to Play Games Too

"This bastard was defeated by me. How could he be recognized by the Trident of Poseidon? The answer to this question is definitely B!"

Om gritted his teeth and made a choice.

But unfortunately, he was not a quiz player, so he could not get any rewards regardless of whether he answered correctly or not.

The Trident of Poseidon, in the eyes of many people, was just a legendary artifact, but Om knew very well that this artifact was not a legend, but a real one!

Over the years, many strong men in Atlantis followed the clues to find the Trident of Poseidon, but from beginning to end, no one succeeded!

They did not come back alive.

Om never believed that his bastard brother could do it!

Eternal space.

Bruce saw that everyone else was silent, so he spoke first: "Arthur Curry, I think you can do it, get this Poseidon Trident, and then thwart King Orm's ambition to start a war!"

Diana nodded and said: "It is indeed very likely. In the last video, you have found the information about the trident."

"But I was caught again, and I lost to Orm in the duel..." Arthur Curry was a little confused about the future.

Diana smiled and said: "You are not fighting alone, Meila and Vico, they will help you.

The most important thing is that in the future video, King Orm does not know that they have betrayed, so even if you are caught, you still have a chance to escape successfully. One failure is nothing, don't you have enough confidence in yourself?"

Hearing her mention Vico, Arthur Curry couldn't help but worry, "I don't know how they are now."

"The situation should not be good, but believe me, keep answering questions, as long as you get more points, you can get magical rewards, then it will be very simple to rescue the people you care about." Bruce said.

Arthur suddenly had an idea: "I wonder if this game can bring the dead back to life?"

He thought of his mother.

Arthur's mother was executed by Atlantis because she fell in love with a human and gave birth to a child. Arthur has always felt guilty and hateful for this. He thinks he killed his mother.

If there is a chance, he certainly hopes to be able to revive his mother.

Bruce glanced at Clark and pondered: "Resurrection of the dead? Maybe it can be done. So far, the rewards given by this game have never disappointed people. Of course, the premise is that you have to win the game!"

"That's good, I'm never afraid of challenges!" Arthur finally smiled when he heard this.

With a goal and motivation, he said confidently: "The correct answer to this question must be a! As long as I want, I can do it!"

Bruce and Diana also chose a, but Clark was still absent-minded. While the countdown for answering the question has not started, he asked Bruce: "How are they now? Have you found Martha and Louise?"

Bruce has actually been paying attention to the movements of the Avengers. It is not difficult for him to do many things at the same time.

He immediately said: "It went smoothly. They have found the place where the hostages are being held. Wait, they will bring good news soon."

He was naturally confident in the Avengers. The most important thing was that this was a surprise force. No matter how cunning the enemy was, they would not expect superheroes from another world to come to their door.

In Bruce Wayne's judgment, the enemies who secretly dealt with Superman should have relaxed their vigilance at this time, because Superman and Batman were not on Earth.

When the Avengers rushed in, would they definitely give them a surprise?

No, it should be a shock!

Lex Luthor's men were indeed frightened at this moment.

Everyone was pale, their feet were weak, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they squatted on the ground like little chickens caught in the rain.

In front of them was a weirdo dressed in clown makeup, humming an inexplicable tune and playing with a dagger in his hand.

"Honestly, I'm in a bad mood today, very, very, very bad!"

"What a great game? Why don't you invite me?"

"Look, I changed my look to be able to participate in this game!"

The clown had a crazy smile on his face, and while speaking, he waved the dagger, and the sharp blade always passed by people's eyes dangerously.

As long as his hand shakes, he can directly poke the eyeballs!

"You, what are you going to do?"

The bald black man is the leader of Luthor's men. Looking at the swaying blade in front of him, his forehead is covered with cold sweat, and his voice is shaking uncontrollably.

To be honest, they have made full psychological preparations for taking on this job.

Knowing that the opponents they are facing are superheroes such as Superman and Batman that make bad guys and villains tremble.

But they are not very scared.

Because they all knew that these superheroes who uphold justice were not difficult to deal with. If they could beat them, they would beat them. If they couldn't beat them, they would kneel down and beg for mercy. They would not lose their lives.

Everyone knew that these vigilantes usually did not kill people.

What's more, Superman and Batman were participating in that weird quiz game at the moment and were not on Earth.

So this group of people were relatively relaxed, and even bought beer and snacks, and watched the live broadcast of the quiz game leisurely.

Unexpectedly, while they were drinking wine, eating barbecue and watching the live broadcast, this clown weirdo came to their door. He was crazy but extremely powerful and controlled them easily.

After seeing the cruel and crazy methods of this clown monster, they fell deeply into panic.

Because those who are not afraid have become cold corpses, and their deaths are extremely miserable.

"What am I going to do?" The clown put the dagger against the bald man's neck and tilted his head. "That's a really good question. What am I going to do? What on earth is my mother going to do to provoke Fake?"

boom!

The dagger didn't move, and the gunshot suddenly rang out.

The clown suddenly pulled out the pistol from his arms with his other hand and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

The bald man froze and closed his eyes subconsciously, but found that it was not him who died, but the innocent subordinate next to him...

"Ha, this gun went off!" The clown seemed to be frightened by the gun in his hand, and threw the gun away with a strange scream.

Seeing his crazy appearance, the bald man and the others felt cold in their hearts. This was really a ghost!

They would rather fight Superman and Batman than face such a madman!

"I remembered!"

The clown suddenly regained his composure and licked his lips, "Why is there no me in such a fun game? I'm very unhappy, very unhappy, very, very unhappy!

As luck would have it, a group of outsiders broke into Gotham...so, how about we play a game? "