Operation Red Book

Chapter 501 A bloody mouth

The moonlight shone dappled on the cobblestone road along the Thames. The bluestone was deserted, and along with the moonlight, it was drowned out and crushed by the noise of the market.

In the bustling Chinese market, all kinds of small stalls are set up in the streets and alleys. Crowds of people are bustling between the stalls, and the sounds of shouting and bargaining are endless.

On a small path that runs through the area, a scary-looking clown was dodging the passing crowd in funny postures. Behind him, a group of police officers wearing rabbit ears were desperately chasing him.

People who didn't know what was going on stopped their purchases as they watched this cat-and-mouse game. Many thought it was a special event organized by the government and stood there to watch.

"Don't run!"

"stop!"

"Fxxk!"

"hey-hey!"

The clown nimbly navigates around various obstacles, including but not limited to rocks on the ground, fallen food packaging, a walking couple, an old lady on crutches, and a naked child peeing on the ground.

The clown was very agile. While avoiding obstacles, he could even perform hat tricks and somersaults for passers-by. When he was in high spirits, he would forget himself and salute to ask for rewards amid applause and cheers. He only screamed and continued to run away in a panic when the police officers came after him.

But even with such a tight schedule, he can still do things "within his ability" in his spare time.

For example, when he sees a young and beautiful woman, he will kneel on one knee and kiss her hand to show his love; when he sees an old lady with limited mobility, he will go over and snatch her crutches and then kick her hard; when he sees a child peeing naked, he will squat down and tap her little pussy and then her little balls.

But the police officers behind the clown were not so free to move. The human body could not compare with that of gods for the time being, so they could only assign some police officers to follow the clown closely along the way to prevent him from leaving their sight.

What about the other police officers? They were busy comforting the harassed woman, helping the old lady who collapsed on the ground, and educating the child who urinated in public...

The two sides chased each other for a long time until the clown turned an intersection again and suddenly stopped.

"Clack! Clack!"

The French white-feathered chicken that he had been hiding in his clothes was pulled out and was screaming wildly at the top of its lungs.

The hen was beautiful, with fluffy feathers and a large body, and even her shrill cry was as high and powerful as an operatic coloratura soprano.

Such a plump chicken must taste delicious!

The clown pursed his lips excitedly and licked the white-feathered chicken's neck all around with his long sticky tongue.

The next second, his facial features twitched, and his four lips suddenly split open, revealing the rows and rows of intensively terrifying, carnivorous-looking fangs inside.

The clown's open mouth was twice as big as his head, and his head was three times as big as the French white chicken.

Therefore, when the little chicken head faced the open mouth, it was like facing an unwanted single sofa...it screamed even louder.

But just when the beautiful French white chicken thought it was about to be swallowed whole, the clown suddenly grabbed its head and turned its body around in a full circle.

At the same time, a slender tongue like a sea snake slowly stretched out from the center of the "fang flower" and gradually wrapped around one of the legs of the white-feathered chicken.

The next moment, the clown's mouth suddenly closed, covering the white chicken's legs like a closed flower bud.

"Uh-huh-huh..."

The clown's head was squirming strangely as he frantically sucked the blood of the white-feathered chicken. The blood that filled his mouth slowly seeped out from the gap between his lips, making him look more like a ferocious "piranha plant".

“Click! Click…”

The poor white-feathered chicken had its blood sucked dry by the "pirate plant" before it could even utter a scream. Its head drooped weakly, and its beautiful feathers and dilated eyes lost their luster.

"He's here!"

"Put your hands up! I told you to put your hands up!"

In a flash, the police officers who were chasing the Joker finally arrived after the Joker had eaten and drunk his fill. They surrounded the Joker and pointed their guns at him.

"hey-hey!"

The clown smiled, his teeth were covered with black blood. He threw away the incomplete body of the white-feathered chicken, put his left hand on the elbow of his right hand, and made a standard pistol with his right hand.

"What are you doing! Put your hands up! Both hands above your head!"

"hey-hey!"

The clown just grinned evilly and raised his "pistol" to the sky, as if waiting for something.

He looked relaxed and didn't care about the guns around him at all.

But the leading police officer couldn't wait any longer. He frowned and gave a loud order:

"shot!"

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-"

Fierce gunfire rang out, with each bullet flying towards the clown.

But just as the bullet was about to hit the clown's body, a wisp of white smoke rose from the clown's feet and in the blink of an eye covered his entire body, along with the bullet flying towards him.

"Stop!"

Suddenly an emergency situation occurred and the leading police officer hurriedly issued an order to stop.

The police officers stopped shooting immediately. They all surrounded the white smoke, with their revolvers ready at all times.

I don’t know how long it took, but the white smoke not only did not dissipate, but it became more and more abundant and thicker.

No one knew whether the clown inside was dead, and no one dared to step forward to check.

After a long while, just as the impatient police officer was about to step forward to investigate, a familiar strange voice suddenly appeared in the white fog:

"hey-hey!"

Everyone was horrified and immediately raised their guns that they had just put down.

But before he could pull the trigger, a "pistol" made of hands suddenly appeared above the white fog.

"boom!"

The clown's voice came from the white fog, like children playing in kindergarten.

There was no movement around. The police officers and the surrounding people stood where they were. No one dared to move, as if they had stepped on a landmine that could blow up the entire dock.

until……

The leading police officer took a small step forward...

"boom--"

The white mist exploded instantly, expanding several times and filling a large area.

Countless colorful strips flew out and fell on the police officers and the crowd like flowers scattered from heaven, leaving a mess.

"hey-hey!"

This time, everyone really stopped moving. They stayed where they were, like a group of stone sculptures covered with colorful strips.

Streamers of color were dancing in the air, and the clown was clapping his hands with joy, striding back and forth in front of the people.

"Guillotine! Guillotine! Go to the guillotine!"

The clown shouted happily, and the next second, the crowd covered with colored strips spontaneously lined up in a long queue and left the intersection as if they had received some instructions that they had to follow.

All of this was seen by Ivy who came rushing over.

She stood at a distance, at a loss, watching the situation on the field reverse inexplicably, watching living people obey the clown's orders and line up in front of the guillotine to chop off their waists.

Ivy's breathing suddenly became rapid, and familiar thoughts once again filled her mind, searching her brain like a dry sponge.

The clown... portends disaster...

The clown... portends a terrible disaster...

The phobia strikes again...

"Hey!"

The jumping clown soon spotted Ivy. He slowly turned his head, picked up the bloody white-feathered chicken with his tongue, and shouted to attract attention. Then he smiled evilly, swung the white-feathered chicken in the air for a few rounds, and threw it quickly in Ivy's direction.

"Gah-"

"what--"

Ivy screamed in fear and immediately squatted down with her head in her hands to avoid the bloodless hen.

When she stood up again, the clown was already waiting at the corner of the intersection. He made a face at Ivy again, then disappeared around the corner with a wicked smile.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Ivy was really angry this time. She pulled out the electric whip from deep in her pocket and pressed the button on the top fiercely.

The silvery white electric current immediately covered the entire whip rope, twisting wildly like a mad silver snake.

"You! Go to Shisanfang and call Bofu! Go quickly!"

She grabbed someone at random and yelled without caring about her image.

After saying that, she got hot-headed and chased after him, holding the silver snake in her hand.

"hey-hey!"

"Stop right there! Stop right there!"

"slightly!"

"I told you to stand there! Damn it! Do you want to die?"

The clown was jumping around the street, with Ivy chasing after him.

She was extremely angry. The clown's figure appeared to be moving closer and farther away in her sight, which was obviously a provocation.

He deliberately walked into a crowded street and jumped up and down in the crowd. Ivy had to put away the electric whip, and his whole face turned purple-red like pig liver.

"hey-hey!"

Suddenly, the clown screamed, scaring Ivy and other passers-by so much that they froze in place.

He shook his balloon-like head and turned slowly towards Ivy.

The next second, he opened his bloody mouth and pounced towards Ivy with twisted limbs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh—”

"Guillotine! Hey, hey! Go to the guillotine!"