Operation Red Book

Chapter 518 The Best Way to Overcome Fear

"hey-hey!"

On the banks of the Thames where the evening breeze was howling, the clown laughed grimly and opened his bloody mouth.

"Hey Hey!"

The smelly and sticky tongue coiled out like a sea snake, crushing the mouth full of sharp teeth, taking away pieces of blood.

He stood still with interest, watching Ivy tremble with fear.

This look reminded people of the African savannah. He was like a hyena squatting on a hill with its tongue pursed, enjoying playing with its prey before biting it.

Facing the monster, Ivy instinctively stepped back, but accidentally tripped over her stiff calves and fell silently to the ground.

"Okay, that's how it is..." Ivy cried desperately in her heart, "The clown's disaster has finally befallen me, hasn't it..."

"hey-hey!"

The clown laughed again and jumped towards her step by step.

Tears were forced down her cheeks again, her strength drained away by the overwhelming fear, she trembled and closed her eyes tightly.

No one wants to see a scary monster before dying, especially a classic American clown.

"hey-hey!"

There was another hideous laugh, as if it was right next to Ivy's ear. She shuddered violently, and a chill ran up her spine.

The Joker's Nemesis... Who is the Joker's Nemesis? Ivy couldn't help but wonder.

Batman, the Joker's nemesis is of course Batman...

But there is no Batman here, she is isolated and helpless, and she is alone here.

Herself, and the fear that filled her whole body...

Fear, fear everywhere, fear coming from nowhere, fear that comes from nowhere...

Fear is everywhere...

She was afraid of spiders, afraid that spiders would crawl onto her body; she was afraid of her mother, afraid of her mother's cold eyes and indifferent attitude; she was afraid of vampires, afraid that Dalton's terrible fangs would pierce her throat, afraid that her blood would be taken away and she would be powerless to do anything...

Fear arose from this, and she found the source - hurt, past hurt.

But, to be honest, she was not afraid of vampires anymore. Dalton was dead, and his body, with a cross piercing his heart, was kept in the newly built church in the town of Rye. With Jacob and Walter in charge, it was impossible for him to be resurrected again.

Vampires, vampire lords... But she was not afraid of Lord Leon. He protected herself, he protected Joshua, he liked her, he and Joshua both liked her, there was no way he would hurt her...

Thinking of this, Ivy couldn't help but open her eyes.

The Joker stood before her, his scarlet eyes rotten.

Yes, fear is everywhere, but there are more than enough ways to deal with it.

For example, the truth... The truth brings peace of mind, and what is even more surprising is that the forgotten truth is now hidden in her bulging pockets.

"hey-hey!"

"ah!"

Without any warning, the Joker's hideous smile was suppressed by Ivy's angry roar, and the next second the light of "Truth" illuminated the faces of the two.

"Zi la la-"

Ivy swung the electric whip in her hand with great force, and her fingers turned pink as she heard the numbing sound.

"Oh!"

The silvery white electric current rose high like a silver snake, and quickly bit into the clown's wide-open mouth, making a shocking loud noise.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The silver snake immediately burned the lips of the carnivorous plant, causing the long and slender tongue to retract.

The clown screamed wildly, his voice as sharp and shrill as a hydrogen balloon that had been opened.

The lips, which had no time to retract, instinctively closed tightly, but unexpectedly bit the twisting electric snake.

The electric whip drilled into the clown's mouth fiercely, and at the same time, took advantage of the moment of his relaxation to release the silver-white electric current to his whole body.

In just a blink of an eye, the clown's entire body was covered with fast-moving silver-white electric light.

The dazzling white illuminated Ivy's determined eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, and her four fingers were sore and numb from excessive gripping.

She frowned, staring at the clown's eyeballs, which were whitened, and refused to look away.

She wanted to remember this moment, to overcome her fear, her hurt, and her past self. She wanted to remember it forever...

As long as she is no longer stiff, as long as she is willing to move, fear will no longer be able to hold her back. She will be omnipotent and indestructible.

"Uhhhhhhhh-"

The clown's scream lasted for a full five seconds. Amid the loud screams and a flash of silver light, his body gradually stiffened and he slowly fell backwards like a plaster statue.

The moment it touched the ground, the clown's body instantly turned into countless black ashes, and soon was blown into the surging river by the bleak evening breeze.

Everything turned to ashes, just like her fear.

Ivy exhaustedly turned off the current switch. The thick black steel rope was emitting white hot steam and was slightly red inside.

Ivy didn't think too much. The moment she reached out to touch the steel rope, she retracted her hand because she was burned. She threw the handle of the electric whip out, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the floor.

There was a stinging pain in the palm of my hand, and a red mark slowly appeared.

She slumped on the ground, staring blankly at her palms.

Hot tears dripped onto the scalded red skin, causing a dull pain again. This cycle repeated over and over again, making it boring and irritating.

"It hurts..."

Ivy wiped her tears aggrievedly, then slowly stood up by supporting herself on the floor.

Her legs were numb from being pressed down, and it took Ivy some effort to slowly stand up.

But just as she was about to bend down to reach her electric whip, a pair of big feet suddenly appeared in her sight.

She was so frightened that she paused and her breathing immediately became rapid.

Those feet were black and white.

The clone... She used all her strength to defeat one of the Joker's clones...

"Roar--"

The other party stopped playing games, roared, and rushed towards her, knocking her to the ground.

When Ivy reacted again, the clown had his lips wide open, getting closer and closer to her head.

"Roar--"

The clown roared again, and his foul breath sprayed on Ivy's face, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.

"Roar--"

"do not want!"

The teeth approached again, and Ivy could feel the slender tongue lifting her gauze, and also feel a hard blade cutting her cheek.

She was going to be eaten... Ivy couldn't help but scream out loud.

"Cha-"

At the critical moment, a familiar sound of body piercing awakened her consciousness, followed by the heavy oppression being lifted up.

Ivy was confused and when she opened her eyes she could only see the dark night sky.

"Cha-"

There was another piercing sound, and the clown's scream rang out in the distance. Five seconds later, black smoke slowly drifted into her sight with the breeze.

"Are you ok?"

Bofu's cold voice came from above her head, but Ivy couldn't see his figure clearly.

"I can't stand up anymore." Ivy said truthfully, her voice filled with grievance.

"and many more."

Bo Fu replied, he reached out to catch the flying sword, squatted down and turned Ivy over.

"Thank you, ancestor!"

Ivy said with all her might, her voice so loud that the surrounding boats shook a few times.

"Shut up!"

Bofu said sternly, and the next second, he raised his sword and stabbed it hard at Ivy's right eye.