After sending away the Scarecrow, the Penguin let out a sigh of relief and slumped down on his seat again. The clowns and scarecrows who took turns tonight made him feel neurasthenic.
Back in the office, he picked up his glass of milk again. The glass of milk had turned from hot milk to cold, with only 1/4 left.
Penguin decided to drink it and then get off work.
He picked up the cup.
He put his mouth close to the rim of the cup.
If there is no accident, there will be an accident at this time.
But nothing happened.
Penguin took a deep breath and smiled.
That's right, the clown broke in before, and the scarecrow just broke in. This time, no one will break in again, right?
He drank the milk into his mouth with peace of mind, and then the next second.
A younger brother stumbled into his office, with a look of horror on his face, and once again tripped on the bright carpet.
"Oops, boss! It's Bain! Bain is here!"
Milk spurted out from his hooked nose again.
10 minutes later.
The Penguin walked with Bane on the rooftop of the Iceberg Restaurant with a bad face.
"Follow me, Penguin."
Seeing that the Penguin seemed to have no intention of speaking, Bain spoke first. His voice sounded like a hole in his throat, with some abnormal vibrato, which made the Penguin shudder.
Strange, this sound sounds like a pathological reaction that occurs just after inhaling the clown's special laughing gas.
Penguin silently thought to himself that for so many years in Gotham, he had almost become accustomed to encountering psychopaths tortured by the Joker virus on the road, so he was naturally very familiar with them.
"I know Scarecrow has been to your place, right?"
Penguin originally wanted to tell a lie, but it was meaningless.
He wasn't sure how Bain knew about the Scarecrow who had been here just a few minutes ago.
So he opened his mouth and said:
"Yes, he is here, as always. Klein lamented over and over again, as if the world was ruled by him. Creating fear is his specialty, but he is also the one who is most often frightened."
"You criticize him a lot, but you still walk between the two parties. This is your nature." Bain replied, his eyes shining with rationality:
"Egoism is the purest motive. I believe in him and rely on him. Every city is dominated by egoism."
"I know your family's history in this city, Copperpat, and I understand how deeply you feel about her brick walls, her mortar, and her steel bars. You are not like those speculative Gotham monsters.
They always want to win her without sacrifice, and then be defeated in the shadow of Batman."
Bain said: "Same as you, I understand how much hard work it takes. I also understand the feeling of being played in the palm of someone's hand. I understand the feeling of being so desperate that it feels like a ray of light on your back."
He said: "This city has failed the men and women who built it. They worked hard but ended up lying dead on the streets. This is the law of this city, so it is natural."
His voice floated in the evening breeze of Gotham.
"——This is the inevitable price of progress. Old buildings should not be demolished and new ones should not be built. Death is just a part of the law of nature. Believe me, I have just experienced the topic of death."
Penguin said in his heart:
"Nonsense, did you just die once before?"
Although he was thinking this, Penguin's eyes still lingered on the green sprouts sprouting from the other half of Bane's body.
These green shoots should have grown on a century-old tree, not on Bane's biceps.
"I came to you almost unprepared, Bane, because I know that for now, we still need each other." The Penguin was not in the mood to waste time on feeling pregnant.
He said.
"You are used to adapting to the wind, Penguin, but I will stick to it until the end."
Bain put a pair of big hands on the Penguin's shoulders. He had no doubt that if the Penguin wanted to, these hands could break his neck in the next second.
"You are suspected by both me and those Arkham people."
"Yes, well, it's a talent. I don't think it's shameful to do whatever it takes -"
But Penguin saw that Bain had stopped paying attention to him. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, silently observing the cool city in the evening breeze.
"This place is both chaotic and orderly, both organized and anarchic. The tug and pull between each other is the real culprit that has tortured Gotham City in these decades. It was like this long before you and me, long before Batman
That’s how it was before.”
"Gotham has been rotting and stinking in the mud for so many years, and Arkham Asylum is the largest concentration of viruses in the city."
"And it's time for us to eradicate this mental cancer that is draining the entire city."
"I will give Gotham City what it really needs - a firm direction."
"And you, Copopat. I need you to provide me with information about Blackgate Prison, and when the Arkham people turn to you for asylum, provide me with their intelligence, and even join my camp." p>
"Intelligence and good opportunities are your job, but hiding a knife behind a smile will become your ruthless means."
The Penguin looked at the burly freak without fear: "But I prefer to stand by and watch, Bane. I have already guessed what you want to do to Blackgate Prison, which is why I talked nonsense with you.
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There are things that interest me there, things that you can provide with just a little effort when you are in a high position."
Penguin pinched the brim of his hat: "His name is Ignatius Ogilvy.
He was once my right-hand man, the Emperor Penguin, and I regarded him as my own son. Hahaha..."
Penguin lowered his head and smiled, but when he raised his head, the smile on his face was quickly pulled away like a puppet who had lost control.
"He was someone who wanted to replace me."
"I still have a lot of things to give back to him. He still owes me a life...his wanton life. You have to bring him to me."
Bain agreed.
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"Bruce, have you really made your decision?" Lucius Fox is the president and technical director of Wayne Group. He is Batman's royal scientist, one of the most trusted people, and one of the few who knows Batman's true identity.
people.
"A fully sealed tempered glass jar, as long as it is closed, can never be opened again. The inside is completely sealed, sealed in multiple layers, and not even a little gas can escape?"
Lucius repeatedly confirmed his request to Chen Tao: "It is equipped with high-tech devices that can turn living people into quarks, enough to kill people in an instant and eliminate all possibilities of resurrection?"
The scientist couldn't help but complain in his heart. Who can be resurrected after being beaten into quark-level particles?
And what do you think Quark is, the ice cream you bought downstairs? Or some new browser?
So he could only scratch his head with a headache: "The quark level is impossible, but there is no problem in directly killing the person in the glass coffin. The only problem is."