The Scarecrow discovered that he had made a mistake.
He intended to unite the clown and unite this powerful colleague, but he forgot that the other party was a madman.
And "madmen" don't care about plans.
Of course, he Scarecrow is also a madman, what the hell.
This is why he is now lying on the ground with a bruised nose and face. The fear gas has no effect on the clown, but the clown did not kill him, but just beat him until he lay here in shame, like a dying Shiba Inu.
"Wow. It seems that I came at the wrong time."
Someone pushed the door open and came in.
The Scarecrow saw a pair of feet first.
Brown leather boots and off-white windbreaker. But when the Scarecrow looked up, he found that the other person was his old friend, Edward Nygma.
The Riddler.
It's strange that Nygma is not wearing his iconic green coat full of question marks, the question mark cane, the iconic eye patch, and the green hat.
He was only wearing casual clothes, like a clerk who had just gotten off work.
"Wow, what's going on? I heard that the clown is with you. It's really troublesome. This is a bit beyond my expectation."
The Scarecrow saw the Riddler squatting down and said:
"Can you please tell me where the clown went? Really - halfway through the plan, if the main actor ran away casually, it wouldn't be fun anymore."
The scarecrow barely stood up.
He saw the figures following the Riddler: Movie Freak, Amygdala, and yes, Ventriloquist and Killer Croc.
They are all prisoners who escaped from Arkham Asylum.
When did the Riddler recruit them?
But what caught the Scarecrow's attention the most was the large living person held by Killer Crocodile.
"You got Jim Gordon - that surprises me. Nygma, what on earth do you want to do?"
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Didi didi!
The mobile phone on Chen Tao's waist rang.
He stood up: "I'm sorry, Mr. March, I think we'll stop here today. We have reached a consensus on cooperation, and I believe we will be as harmonious as a family in the future."
Lincoln March started to struggle again. The two words family seemed to imply something, but they seemed to be just normal metaphors.
He walked out of the gate of Old Wayne Tower full of questions and melancholy, and then shook his head at the black shadow on the rooftop in the distance.
Action cancelled.
He originally planned to use a false assassination launched by the claw to bring closer the relationship between Lincoln and Bruce, and at the same time clear the doubts about Lincoln, making Batman think that they are on the same side——
But now these should be postponed.
His mind was so confused now that he was not even in the mood to find out who had just called Batman. He just wanted to be quiet now. Today he heard a completely different story from what the court told him, although he was originally a man who had
A rebellious traitor, but this still had a huge impact on him.
A few minutes later.
Pulled by the hook rope, Chen Tao landed lightly on the rooftop of a building. It looked like the roof of a private house, with clothes hanging to dry on it.
Thanks to Bane Bat's memory, he finally learned how to use the grapple gun. Chen Tao silently unmodified the muscles from this Batman on his limbs, and then quietly walked behind the two people standing on the edge of the rooftop.
Chen Tao pressed his finger against the communicator: "I'm here, Killer Croc."
"Wow!"
Killer Crocodile jumped up from where he was in fright, and almost fell from the edge of the rooftop.
"Hell Batman, uh, I mean the boss."
Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"
The short figure standing next to Killer Croc is none other than Penguin.
His face was serious: "Batman, we are in big trouble."
Chen Tao didn't speak, he stared at the other person. Penguin knew this meant "speak quickly".
"I have something stolen. It's a bomb."
"Ha, what's the point? Don't you get stolen often? You're used to it."
Killer Croc said carelessly: "Hahaha, not only do I know that you are always being stolen, but you are also always being robbed openly."
He continued to make a not very smart voice: "I thought you were mysteriously asking me to contact Batman for you, but that's it?"
"It's not common for you to be robbed. Someone who is poor will sometimes rob you. I've stolen from you before..."
"Shut up. Let the penguin talk."
"Oh, okay."
Killer Crocodile used his palm as big as a cattail leaf to cover his face, leaving only his two eyes flickering outside.
The Penguin stared at Killer Crocodile angrily, and then said: "But what I was robbed this time was a nuclear bomb."
"What?"
Killer Croc snorted, covering his mouth, and the sound rushed out of his ears.
"I said what I was robbed this time was a nuclear bomb, damn Jesus," the Penguin said very quickly: "I have been hiding it in the warehouse -"
"Wardfark! Penguin, you are hiding a nuclear bomb, and you are selling nuclear bombs?"
Killer Croc shouted loudly: "For so many years, we have been living on a nuclear bomb? What kind of lunatic is the clown? You are the lunatic. The clown should kowtow to you twice when he sees it!"
Penguin blushed furiously: "That's enough, that's not for sale! If you're selling nuclear bombs, how about selling nuclear bombs? If you're selling arms!"
The short Penguin was so confident that he burst out with momentum and suppressed Killer Crocodile.
The big man with green scales turned half of his body and muttered aggrievedly: "I know you have always been an arms dealer, but I thought arms generally refer to grenades, submachine guns and rocket launchers, not tanks, armed helicopters, jet fighters and nuclear weapons.
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As he spoke, the big green man began to scold him confidently:
"I thought the business of selling tanks and fighter jets was already the most outrageous arms deal in the world."
"The goods that leaked out when that country was disintegrated," Penguin explained:
"I just got this by chance, not a stable supply. It happened a long time ago. I was not very strong at the time, so I only got two."
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"Wadfalk, wait, you got two?"
Killer Croc suddenly discovered Hua Dian.
"It's okay, it's okay, only one was stolen."
"Oh, I know. What about the other one?"
"I resold it."
"Not for Sale".
Killer Crocodile whispered: "Although I know it's not a good idea to ask these questions, I still want to ask quietly - how much did you sell it for?"
Penguin thought for a moment and held out five fingers.
"50 million?"
"500 million."
Chen Tao estimated in his mind that the cost of the Justice League watchtower was about 500 billion, and this nuclear bomb sold about 1/1000 of the watchtower.
A Bat Plane costs about 5 billion, and this nuclear bomb cost 1/10 of the price of the plane.
You just sell out such dangerous things for such a small amount of money?
Chen Tao feels tired.
"All the people I arranged in the warehouse were killed. They didn't know what they were guarding."
Penguin said: "Killed with a knife to the throat, a professional killer's technique, they died before they could react. It was impossible to tell who did it from the scene. Victor Zass? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warriors Alliance? Or?
Which master is good at swordsmanship?"
He said: "I have no clue, Batman, this matter is beyond the level I can handle. I am a criminal, but not a psychopath. I bought nuclear bombs just to sell them."
He said: "Whether it's the Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, or the Riddler, it's not the most important thing now."
He said: "The nuclear bomb cannot be found. If it is detonated in Gotham-"