Killer Crocodile bit the mouse into pieces, and the broken bones mixed with blood dripped from his fangs, causing red ripples in the water.
He opened his mouth and exhaled a bloody breath.
Killer Crocodile Waylon Jones has a height of over 2.2 meters, dark blue scales that can withstand direct rifle fire, and cold-lighting claws and fangs, making him more like a large crocodile walking upright than a human being.
He looks fierce and not too smart.
But even though his mind succumbed to primitive perceptions and animal instincts, he still clearly remembered the name of the person who hurt him.
"B-en!"
The name echoed in his mind like an endless scream.
He walked through the darkness of Gotham City's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemy in the universe of stinky explosions, filth and waste gas.
His arm was still aching. Last time, he only managed one move in front of Bain and his arm was broken.
Killer Croc knows very well that he has become a tool for Bane to prove his strength to Batman: This is a great humiliation and an unparalleled motivation.
The anger in the beast's heart is burning. In nature, crocodiles have always been an animal with a strong desire for revenge.
But... before taking revenge, he has to find something to eat.
Thinking of this, the ferocious beasts can no longer be intimidated.
He snorted loudly.
Woo, I'm hungry, but the mouse is not hungry at all...
It's okay, I won't be hungry after a while.
The big crocodile squatted in the garbage heap in grievance. Although he is a warm-blooded creature, he still has certain characteristics of a reptile, such as he likes to sit motionless for hours.
But at this moment, his keen sense of smell detected a scent. The scent was so alluring that he stretched out his curled body like a hedgehog.
So fragrant! So fragrant! What does this smell like? It’s roasted whole pig!
No, the sewer where I am hiding now should be a slum. Why is there in a slum... But it smells really good!
Killer Croc's brain turned lazily for a while and then he stopped working.
As the strings in his brain snapped, his cold vertical pupils also changed into strange shapes.
"Good food!"
With a bang, the drooling Killer Croc opened the manhole cover and crawled out from the ground. It was an abandoned open-air parking lot with the remains of abandoned cars and various construction debris piled up everywhere. There was no one around.
It was late at night in Gotham, the mist had cleared, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The cool evening breeze lingered with the fragrance, leaving kiss marks in every corner of the air.
Under the bright moonlight, Killer Crocodile saw a golden roast pig placed in the center of the clearing.
"...?"
Killer Crocodile's nictitating membrane flipped, his sanity came back online, and the animal's eyes revealed a look of human thinking.
It's a trap. The intention of trapping is too obvious. Isn't the roast pig also poisoned?
There is no unusual smell in the air. Oh...is it deodorant?
Who would take so much pains to...well...
...Yes, who is it?
I don't know.
At this point in the analysis, Killer Crocodile is stuck.
Hiss, my head feels so itchy.
How can the following ideas be extended?
Forget it, never mind, but...
No matter who set all this up, Killer Croc has no intention of retreating at all.
Killer Crocodile's heart was clear, but with a pig-like look on his face, he was swaying, sweating, and walking towards the roasted pig step by step.
He already has some calculations in his mind.
No matter who is behind the scenes, he must confirm that Killer Crocodile has eaten the poisonous bait before he can take the next step.
And he had to go against the rules and bring this bait into the underground water pipe.
If the other party really comes down to see if he is poisonous, then the identity of prey and hunter will be reversed immediately; if the other party does not come, then he can also observe in secret and then take the initiative to attack and kill.
In this way, no matter how you say it, the initiative is always firmly in your hands.
Killer Crocodile couldn't help but give his own IQ a thumbs up in his heart.
I am so smart to come up with such a plan in such a short period of time!
Then he grabbed the roasted pig.
The next second.
Sizzsssssssss!
Hundreds of thousands of volts of electric current passed through his body in an instant, leaving him so shocked that he fell to the ground and kept twitching, and his dark blue scales were turned black by the electricity.
Bang!
The four searchlights buried in the garbage suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.
"No, that's it?"
Killer Croc heard the people behind the scenes making surprised sounds from the corner:
"No way, no way, no one really could fall for such a simple trap!"
For a moment, Killer Crocodile felt that the blood in his body rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
Sanity reduced by 100%!
The brain shut down immediately, and Killer Croc let out a deformed howl and jumped up like a Parkinson's patient.
But because the influence of the electric current still remained on his body, his movements were more like electronic dancing than launching an attack.
But given that he weighs over 1,500 pounds, such an action is still very lethal.
The ventriloquist almost crawled away from where he was just standing. In the baby bat in his hand, Chen Tao's built-in wireless communication module was still reprinting the taunts.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?"
At this time, Chen Tao really had the joy of trolling people on the Internet in his previous life.
In particular, the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling at the scene, but he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the roadside a few kilometers away, observing the scene using satellites and cameras mounted on the doll, safe and comfortable. p>
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
A gangster is knocking on the car window outside:
"Brother, do you know whose territory this is? You have to hand in..."
Chen Tao rolled down the window, revealing his pointed ears and Batman's semi-covering mask: "Are you serious?"
The gangster who wanted to extort some money looked like he had seen Batman. He let out a girly scream, then turned around and ran away.
Damn, seeing a living Batman at night is really scary.
On the other side, Killer Crocodile has gone completely crazy.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Before he even took two steps, he felt a tightness on his feet and stepped into a prepared trap.
Dozens of nooses bounced up from the soil on the ground, climbed up his body at a dizzying speed, and tied him into a rice dumpling.
Once again, he stumbled into the trap, making Killer Crocodile even more angry.
But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and couldn't break free at all. He could only crawl on the ground sadly.
"Is it that successful? Is it that simple?"
Deadshot emerged from his hiding place and looked at the man dressed in yellow and blue with disgust.
"That's enough, stop chirping, Captain Javelin. You should really thank our employer for taking the initiative to take on the task of attracting enemies, so that this guy like you can survive until now.
He said sarcastically:
"I think this task just now is more suitable for you."
"I actually made 2 million US dollars in one fell swoop from this one deal! It's so easy!"
But obviously, Captain Javelin, who looked a little excited, didn't listen to what Deadshot said at all.
"Hey hey! I have 2 million US dollars, hey hey!"
He was so excited that he was incoherent.
"I don't plan to take any more follow-up tasks. When this task is over, I will wash my hands and go back to my hometown to get married."
He said almost piously:
"This is the best day of my life!"
"..."
Deadshot was speechless. He ignored the idiot who came to serve as a backdrop and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him: "Send a message to Slipknot and the Tattooed Man and ask them to come over."
The Cheshire Cat nodded and was in a good mood as she could receive the money without touching anything.
"Ahem, although it went extremely smoothly, but now that the target has been captured, then..." Deadshot turned his head and said to the ventriloquist lying next to him, breathing heavily:
"Dear employer, I am very curious. You have never allowed us to kill Killer Croc before, so why do you want him to work for you——"
He pointed at the furious Killer Croc: "Now, are you still going to do this?"
"Of course,"
Arnold cowered and couldn't speak at all. The baby bat toy in his hand answered quickly: "I have something to do..."
"No-can-forgive!"
But he was interrupted before he finished speaking. Killer Crocodile faced the ground, twisted, and let out a deafening roar.
Deadshot calmly put down his hands covering his ears:
"Okay, but in fact, I think you may have become enemies with this beast now - it is almost impossible to calm him down, let alone let him work for you!"