Chapter 45 Transaction

After sending off the scarecrow, the Penguin let out a long breath and collapsed in his seat again. The clown and the scarecrow who came in turn tonight made him feel nervous.

Back in the office, he picked up his milk again. The milk had turned from hot milk to cold, and only 1/4 was left.

The Penguin decided to drink it and then go off work.

He picked up the cup.

He put his mouth close to the edge of the cup.

If there were no accidents, there would be an accident at this time.

But nothing happened.

The Penguin let out a long breath and smiled.

That's right, the clown broke in before, and the scarecrow broke in just now. This time, no one will break in again, right?

He drank the milk in 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 and beautiful carpet.

"Oh no, boss! It's Bane! Bane is here!"

The milk sprayed out of his hooked nose again.

10 minutes later.

Penguin walked with Bane on the rooftop of the Iceberg Restaurant with a stinky face.

"Come with me, Penguin."

Seeing that Penguin didn't seem to want to talk, Bane spoke first. His voice sounded like a hole in his throat, with some abnormal tremors, which made Penguin shudder.

Strange, this sound sounded like a pathological reaction after just inhaling the Joker's special laughing gas.

Penguin thought silently, in Gotham for so many years, he almost regarded encountering psychopaths tortured by the Joker virus on the road as a daily routine, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

"I know Scarecrow has been to your place, right?"

Penguin originally wanted to lie, but it was meaningless.

He was not sure how Bane knew about Scarecrow who had just been here a few minutes ago.

So he spoke:

"Yes, he is here, as always. Klein lamented over and over again, as if the world belonged to him. Creating fear is his specialty, but he is also the one who is most frightened."

"You have a lot of complaints about him, but you still walk between the two sides. This is your nature." Bane replied, his eyes flashing with rationality:

"Egoism is the purest motive. I believe in him and rely on him. Every city is dominated by selfishness."

"I know the history of your family in this city, Copper Pat, I understand your feelings for her brick walls, her mortar, her steel, how deep the emotion is, you are not like those swinging and speculative Gotham freaks, they always want to win her without sacrifice, and then return in the shadow of Batman. "

Bane said: "Like you, I know how hard it is, I also know the feeling of being played in the palm of someone's hand, I know the feeling of despair and feeling like a thorn in the back. "

He said: "This city has failed the men and women who built her. They worked hard but ended up lying dead in the streets. This is the law of this city, so it's natural. "

His voice floated in the evening breeze of Gotham.

"-This is the inevitable price of progress. If the old buildings are not demolished, the new buildings will 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 thinking so, the Penguin's eyes still lingered on the green buds on the other half of Bane's body. These green buds should have grown on a century-old tree, not on Bane's biceps.

"I came to you almost without any preparation, Bane, because I know that at present, we still need each other." Penguin was in no mood to waste time on sentiment.

He said.

"You are used to changing your mind, Penguin, and I will be firm and consistent."

Bane put a pair of big hands on Penguin's shoulders. He had no doubt that if the other party wanted to, these hands could break his neck in the next second.

"You are suspected by both me and those Arkham people."

"Yes, uh, this is a talent. I don't think it's shameful to do whatever it takes--"

But Penguin saw that Bane no longer paid attention to him. He stood on the edge of the rooftop and silently observed the cool city in the evening breeze.

"This place is both chaotic and orderly, organized and anarchic, and the tug-of-war between them is the real culprit that has tortured Gotham City for decades. It was like this long before you and me, and long before Batman."

"For so many years. Gotham has been rotting and stinking in the mud, and Arkham Asylum is the largest virus gathering place in the city."

"And it's time for us to eradicate this spiritual cancer that drains the entire city."

"I will give Gotham City what it really needs - a firm direction."

"And you, Copperpat. I need you to provide me with information about Blackgate Prison, and when the Arkham people turn to you for refuge, provide me with their intelligence, or even join my camp."

"Intelligence and opportunities are your job, and smiling with a knife will become your ruthless hand."

The Penguin looked at the burly freak fearlessly: "But I prefer to stand by and watch, Bane. I have guessed what you want to do with Blackgate Prison, which is why I'm talking nonsense with you.

There are things that interest me there, things that you can provide with just a little effort when you are in a high position. "

The Penguin pinched the brim of his hat: "His name is Ignatius Ogilvy.

He was my right-hand man, Emperor Penguin, and I treated him like my own son. Hehehe..."

The Penguin lowered his head and laughed, but when he looked up, the smile on his face was quickly pulled away like a puppet that had lost control.

"He was a man who wanted to replace me."

"I still have a lot to give him back, and he still owes me a life...his life that he squandered. You have to bring him to me."

Bane agreed.

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"Bruce, have you really made up your mind?" 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 people who know Batman's true identity.

"A fully sealed tempered glass jar, once closed, it will never be opened again, completely sealed inside, sealed in multiple layers, not even a little gas will flow out? "

Lucius repeatedly confirmed his request to Chen Tao: "It is equipped with high-tech equipment that can beat a living person into quark level, enough to kill a person 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 quarks are, the ice cream you bought downstairs? Or some new browser?

So he could only scratch his head with a headache: "Quark level is impossible, but there is no problem in directly killing the person in the glass coffin. The only problem is. "

"Bruce, are you really ready to murder others?"