Chapter 52 Nuclear Bomb
The Scarecrow found that he had made a mistake.
He intended to unite the Joker, this powerful colleague, but forgot that the other party was a madman.
And a "madman" would not care about the plan.
Of course, he, the Scarecrow, was also a madman, damn it.
That's why he was lying on the ground with a bruised face. The fear gas had no effect on the Joker, but the Joker did not kill him, but just beat him so that he lay here in disgrace, like a dying Shiba Inu.
"Wow. It seems that I am not here at the right time."
Someone pushed the door in.
The Scarecrow saw a pair of feet first.
Brown leather boots, gray-white windbreaker. But when. When the Scarecrow looked up, he found that the other party was his old friend, Edward Nygma.
Riddler.
Strangely, Nygma was not wearing his iconic green coat full of question marks, the question mark cane and the iconic eye mask, green hat.
He was only wearing casual clothes, like a clerk who had just got off work.
"Wow, what's going on? I heard that the Joker is with you. That's really troublesome. This is a little beyond my expectation." Scarecrow saw Riddler squatting down, and then said: "Can you tell me where the Joker went? Really - the plan is halfway through, if the main actor just runs away, it will be a mess." Scarecrow barely stood up. He saw the figures following Riddler: Movie Freak, Amygdala, yes, and Ventriloquist and Killer Croc. They are all prisoners who escaped from Arkham Asylum. When did Riddler recruit them? But what attracted Scarecrow's attention the most was the big living person in Killer Croc's hand. "You got Jim Gordon - this surprised me. Nygma, what do you want to do?" ... ... He stood up: "Excuse me, Mr. March, I think we should 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 began to struggle again. The word family seemed to imply something, but it seemed to be just a normal metaphor.
He walked out of the door of the old Wayne Tower with a lot of questions and melancholy, and then shook his head at the shadow on the rooftop in the distance.
The operation was canceled.
He originally planned to use a false assassination launched by the claws to bring Lincoln and Bruce closer, and by the way, clear up the doubts about Lincoln, so that Batman would think they were in the same camp---but now all this should be postponed.
He was in a mess now, and he didn't even have the mood to find out who had just called Batman. He just wanted to be quiet now. Today he heard a story that was completely different from what the court told him. Although he was a traitor who had long been rebellious, it still had a huge enough impact on him.
A few minutes later.
Under the pull of the hook rope, Chen Tao landed lightly on the rooftop of a building. This looked like a rooftop of a residential building, with clothes hanging on it.
Thanks to the memory of Bane Bat, he finally learned how to use the grappling gun. Chen Tao silently untransformed the muscles from the 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 Croc jumped up from the spot in fright and almost fell off the edge of the rooftop.
"Damn Batman, uh, I mean the boss."
Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"
The short figure standing next to Killer Croc was the Penguin.
He looked serious: "Batman, we are in big trouble."
Chen Tao didn't speak, he stared at the other party. The Penguin knew that this meant "quick talk".
"Something was stolen from me. It's a bomb."
"Ha, what's the big deal? Don't you get stolen from often? I'm used to it."
Killer Croc said carelessly: "Haha, I know you're always stolen from, and you're always robbed."
He continued to make a not-so-smart voice: "I thought you were asking me to contact Batman for you in a mysterious way, but it turns out to be just this?"
"It's not common for you to get robbed. Sometimes when someone is poor, they will rob you. I've stolen from you before..."
"Shut up. Let the Penguin talk."
"Oh, okay."
Killer Croc covered his face with his palm as big as a palm fan, leaving only two eyes flashing outside.
The Penguin stared at Killer Croc angrily, and then said: "But what was robbed this time was a nuclear bomb."
?
"What?"
Killer Croc snorted, he covered his mouth, and the sound rushed out of his ears.
"I said that what was stolen this time was a nuclear bomb, damn Jesus God," Penguin said very quickly, "I have been hiding it in the warehouse--"
"Wodfake! Penguin, you hid a nuclear bomb, and you actually sold nuclear bombs?"
Killer Croc shouted loudly, "For so many years, we have been living on a nuclear bomb? The Joker is not a psychopath, you are the psychopath, and the Joker should kowtow to you!"
Penguin's face turned red with anger: "Enough, that is not for sale! Selling nuclear bombs, can it be called selling nuclear bombs? That's selling arms!"
The short Penguin was so confident that he suppressed Killer Croc with his aura in an instant.
The big green-scaled man turned half of his body and grumbled 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.
As he spoke, the big green man also began to accuse him confidently:
"I thought the business of selling tanks and fighters was the most outrageous arms trade in the world."
"The goods flowed out when the country disintegrated," the Penguin explained:
"It was just a coincidence, not a stable source of goods. It happened a long time ago. I was not very strong at the time, so I only got two."
"Wardfake, wait, you got two?" Killer Croc suddenly found a bright spot.
"It's okay, it's okay, only one was stolen."
"Oh, I see. What about the other one?"
"I sold it. "
《Not for Sale》." Killer Croc whispered, "Although I know it's not good to ask these questions, I'll still quietly ask - how much did you sell it for?" The Penguin thought for a moment and held up five fingers. "50 million?" "500 million." Chen Tao estimated in his mind that the cost of the Justice League's watchtower was about 500 billion, and this nuclear bomb was sold for about 1/1000 of the watchtower. A Batplane is about 5 billion, and this nuclear bomb was sold for 1/10 of the plane. You just sold such a dangerous thing for such a small amount of money? Chen Tao felt tired. "All the people I arranged in the warehouse were killed. They didn't know what they were guarding." The Penguin said: "One knife cut the throat and killed them. It was a professional killer-level technique. They died before they could react. It was impossible to tell who did it from the scene. Victor Zsasz? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warrior League? Or a master who is good at swordsmanship? ”
He said: "I have no idea, Batman, this matter is no longer at the level I can handle. I am a criminal, but not a psychopath. I bought the nuclear bomb just to sell it."
He said: "Whether it is the Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, or Riddler, it is not the most important thing now."
He said: "If the nuclear bomb cannot be found, what if it is detonated in Gotham-"
He said: "Then everything is over, Bat."