Chapter 70 Owl
It's foggy.
Under the vast moonlight, a soft veil floated on the fluorescent ground. Batman, riding the black mist, hovered in the air, surrounded by deep darkness.
Bane looked up and saw the moonlight at that moment, passing through the majestic dark ink-colored cloud and rain vortex, casting the figure of that person...
A huge shadow on the ground.
He had dreamed of such a beautiful scene countless times.
So breathtaking, shocking, and wonderful.
"Damn it! It's Bane! Court! You told me that you were going to cooperate with me and rule this city together! I am your ally! When did you go behind my and Bane's backs... Don't you know that Bane and I are competitors..."
Bane, who was originally immersed in Batman, looked at the other party with disgust.
"Shut up, Klein. Or I'll kill you." This threat was so real that Scarecrow immediately shut his mouth. Rustle... Countless tiny sounds rang out. Like the sound of the hem of a piece of clothing rubbing against the wall. This sound should have been so quiet that no one could hear it. This sound should have been heard only on the crowded streets. But at this moment, everyone on the scene heard this tiny sound. Rustle... rustle! "Are you kidding me?" said the Penguin. He took off his monocle, his voice trembling. "Does this make sense?" Death Shooter tried to smile, but his stiff and twitching facial muscles prevented him from even doing this simple action. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "Damn it, Zoe is still waiting for me to go back." "I feel like my butt hurts. "Poison Ivy replied.
She rolled up a bunch of plants and protected herself tightly in it, then snapped her fingers, and the wooden baseball bat in the hand of Harley Quinn, who was still looking around in the distance, immediately grew and turned into a wooden snake. It forcibly tied her up like a dumpling while she screamed in confusion, and then carried her to the side of Poison Ivy, wrapped in three layers of plants.
Killer Croc silently hugged his head.
Sharp claws emerged from the surrounding roofs.
They emerged like a tide, occupying all the roofs of the surrounding houses. They were tall and thin, and the only thing in common was that they were fully armed.
Then the next second, they jumped down from the building one by one.
Click. Click... …Pah!
The sound of flesh falling on the hard concrete floor was endless, as if playing a symphony with a rhythmic sense.
The claws who jumped down from the tall building had broken spines, twisted limbs, and even their heads hit their vests.
But they stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened. The twisted spines were straightened, and the twisted and broken limbs glued the band-aids together.
Everyone watched them stand up from the ground, who should have been fatally injured.
"Wait, let's calm down first," Killer Croc said, "As the most intelligent person here, I seem to have thought of a very weird question, but I don't know if I should say it."
The big green crocodile swallowed his saliva.
Deadshot said, "If Scarecrow has solved the problem of combining Bane Venom and the so-called Amber Gold for that weird organization called the Court of Owls, then it means..."
"That's right." The man with a white owl mask projected on Lincoln Machi's arm armor said, "All of them can use Amber Gold and Titan Venom at the same time-perfect weapons! "Oh, right. Batman... you probably don't know who we are yet, right? But you won't have such troubles soon. Chen Tao had a blank expression on his face. "To be honest, this was not originally the place where we planned to fight. The series of things you did have greatly disrupted our plans and rhythm of action. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later---you know, bats will eventually die." Lincoln March raised his arm and flipped the direction of the 3D projection image, completely revealing the white owl masked man in front of Chen Tao. He had a complicated expression. He was angry that the court completely treated him as an outsider and was wary of him everywhere, but he deeply admired and feared the powerful power held by the court. That kind of mysterious organization that controls the entire city and is powerful in politics, economy, humanities, physical destruction ability, and hiding ability... How can it not be terrifying? They have been firmly in control of the entire city behind the scenes for more than two centuries. "Roman" Falcone, "Big Boss" Maloney, those who once claimed to have conquered the city, are just their lackeys and lackeys.
The Thomas couple once rebelled against them, so they created Crime Alley. Batman has been chivalrous in Gotham City for so many years, the greatest detective in the world, huh?
But he still doesn't know their existence. Maybe there are some guesses, but there has never been any evidence, right?
He fights criminals every year, but in the eyes of the Court of Owls, he is just their guard dog, acting as a police dog to clamp down on those lunatics on their behalf. How sad?
Oh, and poor Bruce Wayne, Lincoln March knows that he tries every year to change the city by changing politics and economy, but every time he fails before success.
This is what will happen, of course. Destruction is 100 times easier than construction, and it is also more subtle. Bruce always finds himself failing inexplicably, right?
Those plans that were originally good on paper, charitable measures, plans to drive regional economic development and reduce unemployment, will always be a mess when they are actually implemented.
No matter how much money the Wayne Group allocates, it will not go to the people who really need it in the end, but all flow into the pockets of the owls.
That's right. Lincoln thought sadly.
Owls are creatures that are so good at invading other people's nests.
They invaded the giant nest called Gotham, and for 200 years, generation after generation, they continued to absorb the blood of this city.
The Court of Owls knows everything, and no one can win the Court of Owls.
"...After we get your body, Batman, we will give you the respect you deserve. The court has decided to keep your bones underground and put them on permanent display in the maze. A monument to a brave opponent! In history, the court has only given such an honor three times.
Accepting such an honor, do you have anything to say before you die?"
"You are just a crazy organization."
The other party tutted.
"It seems that you don't have a dying speech. Then we just need to decide how you die. For this, we have also invited a special guest who has just joined the court."
The man in the white owl mask clapped his hands.
Then Lincoln heard a heart-chilling laugh.
"Haha, haha, hahaha..."
"Little Bat, we meet again!"