What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 52 Nuclear Bomb
The Scarecrow found himself making a mistake.

He intends to unite the clown and unite this powerful colleague, but forgets that the other party is a lunatic.

And "madmen" don't care about plans.

Of course, he scarecrow is also a madman, hell.

That's why he's lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face.The fear gas had no effect on the clown, but the clown didn't kill him, he just lay down here in disgrace, like a dying Shiba Inu.

"Whoa. Looks like I'm here at the wrong time."

Someone pushed the door in.

The Scarecrow saw the feet first.

Brown leather boots, off-white windbreaker.But when.When the Scarecrow looked up, he saw that it was his old friend, Edward Nygma.

Riddler.

Strangely enough, Nygma wasn't wearing his signature green overcoat full of question marks, his cane of question marks, his signature eyepatch, and his green hat.

He was only wearing casual clothes, like a small employee who just got off work.

"Wow, what's going on here? I heard that the clown is with you. It's so troublesome. This is a bit beyond my expectation."

The Scarecrow saw the Riddler crouching down, and said:
"Can you tell me where the clown has gone? It's true—the plan is halfway through. If the lead actor just runs away, it won't be fun."

The Scarecrow barely stood up.

He saw the figures following Riddler: Movie Freak, Amygdala, and yes, Ventrilogue and Killer Crocodile.

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 big living man carried by Killer Crocodile.

"You've got Jim Gordon--that surprises me. Nigma, what on earth do you want?"

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Drop drop!
The 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 is struggling again.The two words family seem to imply something, but they seem to be just normal metaphors.

He walked out of the gate of the old Wayne Tower full of doubts and melancholy, and then shook his head at the black shadow on the distant roof.

Action canceled.

He originally planned to use a false assassination launched by sharp claws to bring the relationship between Lincoln and Bruce closer, and by the way clear the doubts about Lincoln, so that Batman thinks that they are in the same camp——

But these should be postponed for now.

He's in such a mess right now that he's not even in the mood to find out who 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 originally a traitor who had rebelled, it still had a huge enough impact on him.

After a few minutes.

Pulled by the hook, Chen Tao lightly landed on the roof of a building.It looks like the roof of a private house, covered with clothes to dry.

Thanks to Bain Bat's memory, he finally learned how to use the claw gun. Chen Tao silently released the muscles from this Batman on his limbs, and then quietly walked behind the two standing on the edge of the roof.

Chen Tao pressed his fingers against the communicator: "I'm here, killer crocodile."

"Wow!"

Killer Crocodile jumped up from the spot in fright, and almost fell off the edge of the roof.

"Damn Batman, uh, I mean the boss."

Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"

The short figure standing next to Killer Crocodile was none other than Penguin.

He had a serious face: "Batman, we're in big trouble."

Chen Tao didn't speak, he stared at the other party.Penguin knows that this means "speak quickly".

"I've got something stolen. It's a bomb."

"Ha, what's the matter, don't you get stolen often? You're used to it."

The killer crocodile said carelessly: "Gahaha, not only do I know that you are always being stolen, but you are also always being robbed."

He continued to make a not-so-intelligent voice: "I thought you were mysteriously asking me to contact Batman for you, so that's it?"

"It's not normal for you to be robbed. Someone who is poor will sometimes rob you. I stole from you before..."

"Shut up. Let the penguin talk."

"okay."

The killer crocodile covered its face with its big palm, revealing only two eyes flickering outside.

The Penguin stared at Killer Crocodile angrily, and said, "But this time I was robbed of a nuclear bomb."

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"what?"

Killer Crocodile snorted, he covered his mouth, and the sound rushed out of his ears.

"I said that what I was robbed of this time was a nuclear bomb, I saw the devil Jesus God," the penguin said very fast: "I have been hiding it in the warehouse—"

"Wardfark! Penguin, you have a nuclear bomb hidden, and you actually sell it?"

Killer Crocodile shouted loudly: "For so many years, we have been living on top of a nuclear bomb? What kind of crazy is the clown, you are the crazy, and the clown should kowtow to you when he sees it!"

Penguin blushed with anger: "That's enough, it's not for sale! Selling nuclear bombs, can that be called selling nuclear bombs? That's called selling arms!"

The short penguin was so upright and confident, the momentum he erupted in an instant actually suppressed the 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 that arms generally refer to grenades, submachine guns and rocket launchers, rather than tanks, armed helicopters, jet fighters and nuclear weapons. .

While speaking, the big green man also began to speak confidently:

"I thought the business of selling tanks and fighter jets was already the most outrageous arms deal in the world."

"The goods that flowed out when that country disintegrated," Penguin explained:
"It was just a coincidence, not a stable supply. It happened a long time ago, and I was not very strong at the time, so I only got two."

"Wardfark, wait, you got two?"

The killer crocodile suddenly discovered Huadian.

"It's okay, it's okay, only one was stolen."

"Oh, I see. What about the other one?"

"I resold it."

"Not for sale".

Killer Crocodile said in a low voice: "Although I know it's not good to ask these questions, I still want to ask quietly—how much did you sell for?"

The Penguin thought for a while, and stretched out 5 fingers.

"5 million?"

"5 million."

Chen Tao calculated in his mind that the cost of the Justice League watchtower is about 5000 billion, and this nuclear bomb sold about 1/1000 of the watchtower.

A bat plane is about 50 billion, and this nuclear bomb is sold for 1/10 of the plane.

You sell such dangerous things for such a little money?

Chen Tao felt tired.

"The people I arranged in the warehouse were all killed. They didn't know what they were guarding."

The Penguin said: "Should be killed with a knife, a professional killer's technique, they died before they could react. From the scene, it is impossible to tell who did it. Victor Zass? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warrior Alliance? Or Who is good at swordsmanship?"

He said: "I don't have a clue, Batman, this thing is beyond my level. I'm a criminal, but I'm not a psycho. I bought the bomb just to sell it."

He said: "Whether it's the clown, Bane, the scarecrow, or the riddle man, it's not the most important thing now."

He said, "Can't find this nuke, and in case it goes off in Gotham—"

"Then it's over, Bat," he said.

(End of this chapter)