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Chapter 119 Killer Crocodile
Jacques could clearly see that the burly body, whether it was the bare back or the neck, was densely covered with rough gray scales.

As if he heard the footsteps of Jacques and the mousecatcher walking out of the room, the unusually burly figure turned around slowly.

What caught Jacques' eyes was an extremely ferocious face.

In the eyes as big as copper bells, there are yellow pupils like beasts, and the sides of the big mouth with sharp fangs almost extend to the sides of the cheeks.

Although it was only the first meeting, Jacques already knew his name after seeing this iconic appearance.

Killer Croc, whose real name is Waylon Jones, is a patient of an extremely rare atavistic disease.As a result of the disease, his skin gradually grew scales with age, and his teeth and nails became unnaturally sharp.

At the beginning, he just used his special appearance to appear as a special actor in the circus, and made money by fighting various beasts.However, the unscrupulous owner of the circus deducted his salary and forced him to commit crimes.

This information is not only learned by Jacques in the comics of his previous life, but also detailed in the archives compiled by Barbara about the super villains that have appeared in Gotham.

In this world, the killer crocodile was arrested by Batman and Robin during a certain crime, and was imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum.And in the war between the Joker and Batman three years ago, Killer Crocodile disappeared in Arkham's large-scale escape, but he didn't come out to help any party, so he disappeared.

Later, there were occasional rumors about the existence of killer crocodiles in the sewers, but according to Barbara, after Batman's investigation, no one was actually killed.On the contrary, many of them are urban legends deliberately created by the evil forces to deceive people after killing people.

But as we all know, in Gotham, urban legends often become true, which is also a characteristic of Gotham City.

Hearing Jacques yelling his title, Killer Crocodile's vicious yellow eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's just that I was stunned. When I was going to ask her something-of course, it might not be intact later."

Jacques frowned, and said slowly in a low voice while keeping the knife resting on the ratcatcher's neck.

"Beforehand, I have no ill intentions towards you, we are just passing by - it was your companion who attacked us first."

"No! I just want to drive you out of the sewer, you are the first to brutally—"

Jacques pressed hard on the knife in his hand, and the mousecatcher felt that the blade was about to cut the skin of her neck, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth unwillingly.

Killer Crocodile breathed heavily, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he bent down, grabbed Vicky's hair with his big hands with sharp nails, and pulled her up forcefully.

"Ah—it hurts! Help!!!"

In the intense pain of having her hair picked up, Vicky woke up from a coma and let out a heart-piercing scream.

"Don't be afraid, Vicky, I'm right here and you'll be fine."

After hearing Jacques' gentle voice, Vicky finally stopped screaming, and after standing still, she let out a low sob.

"Enough is enough. This is like a nightmare. Why is this happening"

Seeing Vicky nearly collapsed, Jacques sighed lightly, then looked at Killer Crocodile with a stern face.

"We all exchange each other's hostages. We are all gentlemen, so there is no need to go to war."

Although the killer crocodile's appearance was quite different from that of a gentleman, or even a human being, he didn't object to Jacques's words, and let go of Vicky's hand—or claw.

As soon as Vicky was let go, she ran towards Jacques on hands and feet, and Jacques heaved a sigh of relief, then removed the knife from the mousecatcher's neck, and pushed her hard to the direction of the killer crocodile.

"Boss, they put those kids—"

"I know, I smelled blood, and followed the smell all the way here."

Although Killer Crocodile's voice was rough and hoarse, but unlike its fierce appearance, there was not much hostility in his tone of voice. The yellow pupils like beasts looked at Jacques and Vicky thoughtfully.

"Jaquin, I, I was almost—"

Vicky threw herself into Jacques' arms almost in a state of exhaustion, and Jacques gently stroked her smooth white back, feeling her graceful body trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid, I believe there is a misunderstanding, Mr. Killer Crocodile Jones just wanted to ask you for questioning—"

"This kind of scene can be avoided, and I can just call me Killer Crocodile. I have accepted this name and given up my identity as Waylon Jones."

Killer Crocodile snorted heavily, then continued in a low voice.

"I don't care who you are or what you're here for. In short, Gotham's sewers don't welcome you, and it's not where you should be. Go back immediately!"

Jacques breathed a sigh of relief, since Killer Crocodile has the idea of ​​negotiating, it would be great.

"Don't worry, we don't plan to stay here for long, as long as you tell us the way out of here—"

Boom boom boom.

Suddenly, a low and muffled sound interrupted Jacques from a distance, and at the same time, he felt the ground was shaking violently.

"Earthquake? No, it feels like a..."

Jacques raised his head to look at Killer Crocodile and Ratcatcher in surprise, but they also had shocked expressions on their faces.

"How come... I remember it's not the rainy season, is it, boss?!"

The killer crocodile pushed away the flustered ratcatcher, and rushed towards Jacques with a very anxious and ferocious expression.

Jacques was startled, and when he just raised his hand holding the knife to fight back, he suddenly realized that his sense of crisis did not call the police, so he immediately walked away quickly holding Vicky.

Sure enough, as Jacques expected, the target of Killer Crocodile was not Jacques and Vicky. He didn't even look at them, but rushed straight from Jacques's side to the mouse catcher's small room with all his strength.

"Ugh!!!!!!"

At the corner of the wall of the ratcatcher's hut, there was a huge rusty valve rotary switch. The gnarled muscles on the killer crocodile tensed instantly, and with the unpleasant sound of metal friction, the valve switch was slowed down. Turn slowly.

Rumble!
In the distance, Jacques could clearly see the raging waves coming from the end of the sewer at a very fast speed.At the same time, not far in front of him, a huge metal plate slowly landed while the killer crocodile turned.

"The partition wall didn't come down so quickly, and it will definitely be flooded later—Cleo, take them down!"

(End of this chapter)