After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

When Hilda arrived at the Iceberg Club by car, Penguin had already waited impatiently for a long time.

He actually has a lot of dissatisfaction with Hilda, but these dissatisfaction can be retreated in the face of her outstanding force value-after all, in Gotham, force is a hard currency.

And tonight, he was going to meet his colleagues in Gotham, so naturally he honored Hilda's power even more.

Seeing Hilda get out of the car, he immediately rolled down the window and signaled her to change to the car and get on.

Hilda reluctantly got into the car and said to him, "That's Bruce's car, I have to drive back later."

"Understood," the penguin looked disgusted, "I asked someone to drive the car not far away—you don't want Wayne's car to be damaged in case of a fight later, do you? Your current salary I can't afford it."

She felt that what he said was very reasonable, so she nodded: "Where are we going? It's a big night, and I got up to work with my professionalism. It'd better be a place with a little crowd, otherwise Didn't I make a trip for nothing?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." The Penguin snorted coldly, "We're going to meet some vicious criminals, they are all dangerous people."

"Boss, are you talking about yourself?" Hilda asked.

"..." He was silent for a moment, and said impatiently, "No! It's the leaders of some gangs around Gotham. It's just a party that was called suddenly. Who knows what will happen? You obey the order and leave, just don't Ask if there is something."

She folded her arms and yawned.

"By the way," he squinted at her, "I forgot to say on the phone just now, you'd better manage your man well and don't reveal our secrets indiscriminately."

"What secret do we have?" Hilda was puzzled.

"Working secrets," said the Penguin, "in case he leaks it to Batman..."

"Hahaha," she laughed and waved to him, "Impossible, impossible, Bruce hates Batman the most, even if he really wanted to inform him, he wouldn't tell Batman, okay?"

"It's better to be like this." He nodded and said, "...are you really interested in Wayne?"

"What nonsense?" Hilda said casually, "I've always been sincere, okay?"

If she immediately denied that she was tempted, the Penguin would feel that she was hiding to protect Bruce Wayne, but now that she confessed generously, he felt that he was in a fog, and he couldn't figure out Hilda's way: "I heard you He almost killed Poison Ivy."

"Yeah," Hilda spread her hands, "That woman hit Brucey in front of me, didn't she slap me in the face in public?"

For a moment, Penguin couldn't tell whether she was focusing on "hands-on" or "slapping me in the face": "...Oh?"

"Shouldn't you know all about it?" There was a faint smile on her face, and she looked at the red lights and green drinks outside the car window with interest, "Bruce Wayne belongs to me, and I hate others Get your hands on my stuff."

"Whoever dares to do that," she turned her head with a smile and looked at Penguin, "I will chop off that vile paw without hesitation."

Penguin fell silent, he turned the umbrella in his hand slightly, and then laughed exaggeratedly: "Of course I am on your side, dear Hilda, I will help you defend what you have, out of respect for us The cherishment of this beautiful friendship - I swear."

The two looked at each other, knowing the meaning of each other's words.

After that, there was nothing to say all the way, the car drove for a while, gradually moved away from the bustling rich area, came to a dilapidated factory gathering place, and stopped slowly.

Hilda was the first to get out of the car, and she looked around: "Is this right here?"

"It's right here." Penguin got out of the car using an umbrella as a support point, "What do you think? Do you have any unrealistic fantasies about this kind of party? Do you think it will be a luxurious five-star hotel? Or a meat party?" A high-end club in Linjiuchi?"

"...I just didn't expect to be in a broken factory," Hilda said. "It feels very faceless."

"Hope Batman thinks the same way you do," he said, "and kindly spares us all."

Several bodyguards protected him, and they quickly walked through the abandoned factories lined up to find the exact location of the party.

There were a few guards with guns standing at the door. They obviously knew the Penguin and nodded respectfully at the Penguin. One of them said, "Dear Mr. Cobblepot, weapons are not allowed at this party."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Coppert raised his eyebrows. "I've been in Gotham for so long, and I've never heard of this kind of rule. No weapons? Is it for the convenience of being attacked by someone?"

"Sorry, sir." The man was very embarrassed, "but... please rest assured that our boss has already settled down nearby to ensure that no one will break into this place."

"Fart!" The Penguin sneered, "If your boss had the ability, he wouldn't choose this ghostly place to hide from Batman—I'm going to bring a weapon in today, what do you want?"

The guard stood there stubbornly: "Then I can only ask you to leave—"

"boom--"

The bullet was fired, interrupting the guard's unfinished words. He still maintained that stubborn attitude, and fell backwards in front of the factory gate.

The Penguin calmly put down the black umbrella in his hand, as if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere because of his actions, he sneered, "Now, can I go in?"

"Penguin! What the hell are you doing! Damn, you ate dynamite today? Did you attack my people as soon as you came up?!" A grumpy voice came from the dark factory. The old man came out of the darkness with a hunched back.

Hilda was a little surprised that the owner of such a grumpy voice was actually an old man—but the next moment, she realized that it was actually the puppet who was speaking.

What kind of magic is this?

she thought uncertainly.

"I would like to ask you," the penguin stared at the ugly doll, and sneered, "When did the party require that you are not allowed to bring weapons? Or is it that you have a particularly big scar face?" He played with the black umbrella in his hand , ready to aim at the ventriloquist behind the puppet.

Scarface: "..."

He cursed, and then said: "...Of course this rule is not against you, you can bring weapons, but..." He looked at the people behind the Penguin, "Your subordinates can't bring them. The party brings so many people , do you want to fight?"

He ruthlessly directed the ventriloquist to step over the dead loyal bodyguard before letting his men drag the body away.

"Come in," said he, "we'll be waiting for you, Copperpot."

Coppert turned the ring on his hand blankly, and turned his head to let Hilda follow.

"You'd better make sure that today's meeting is meaningful enough," he said. "My time is precious, and I don't want to take a huge risk listening to something useless."

"You have to ask the initiator of this party." Scarface said.

"Aren't you the initiator of this party?" Penguin asked back.

"Of course not, does Lao Tzu look so boring?" Scarface said dissatisfied.

The "boring" man in his mouth was standing in the middle of the empty factory with a cane, dressed in green, and there were already many people sitting or standing around him, all of whom were familiar faces, and Penguin saw it standing among them at a glance The most conspicuous black mask, his face darkened in an instant, and he challenged the Riddler dissatisfiedly: "Edward Nygma, did you mess up this party?"

"Of course," the Riddler took off his top hat, "other than me, who else would accurately grasp the secret you are anxious about, and let you take the initiative to go here to attend the party?"

The Penguin sneered and sat down in the seat farthest from the black mask: "I'd like to hear about your purpose for this gathering."

"For the common good, gentlemen." The Riddler adjusted his bow tie slowly, "Everyone here is the guardian of order in Gotham, the mainstay of this city, different from those lunatics chasing chaos, only We're thinking about it for the good of the city."

"You may have a point, but Riddler," sneered a leader, "you were never one of us."

"Yes," the Riddler didn't mind being interrupted, "I'm after fun, but that doesn't mean our interests will never overlap—in fact, we all have a common enemy, Batman But now, a huge threat is slowly approaching, if you still stubbornly set your sights on your own one-acre three-point land, then the golden days today will no longer exist..."

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

The Riddler raised the corners of his lips, and no longer kept the joke: "...Superhero League."

"what?"

"Could it be that you really only set your sights on Gotham City and didn't notice the superheroes that are emerging rapidly?" The Riddler pretended to be surprised, "Anyone with a vision should be worried about the deteriorating situation— ——With the rise of that group of superhumans, the existing order will inevitably be reshuffled, and the group of self-proclaimed righteous people will inevitably get closer. Think about it, if Batman and the Metropolis Superman form a team?  … Life is going to be hard for us as a group.”

"No, that's impossible." A man hesitated, "Batman won't let an outsider into our Gotham."

"Look at what you're saying," the Riddler sneered, "as if Batman really promised you that. To fight another fellow justice for us? Stop kidding."

"Superman has never been to Gotham. We don't want to mess with him." A woman whispered.

"The news is out of date, ma'am." He is polite. "Superman has been in Gotham, and he even prevented a few robberies. As for not provoking him... Maybe you were right before, but now, not necessarily. "

Penguin's expression changed.

The black mask asked, "What do you know? The Riddler."

The Riddler looked at Cobblepot with a half-smile: "Then we have to ask our Mr. Copott."

In an instant, all direct or covert eyes fell on Penguin.

Penguin cleared his throat: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Black Mask sneered: "Stop pretending, Penguin, haven't you been in touch with Luthor from Metropolis recently?"

--Oh shit.

Penguin cursed inwardly, clenched the black umbrella in his hand: "That's just a normal business transaction."

"Kryptonite business?" Edward Nygma asked back, and that magic word immediately brought about a series of chain reactions.

"Kryptonite?!" Someone said, "Penguin, you actually got kryptonite?... That's a very profitable business."

"Is this the point?" Black Mask said, his malicious eyes fell on the Penguin, "Hmph, no wonder Superman came to Gotham, presumably it was because of your aggressive actions that provoked him."

The Penguin wanted to yell: he already felt something was wrong, the target of this party was not a superhero at all, but him, the Penguin!These jackals are trying to tear a piece of flesh off him - a bunch of sons of bitches!

He sneered: "Why, now you guys want to get a share of the pie from me?"

"Don't think too much, Cobbot." The Riddler smiled, "As the defenders of order in Gotham, we just feel that it is necessary to make some appropriate adjustments when some people introduce new forces that destroy the original order."

Penguin stared at him sullenly: "What do you want?"

"I heard that you found a large amount of kryptonite," Black Mask said impatiently before the Riddler could speak, "I think it is necessary to make some restrictions...and share. After all, if Superman really We have come to Gotham, we should have corresponding restrictions."

Penguin looked at everyone in the factory, and at this moment, they all became his enemies—for the huge benefits brought by kryptonite.

This is a blatant threat, a huge trap.However, for the time being, he couldn't figure out how the Riddler could get involved in this kind of thing.

He looked up at Hilda, who stood beside her as if she was watching a play with her hands behind her back from beginning to end.

She raised her eyebrows at him, leaned over and asked, "What's the matter, boss?"

"Are you afraid, Hilda?" he asked slowly.

Someone in the factory snickered, it was Scarface, and he said sharply: "Are you scared? Penguin? Coward! Bitch! Why are you asking about a woman?"

Laugh out loud.

Penguin looked at Hilda unmoved, waiting for her answer.

"Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of." Hilda dismissed it. "I just hope we end as soon as possible," she lowered her voice. "To be honest, Bruce is still waiting for me on the bed."

Penguin nodded, and looked at the laughing crowd as if nothing had happened: "What if I say no?"

The sound of a bullet being loaded is particularly noticeable in the empty factory.The bright or dark eyes stared at Copperpot with half a smile, as if mocking him for not being able to see the situation clearly.

The Penguin sneered, "Hilda."

An unattainable shadow flashed in the dim environment of the factory - the next second, the one who laughed the most among them had been strangled and lifted off the ground.

A group of people drew their guns one after another, but Hilda, who single-handedly charged into the enemy, seemed to have never heard of it.

"Sir," she looked at the man's purple face with a smile, and tilted her head to admire his outstretched hands, struggling to pull her gradually tightening arms, "Did you laugh very happily just now?"