Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

But the billionaire hadn't rested long when he suddenly received news from the two bosses.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, there is something I forgot to tell you."

The clown's voice on the other end of the phone sounded so joking and sharp that Bruce frowned.

"What are you doing?"

"No, no, dear little guy, don't be nervous ~ Hehe, I just want you to convey to Batman that it's not over yet between us.

But I guess the Riddler has already taken action now, right?

Uncle Clown will leave the most fun tricks to the bats, so naturally he will make his final appearance.

I just forgot to tell you that we all know the purpose of this banquet, and it’s not over yet..."

Before Bruce Wayne could reply, the other end of the phone hung up, leaving only a busy tone.

Immediately afterwards, the contact machine on the other end also rang.

"Guess what can walk? What can jump? What can die?"

The visitor is officially Edward Nygma.

"Nigma, do you want to break the agreement?"

The corners of Bruce Wayne's mouth drooped, showing a disapproving expression.

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Wayne. There is a gentleman's agreement between you and me.

Humph, I'm not like that lunatic.He can break anything, even put a bullet in someone's stomach when the deal is already done. "

The Riddler was obviously deeply resentful of this behavior. When he said these words, you could feel his gnashing of teeth through the phone.

"What do you want to do? Just tell me."

"Please tell Batman, I know his cleverness. I also know, he knows and I know.

But it's a pity that he shouldn't be so clever. Those who play tricks on others will be played by others.

Please ask Batman to tell Mr. Charles Brown that his beloved is going to be disconnected. "

!!!

When Bruce Wayne heard this place, he became restless.

He quickly turned on his Sky Eye monitoring and saw a picture he least wanted to see.

At this time, Charlie Brown was lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and lifeless.

Tingling jingling. .

Tingling jingling. .

The phone rang again, and Alfred on the side asked the master concernedly if something had happened.

But where does Batman have time to take care of this?

He just shook his head and motioned for the phone.

"Batman! Look at you, look what you did!

you promised me...

You obviously promised me...

......"

There was only one man left crying on the other end of the phone. Batman was silent for a while and just said: "They will pay the price."

Then the phone was hung up, and only four people were left standing.

The bewildered old housekeeper;

Batman stood expressionless;

And some parents who laughed at him like crazy.

"Master, what should we do now? Should we fund the clown?"

Alfred said tentatively.

"No, we're not funding either side."

"But Master, didn't you use your family's reputation to say that you would fund it?"

"Yes, I said that. It's just that one side will get Batman worth a billion dollars and let him fight for it."

Then Batman paused for a while, clenched his fists tightly, and said with some gritted teeth:

"I think it's time to join the Riddler's side."

Alfred was shocked after hearing this!

"But sir, this guy just killed a child in front of you."

"Yes, I know Alfred, I know..."

Batman looked up at the pale boy on the surveillance camera, as if he was remembering that night again.

"But it's because of this that I should help the Riddler, because his trump card has been revealed, but the Joker is still hiding it.

We can't cause any more casualties, can we? "

"Yes...but..."

The old housekeeper hesitated to speak.

"Charles Brown is a criminal himself. He should have expected this day. As for his son, unfortunately I can't help him."

Batman seems to be convincing himself this way.

He slowly closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the ghosts of his parents standing aside, belittling and laughing at him.

He already knew he was sick, and it was getting worse.

But Bruce Wayne can get sick, Batman can't.

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Under the night, there is still such a small team wandering in the city.

Robin, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and the old hunter who is about to become an urban legend.

"Wu Ming, are we doing this right?"

The unique woman on the side asked uneasily.

It was obvious that she had reached a reconciliation with this demon agent from another world.

"Don't worry, the problem shouldn't be big, but we can't mention this matter to Batman for the time being. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Why, didn't we do a good thing?"

The young master answered his doubts: "Because Batman always has a plan, oh, we can't disturb his plan."

But to be honest, Damian actually didn't have a clear idea in his heart. After all, his father's current state was really not right.

There are no shootings or crimes on the streets of Gotham City today. After all, the two largest power leaders are currently holding peace talks. Who dares to come out to be this thorn?

But unfortunately, it seems that there is still one.

The people who were patrolling around in the super car that Robin got from nowhere suddenly discovered a huge strange bird in the sky.

No, that's not a strange bird.If you take a closer look you will find it - it is a huge green kite.

"Who is that? It looks like a kite?"

"There seems to be another person up there, Xiao Hong, do you want us to go play next time? I want to be a kite man too!"

"Is that the Kite Man? It looks like there are more restless elements." Damian pouted and stepped on the accelerator. As for what he wanted to do, of course, he was to hunt down the criminals.

It was the unfortunate middle-aged man, Charles Brown, who was in the air at this time.But thanks to Harley Quinn's joke just now, he also got his own codename: Kite Man.

Now he is carrying a large bag of US dollars and plans to join the clown gang to avenge his son.

This is the money he just got from robbing the cash transport truck.

Handfuls of banknotes were scattered downwards from the gaps in his sack, which matched his green tights perfectly.

It’s just that this man has not even thought about whether Mr. Jack Napier, who has obtained the Wayne Group building, will accept his surrender just because of such a small sum of US dollars?

Maybe this man did have this thought flashing through his mind, but he didn't dare to think about it carefully or ponder it. He was afraid that this heavy reality would hit him again.

It's just a pity that before reality hits, he first receives a whip from a vine.