What bad intentions could Batman have?.

The Scarecrow realized that he had made a mistake.

He intended to unite the clown and unite this powerful colleague, but he forgot that the other party was a madman.

And "madmen" don't care about plans.

Of course, he Scarecrow is also a lunatic, be damned.

This is why he is 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 beat him until he lay there in disgrace, like a dying Shiba Inu.

"Wow. Looks like I came at the wrong time."

Someone pushed the door open and came in.

The Scarecrow saw a pair of feet first.

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

Riddler.

It's strange that Nygma is not wearing his iconic green coat full of question marks, the question mark cane, the iconic eye patch, and the green hat.

He was only wearing casual clothes, like a clerk who had just gotten off work.

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

The Scarecrow saw the Riddler squatting down, and then said:

"Can you please tell me where the clown went? Really - halfway through the plan, if the main actor ran away casually, it wouldn't be fun anymore."

The scarecrow managed to stand up.

He saw the figures following the Riddler: Movie Freak, Amygdala, and yes, Ventriloquist and Killer Croc.

They are all escaped inmates from Arkham Asylum.

When did the Riddler recruit them?

But what caught the Scarecrow's attention the most was the large living person held by Killer Croc.

"You got Jim Gordon - that surprises me. Nygma, what on earth do you want to do?"

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Drop drop!

The cell 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 started to struggle again. The two words "family" seem to imply something, but they seem to be just normal metaphors.

He walked out of the gate of Old Wayne Tower full of questions and melancholy, and then shook his head at the black shadow on the rooftop in the distance.

Action cancelled.

He originally planned to use a fake assassination by Talon to bring closer the relationship between Lincoln and Bruce, and at the same time clear the doubts about Lincoln and make Batman think that they are on the same side——

But now these should be postponed.

His mind was so confused now that he wasn't even in the mood to find out who had 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 a traitor who had already rebelled, it still had a huge impact on him.

A few minutes later.

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

Thanks to Bane Bat's memory, he finally learned how to use the grapple gun. Chen Tao silently unmodified the muscles from this Batman on his limbs, and then quietly walked behind the two people standing on the edge of the rooftop.

Chen Tao pressed his finger against the communicator: "I'm here, Killer Croc."

"Wow!"

Killer Croc jumped up from his spot in fright and almost fell from the edge of the rooftop.

"Hell Batman, uh, I mean boss."

Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"

The short figure standing next to Killer Croc is none other than Penguin.

His face was serious: "Batman, we are in big trouble."

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

"I had something stolen. It was a bomb."

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

Killer Croc said carelessly: "Gahaha, not only do I know that you are always being stolen, but you are also always being robbed openly."

He continued to make a not very smart voice: "I thought you were mysteriously asking me to contact Batman for you, but this is it?"

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

"Shut up. Let the penguin talk."

"okay."

Killer Crocodile used his palms as big as palms to cover his face, leaving only his two eyes flickering outside.

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

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"what?"

Killer Croc snorted and covered his mouth, the sound rushing out of his ears.

"I said what I was robbed this time was a nuclear bomb, damn Jesus," Penguin said very fast: "I have been hiding it in the warehouse - "

"Wardfark! Penguin, you are hiding a nuclear bomb, and you are selling nuclear bombs?"

Killer Croc shouted loudly: "For so many years, we have been living on a nuclear bomb? What kind of lunatic is the clown? You are the lunatic. The clown should kowtow to you twice when he sees it!"

Penguin blushed furiously: "That's enough, that's not for sale! If you're selling nuclear bombs, can you call them selling nuclear bombs? That's selling arms!"

The short Penguin was so confident that he actually suppressed Killer Crocodile with his burst of momentum.

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 arms generally refer to grenades, submachine guns and rocket launchers, not tanks, armed helicopters, jet fighters and nuclear weapons. .

As he spoke, the big green man also began to scold confidently:

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

"The goods that leaked out when that country was disintegrated," Penguin explained:

"I just got it by chance, not a stable supply. It happened a long time ago. I was not very strong at the time, so I only got two."

"Wadfalk, wait, you got two?"

Killer Croc suddenly discovered Hua Dian.

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

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

"I resold it."

"Not for sale".

Killer Crocodile whispered: "Although I know it's not a good idea to ask these questions, I still want to ask quietly - how much did you sell it for?"

Penguin thought for a moment and held out five fingers.

"5 million?"

"Two billion."

Chen Tao estimated in his mind that the cost of the Justice League's watchtower was about 5000 billion. This nuclear bomb sold about 1/1000 of the watchtower.

A Bat Plane costs about 50 billion, and this nuclear bomb costs 1/10 of the price of the plane.

Are you selling out such dangerous things for such a small amount of money?

Chen Tao felt tired.

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

Penguin said: "Killed with a knife to the throat, a professional killer's technique, they died before they could react. It was impossible to tell who did it from the scene. Victor Zsasz? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warriors Alliance? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warriors Alliance? Which master is good at swordsmanship?"

He said: "I have no clue, Batman, this matter is beyond the level I can handle. I am a criminal, but not a psychopath. I bought nuclear bombs just to sell them."

He said: "Whether it's the Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, or the Riddler, it's not the most important thing now."

He said: "If we can't find this nuclear bomb, if it is detonated in Gotham -"

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