What bad intentions could Batman have?.

Killer Crocodile bit the mouse into pieces, and the broken bones mixed with blood dripped from his fangs, creating red ripples in the water.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a bloody breath.

Killer Crocodile Waylon Jones has a height of over 2 meters and dark blue scales that can withstand direct rifle fire. His cold claws and fangs make him look more like a large crocodile walking upright than a human. He looks fierce and not too smart.

But even as his mind succumbed to primitive perceptions and animal instincts, he still clearly remembered the name of the person who hurt him.

"B-en!"

The name echoed in his mind like an endless scream.

He walked through the gloom of Gotham City's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemies in a universe of smelly explosions, filth and exhaust.

His arm still ached. Last time, he only managed one move in front of Bain before his arm was broken.

Killer Croc is well aware that he has become Bane's tool to prove his strength to Batman: a great humiliation and an unparalleled motivation.

The anger in the beast's heart is burning. In nature, crocodiles have always been an animal with a strong desire for revenge.

But... before taking revenge, he had to find something to eat.

Thinking of this, the ferocious beast can no longer be intimidated.

He snorted loudly.

Woo, I'm hungry, but the mouse is not hungry at all...

It's okay, I won't be hungry after resting for a while.

The big crocodile squatted in the garbage heap in grievance. Although he was a warm-blooded creature, he still had certain characteristics of a reptile, such as his tendency to sit motionless for hours.

But at this moment, his keen sense of smell detected a scent. The scent was so alluring that he stretched his crouched body like a hedgehog.

It smells so good! So delicious! What does this smell like? It's a roasted whole pig!

No, the sewer where I am hiding now should be a slum. Why is it in a slum... But it smells really good!

Killer Croc's mind turned lazily for a while and then he stopped working.

As the strings in his brain snapped, his cold vertical pupils also changed into strange shapes.

"delicious!"

With a bang, the drooling Killer Croc opened the manhole cover and crawled out from the ground. This was an abandoned open-air parking lot, with the remains of abandoned cars and various construction debris piled everywhere. There was no one around.

It was late at night in Gotham, the mist had cleared, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The cool evening breeze lingers with the fragrance, leaving kiss marks in every corner of the air.

Under the bright moonlight, Killer Crocodile saw a golden roast pig placed in the center of the clearing.

"...?"

Killer Crocodile's nictitating membrane flipped, his sanity came back online, and a look of human thinking appeared in the beast's eyes.

It's a trap. The intention of entrapment was too obvious. Is the roasted pig also poisoned?

There was no unusual smell in the air. Oh...is it deodorant?

Who would take so much pains to...well...

...Yes, who is it?

I don't know wow.

At this point in the analysis, Killer Crocodile is stuck.

Hiss, my head feels so itchy.

How can we extend our ideas later?

Forget it, never mind, but...

No matter who set all this up, Killer Croc has no intention of retreating at all.

Killer Crocodile's heart was clear, but with a pig-like look on his face, he was swaying, sweating, and walking towards the roasted pig step by step.

He already had a calculation in his mind.

No matter who is behind the scenes, he must confirm that Killer Crocodile has eaten the poisonous bait before he can take the next step.

And he had to go against the rules and bring the bait into the underground water pipes.

If the other party really comes down to see if he is poisonous, then the identity of prey and hunter will be reversed immediately; if the other party does not come, then he can also observe in secret, and then take the initiative to attack and kill.

In this way, no matter how you say it, the initiative is always firmly in your hands.

Killer Crocodile couldn't help but give his own IQ a thumbs up in his heart.

How smart I am to be able to come up with such a plan in such a short period of time!

Then he grabbed the roast pig.

next second.

ZZZZZZZZ!

Hundreds of thousands of volts of electric current passed through his body in an instant, leaving him so shocked that he fell to the ground and twitched constantly. His dark blue scales were turned black by the electricity.

Bang!

The four searchlights buried in the garbage suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.

"No, that's it?"

Killer Crocodile heard the people behind the scenes making surprised sounds from the corner:

"No way, no way, no one really could fall into such a simple trap!"

For a moment, Killer Crocodile felt that the blood all over his body rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Sanity reduced by 100%!

The brain shut down immediately, Killer Croc let out a deformed howl, and jumped up like a Parkinson's disease patient.

But because the influence of the electric current still remained on his body, his movements were more like electronic dancing than launching an attack.

But considering he weighs over 1500 pounds, this move is still very lethal.

The ventriloquist almost crawled away from where he had just stood. In the baby bat in his hand, Chen Tao's built-in wireless communication module was still reprinting taunts.

"That's it? That's it? That's it?"

At this time, Chen Tao really had the joy of trolling people on the Internet in his previous life.

In particular, the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling at the scene, but he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the roadside a few kilometers away, observing the scene using satellites and cameras mounted on the doll, which was safe and comfortable.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

A gangster was knocking on the car window outside:

"Brother, do you know whose territory this is? You have to hand in..."

Chen Tao rolled down the window, revealing his pointed ears and Batman's semi-covering mask: "Are you serious?"

The gangster who wanted to extort some money looked like he had seen Batman. He let out a girly scream, then turned around and ran away.

Damn, seeing a living Batman at night is really scary.

On the other side, Killer Croc has gone completely crazy.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Before he could even take two steps, he felt a tightness on his feet and stepped into a prepared trap.

Dozens of nooses bounced up from the soil on the ground, climbed up his body at a dizzying speed, and tied him into a rice dumpling.

Once again, he stumbled into the trap, making Killer Crocodile even more angry.

But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and couldn't break free at all. He could only crawl on the ground sadly.

"It was just that successful? Just that simple?"

Deadshot emerged from his hiding place and looked at the man dressed in yellow and blue with disgust, looking like a superhero.

"That's enough, stop chirping, Captain Javelin. You should really thank our employer for taking the initiative to take on the task of attracting enemies, so that this guy like you can survive until now.

He said sarcastically:

"I think this task just now is more suitable for you."

"I actually made 200 million US dollars in one fell swoop from this one deal! It's so easy!"

But obviously, Captain Javelin, who looked a little excited, didn't listen to what Deadshot said at all.

"Hey hey! I have 200 million US dollars, hey hey!"

He was so excited that he was speechless.

"I don't plan to take any more follow-up missions. When this mission is over, I will wash my hands and go back to my hometown to get married."

He said almost piously:

"This is the best day of my life!"

"..."

Deadshot was speechless. He ignored the idiot who came to serve as a backdrop and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him: "Send a message to Slipknot and the Tattooed Man and ask them to come over."

The Cheshire Cat nodded and was in a good mood as she could receive the money without having to do anything.

"Ahem, although it went extremely smoothly, but now that the target has been captured, then..." Deadshot turned his head and said to the ventriloquist lying next to him, breathing heavily:

"Dear employer, I am very curious. You have never allowed us to kill Killer Croc before, so why do you want him to work for you-"

He pointed at the furious Killer Croc: "Now, are you still going to do this?"

"certainly,"

Arnold cowered and couldn't speak at all. The baby bat toy in his hand answered quickly: "I have something to do..."

"No-can-forgive!"

But he was interrupted before he could finish his words. Killer Croc faced the ground, twisted, and let out a deafening roar.

Deadshot calmly put down his hands covering his ears:

"Okay, but in fact, I think you may have become enemies with this beast now - it is almost impossible to calm him down, let alone get him to work for you!"