What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"See...what's going on? You never said beforehand that you had reached a cooperation with Scarecrow Jonathan Crane!"

The two muscular claws roared and fought with the traitors under Penguin. Lincoln March raised his arm armor, and the three-dimensional 3D screen that lit up showed a man wearing a white owl mask.

Lincoln March looked confused on the surface, trying his best not to express anger in his voice:

"You have obviously already negotiated with him, why do you still arrange for me to pretend to inspect him?"

In just a few seconds, Lincoln March's head had turned eighteen turns.

Anger rushed to his head, making his brain clear:

"If I guess correctly, without Penguin's betrayal of this unexpected incident, I'm afraid I would have a very happy conversation with Scarecrow, because in terms of power and strength, Scarecrow meets the criteria for a collaborator that you have given me before... "

The Court of Owls' internal exploratory plan for it was quickly and completely deduced in his mind:

"Then after the guests and hosts have had a good time, the Scarecrow will take the opportunity to say that he is very interested in me and wants to establish a personal alliance with me, bypassing the court..."

Lincoln March continued to add in his mind:

"Then I will refuse, and then the court will create other things to lower my vigilance against the straw man. When I completely believe that I am the first court member to contact the straw man, I am afraid that I will really reach something with the straw man behind the court's back. The partnership...and if the Scarecrow turns around and tells the court all these things, that will be my...end."

His heart was filled with ice, and he suppressed his anger and murderous intent without any expression in his tone or face.

That's right, the face.

Although he was wearing a helmet, he was not sure whether the court had installed a monitor on his helmet, nor was he sure whether the expression on his face was being monitored by people in the court at this moment. He was not sure about anything. I am sure, and therefore, I dare not relax for a moment.

Sooner or later I'll kill you all.

His heart was furious, but Bruce Wayne's melancholy face suddenly appeared in his mind.

"...I have a younger brother, his name is Thomas Wayne Jr., hahaha. My parents and I love him very much, but he was born with poor health..."

"...My parents entrusted him to Liulin Hospital, but one day he disappeared and I have been looking for him..."

"...If you become the mayor of Gotham, can you help me find my brother?"

"...Please forgive me for this presumptuous request. I know that the mayor should not use his power to do personal things for me..."

"...I have always missed my brother..."

"...He is my relative..."

"……family……"

"...It will be difficult to find him. There is no way he will be called Thomas Wayne Jr...."

But it's possible he was called Lincoln March.

"I don't understand, court." Lincoln March had a clear and confused expression on his face:

“As the court’s most loyal claws, I should not have questioned the court’s decision.

But I don't understand why the court wants me to perform such a meaningless task? "

silence.

The man in the white owl mask opposite didn't speak.

Lincoln March tried his best to control his heart rate to prevent any changes. Although he had received amber gold enhancement, his heart was still beating.

He secretly concealed it from the court and had undergone special intensive training on polygraph machines. With only a little training, he could deceive that stupid machine.

He was confident that even now that he was put on a lie detector test, the court would not find that he was telling the truth.

"It's not meaningless, Lincoln." The man in the white owl mask said, "It's just to test the scarecrow, don't worry about it."

He said: "Now, you just need to help Scarecrow get rid of Penguin. Copopart, that stupid guy. When Falcone left, we spared his life...

But he should not interfere with the court's plans. The thing he regretted most before his death would be his erratic personality throughout his life. "

"It's Venom, Oswald."

The scarecrow stood up from the ground, stretching his tall and thin body like a bamboo pole.

“He helped me realize that supplementing your strength is not admitting your insignificance.”

Bang bang bang bang!

Without saying a word, Death Shooter started pouring bullets at him. If there was any thought of capturing the opponent alive and intact before, there was no need to hold back anymore.

All kinds of bullets poured towards the scarecrow's limbs, and the four muzzles in his hands fired at the same time. The metal storm would tear apart the scarecrow's limbs in the next second, turning him into a real human pig.

Even if it causes the other party to be permanently disabled or has the possibility of bleeding to death, it doesn't matter. He must be protected before two sharp claws come to protect him...

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

The sound of fine sword flashes is endless, and the sound of bullets and blades colliding is as beautiful as a sonata played by a musician.

Bullets slowly fell to the ground one by one, and the Deadshot stopped shooting, his face looking indifferent.

Such ordinary shooting cannot do anything to the opponent.

The scarecrow tightened his collar and wiped his head.

“In fact, there is power in knowing your limitations.”

He said: "And I have long realized that the best way to intimidate others is to have unknown cards and new powers."

He slowly opened his hand, and Lincoln March just watched the seven claws he brought walking past him one by one, almost treating him as if he didn't exist.

At this moment, Jonathan Crane is more like the spokesperson of the Court of Owls than him.

"Hey, no way!"

Harley Quinn stood next to the other muscle claw and shouted loudly: "No way, no way, they are not really all muscle monsters, are they? They can't be so outrageous!"

What she responded to was that the muscular claw next to her slashed the place where she had just stood.

The samurai sword, which was originally about the same length as an arm, was held in the hand with muscular claws, like a 1-meter strong man holding a small table knife.

But even so, under the influence of the huge force, the floor where Harley originally stood exploded immediately.

"Harley! Damn it, don't stand so close to this monster!"

Poison Ivy immediately directed the huge plant to roll up and send the claws flying backwards:

"Harry! You are a weak and helpless cute little girl, and I am a witch. You should have left all these dangerous guys to me..."

"I'm a witch too!"

Harley Quinn said, she jumped on Talon who was lying on the ground, and hit the opponent's head hard with a baseball bat: "Collapse!"

With a bang, Harry felt that the force he used was so strong that it hurt his hands. This force was enough to crush an ordinary person's head like a watermelon.

But the next second, she saw the claws straightening up her head without any damage, and shredding the vines wrapped around her body with her backhand.

"Ah oh."

There was a roar, and in the rising smoke, Harley turned somersaults and escaped beautifully and cutely.

"Come on, be angry, claws!" Scarecrow raised his hands: "Use your venom!"

The next second, all the claws let out a deafening roar!

As the seven shadows gradually grew taller and larger, the Penguin swallowed.

He immediately put his hands on the headphones decisively: "Batman!!! Help!!!"