Salas didn't know what Red Robin was thinking, he was still immersed in the excitement of seeing Batman soon.

Surely he would have laughed if he had known.

He didn't expect that in just half a year, people from the Bat family actually thought of him this way.

Salas thinks that although he is crazy, he is rationally crazy—he even thinks that he is not crazy. The word crazy is just the general public's prejudice against people who think differently from his own.

But since most people couldn't understand what he meant, he also understood that those people called it crazy.

After all, he is such a considerate person.

But if you want to compare him with the clown, then he feels very uncomfortable, he is not a clown, he is much kinder than the clown, he never kills.

He knows how much bats hate clowns, he hates clowns going crazy, he hates clowns killing people.

Salas said aggrievedly that he had never done the above things before, how could the bat compare him to the clown?

Salas started to use the ability he learned in Chaldea to commit crimes in Gotham half a year ago.

For no other reason, he likes to do it.

After all, he also has a surname named Aogu, perhaps because he still has the blood of the League of Assassins in his bones—sometimes he wonders if the fellow brother he just found back not long ago will also have the same blood as him. The same problem, or the day he was born, he took away more parts belonging to Aogu from his genes.

He enjoys the crazy nights in Gotham, but he still has his own bottom line-he never kills.

It's rare among criminals in Gotham, but he persists because it's clear that he just likes being a criminal, not a murderer.

Especially since he loves Batman.

Batman is a very interesting vigilante. In a place like Gotham, he can always stick to his principle of not killing people.

He is a vigilante who does not kill, so Salas is a criminal who does not kill.

So Batman thought of him so much, which made him feel very wronged.

Fortunately, he didn't know what Red Robin was thinking, otherwise he would have been mentally entangled for a long time.

Here, Red Robin looked at Salas defensively. He didn't answer what Salas said, because he knew very well that there was no need to pay too much attention to what the villains said, otherwise they would only get more and more excited as they talked.

But Salas couldn't control it anymore. He hasn't talked to anyone recently, and most of the people around him are people who don't know his true face.

"Is Bat still in Arkham now?" he said with suppressed excitement. "Who is he beating up now? The Calendar Man? Zas? Or Two-Face?"

Now that Arkham's guards are basically invisible, in this way, Arkham's villains must have almost run out.

Red Robin is wearing a mask, so the expression on his face cannot be seen, but the subtle reactions of his body can intuitively express his mood at the moment.

The body tensed slightly, and the muscles tightened subconsciously.

He guessed right, things were bad in Arkham right now.

Salas licked his lips, and it was more suitable for him to suddenly insert a hand in this situation.

He rushed towards Red Robin suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, sharp and sharp nails grew out of his normal hands.

Those nails are made of metal and can easily cut through a person's throat.

Red Robin had been guarding against him all the time, so he was naturally ready to fight back. Who knew that the first thing Saras did after approaching him was not to cut Red Robin's throat with his weapon, but to open his mouth——

An elegant and beautiful voice came out of his throat naturally.

The Phantom of the Opera refers to a disfigured genius musician, she has a concrete image in people's minds, and as a musician, his most remarkable ability is naturally his singing voice.

Salas's singing has a charm that humans cannot refuse.

Red Robin was confused by his fingers, and never thought that Salas's attack was aimed at the spirit. He fell into his trap when he didn't notice it for a while.

When he fell to the ground, he was basically unconscious.

Salas smiled, but he didn't do anything to Red Robin. He just walked past Red Robin and walked to the central control room.

Then he stretched out his hand, his fingers changed back to normal, ready to press the button that could open the doors of all the patients' rooms in Arkham.

This was what he had prepared from the very beginning, to have a carnival night that belonged to Arkham.

Oswald was counting on him to come and help rescue Nygma, but Salas was here to play from the start.

He loves Arkham, he loves Batman, and he loves Arkham and Batman even more when they collide.

But before he could press down his hand, a streak of white mucus suddenly firmly fixed his hand to the wall next to it.

This time it was Salas' turn to ignore it for a while.

He reflected, it must be that he hadn't committed a crime for too long recently, and he was left behind by others under such circumstances.

This is the first time he has been controlled since he became a villain. Even Batman failed to capture him.

Salas looked up and saw the red-clothed Spider-Man on the wall not far from him looking at him.

Spiderman.

"I thought Spider-Man should be in New York, isn't he a good neighbor in New York?" Even though he couldn't move one hand, Salas remained calm and graceful.

He asked very seriously, who knew that the other party really gave him an equally serious answer.

"Um... probably brought here by someone." Peter said very sincerely.

He was indeed brought here, and was accidentally brought out on a mission, and by the way, he ran into Robin from the Batman and was plotted against.

And the man who brought him here is now—

After he thought this way, the two of them heard a huge explosion sound from within Arkham at the same time, and then the red-gold battle armor jumped from the ground and took off into the sky.

It's Iron Man.

Turns out he was brought by Iron Man.

The whole world knows that Iron Man has recently added a young superhero named Spider-Man.

And the last thing Salas expected was that Iron Man would actually come here.

From this point of view, Nygma will not be able to escape from prison today.

And Salas...

How could Salas have been arrested?

"Come here, little hero." Salas suddenly called out to Peter.

Peter has been paying attention to this villain's movements. Before coming here, Tony specifically told him that Arkham is crazy, so he must be careful and careful, and it is best not to listen to them.

So he immediately shook his head and looked at Salas defensively.

It was the first time Salas was rejected. After a second of stunned, he smiled: "Are you sure you won't come? As the first hero who successfully stuck to me, I have a gift for you."

"I'll come back after you're caught." Peter said carefully.

"Hahahaha." Salas laughed, "Then you probably won't have a chance."

After he finished speaking, his fingernails stretched out a sharp blade again, and quickly cut off the spider silk that was entangled with him.

Those spider threads were difficult to cut, but they were easily cut like paper in his hands.

"I have a chance to see you again, little spider." Salas's body burst into blue flames. He was too lazy to run back wearing his body, and directly activated the doll's self-destruct system. Anyway, all the abilities come from his consciousness. He only needs to I am willing to create countless new dolls, "I will keep your gift for you, but you interrupted my meeting with the bat..."

"...I will remember too."

As soon as the voice fell, Salas turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared.

Peter.spiderman.Parker's eyes widened—

Mr. Stark, there was a villain here just now!

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