What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have

Chapter 44: Night of the Penguin

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The Penguin returned to his office.

The exquisite hairstyle and single gold-rimmed glasses that he had spent a lot of money on were not damaged at all, but there were traces of dust on them and a few drops of blood on his face, but he quickly wiped them off without leaving a trace.

He slowly sat back in his office chair.

His female secretary pushed open the door and hurried into the room. Her high heels immediately stopped making any sound when they touched the floor.

She quietly walked behind the Penguin and gently massaged his shoulders.

"So... Boss?"

She said, "What does the clown have to say to you?"

She originally wanted to say, "What does the clown want you to do?" but her survival instinct quickly made her stop talking.

"Same old, Maiev." Penguin rubbed his brows: "Another game waiting for Batman to participate. You know the old three things: hostages, bombs, and which one to save."

"The amusement park in the suburbs, or the Ace Chemical Plant, who knows, the Joker always buys some cornered places. I have to say that these are nothing new. I bet there might be piranhas there, but the hostages this time might be a bit heavyweight."

Penguin exhaled, picked up the half-finished milk and stopped drinking: "Mayor Carlo, you know. A few hours ago, I just received information that he was leading 20,000 National Guards in high spirits. And then? He just lost control of his bowels and urinated in front of me."

He said sarcastically, "Like a dog."

"But even if Carlo is a dog, he's still the mayor," said Maeve. "Batman has his work cut out for him."

The Penguin Man didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

He cursed, "Damn clown, every time he comes to someone's house, he always finds a reason to kill people!"

But the anger soon disappeared from the Penguin's face. The lives of those killed brothers were also worthless to him.

He said:

"Go and dispose of the bodies of those idiots killed by the clowns in the restaurant. Clean up the blood. I don't want any customers to say there's some red on the floor when the restaurant opens tomorrow."

"yes."

Only after his secretary left did the Penguin finally relax.

To make up for the shock he had today, he decided to eat 5 more cookies... no, 10.

But just as he stood up and was about to look for cookies, the gentle expression disappeared from his face.

The reasons for disappearance are:

Someone was breathing behind him.

It's just a matter of simply breathing the air in and then exhaling it.

The Penguin could even hear the hissing sound of air flowing around his ears.

This sudden threat made his heart tighten. He subconsciously took a deep breath and then forgot that he was still drinking milk.

Cough cough cough!

He snorted loudly, spitting milk from his nose, and then stood up suddenly. He knew who was behind him -

There is only one person in Gotham who is so skilled in using intimidation to this degree.

Penguin said, "That's enough, Klein. No matter what you came here to say to me, scaring me with ghost tricks will not change the outcome of our conversation."

"ell, after all these years, you are still so sharp, Copper Pat."

Penguin turned around, but there was no one behind him. He turned his head back to the front and saw a tall and thin man like a bamboo pole suddenly appeared on a chair in his office.

The Penguin simply wiped off the milk and showed a familiar expression.

"Klein, my old friend, I thought you were as obedient to the Joker as I saw you do."

"This is just a temporary cooperation, Copper Pat. I don't know when you became so fond of empty talk."

"Ha, did the Joker know that you left him and came back alone?"

The Scarecrow stared into the Penguin's eyes.

"The Joker and I are just partners, Copperpat. As long as our interests cannot be aligned, this fragile alliance can be destroyed at any time."

"Yes, you are right. I understand it completely."

Seeing that the threat posed by the Penguin had dissipated, Scarecrow got straight to the point and stated his purpose directly: "I'm here to see Bane."

He said: "He is a guy who should be feared, and we can both see that he is the mastermind behind everything that has happened recently."

"I have no doubt that Batman can stop him, but I think this is a good time to end it all - if we can unite all of Arkham."

The Penguin tried hard to prevent the milk from gushing out of his nostrils again because of this plan.

He said perfunctorily, "As a friend, Klein, I believe that any attempt to intimidate any of our colleagues will only have the opposite effect."

"And it's hard enough to keep these lunatics from crossing the line, and you add fuel to the fire and lead them to do something big?"

"So what happens next? Just watch Batman defeat Bane? Let Batman once again do everything he can to control all of Gotham?"

The Penguin clicked his tongue.

"Then you should do the job you have given yourself and stop everyone."

"Bane, Batman, and those disobedient colleagues, you can try to defeat them all by yourself and fulfill your ambitions."

Penguin said:

"If you just want a piece of land in Gotham, I can give it to you anytime. But you want the Arkhamites to listen to you? What are you going to do to keep them in check?"

Penguin said: "Depend on money, loyalty, or mercy? Or the belief in taking or defending this city, fighting for this city?"

Penguin shook his head.

"My ancestor Nathan Kpoppat protected Gotham during the Civil War, and a man like him, a man with nothing compared to you, would never cry like a pussy while fighting for his city."

"But unfortunately, this kind of integrity only exists in books, and escape is the nature of Arkham people. You are as completely crazy as the Joker, you idiot in a Halloween costume."

"External force." The Scarecrow, who had been silent the whole time, said, "External force. Otherwise, why do you think I hang out with the clown?"

Chen Tao silently withdrew his attention from the Alfred Protocol.

The transformation abilities that the agreement brought him did not need to be realized immediately, and he had a long time to study them slowly.

"We should go back." He said to everyone present.

"… "

"So when did I become your subordinate?" Poison Ivy looked at the Ventriloquist, then at the Cheshire Cat, and then at Deadshot who helped Harley Quinn up from the ground.

She kicked the other person away: "Get out of here, I'm the only one who can support Harley!"

"That's why you come with us." Chen Tao said.

Then he ignored everyone and dialed Alfred's number.

Three minutes later, he and Alfred were sitting together in the seat of the invisible plane.

"Alfred, help me contact Lucius," he said.

Bane's laughing gas and his twisted smile made Chen Tao feel the presence of a person, something he had imagined before... It must be put on the manufacturing schedule, and there is also a plan to continue to recover the available combat power -

He will have a lot of things to do and many plans to advance.