After seeing off the Scarecrow, Penguin heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed back into his seat. The clown and the Scarecrow that came in turn tonight made him feel nervous.
Back in the office, he picked up his milk again. The milk had turned from hot to cold, with only 1/4 left.
Penguin decided that it was time to go home after drinking it.
He picked up the cup.
He put his mouth close to the rim of the cup.
If there is no accident, an accident will happen at this time.
But nothing happened.
The Penguin let out a long breath and then smiled.
That’s right, the clown broke in before, and the scarecrow broke in just now. This time, no one will break in again, right
He drank the milk in one gulp with peace of mind, and then the next second.
A younger brother stumbled into his office with a look of fear on his face, and tripped again on the shiny carpet.
"Oh no, Boss! It's Bane! Bane is coming!"
Milk spurted out of his hooked nose again.
10 minutes later.
The Penguin walked on the rooftop of the Iceberg Restaurant with Bane with a sour face.
"Come with me, Penguin."
Seeing that Penguin didn't seem to want to talk, Bane spoke first. His voice sounded like there was a hole in his throat, with some abnormal tremors, which made Penguin shudder.
Strangely, this sound sounds like a pathological reaction after inhaling the clown's special laughing gas.
The Penguin thought silently that after so many years in Gotham, he had almost become accustomed to encountering psychopaths tortured by the Joker virus on the road, so he was naturally very familiar with them.
"I know the Scarecrow has been to your place, hasn't he?"
Penguin originally wanted to tell a lie, but that would be pointless.
He wasn't sure how Bane knew about the Scarecrow, who had been here just a few minutes ago.
Then he spoke:
"Yes, he is here, just like always. Klein lamented over and over again, as if he ruled the world. Creating fear is his specialty, but he is also the one who is most frightened."
"You have a lot of complaints about him, but you still walk the line between the two sides. This is your nature." Bain replied, his eyes flashing with rationality:
"Egoism is the purest motive. I believe in him and rely on him. Every city is dominated by egoism."
"I know your family's history with this city, Copper Pat, and I understand how deeply you feel about her bricks, her mortar, and her steel. You are not like those swinging, opportunistic Gotham freaks who always try to win her without sacrifice, and then fail miserably in the shadow of Batman."
Bain said: "Like you, I understand how hard it is. I also know how it feels to be manipulated by others. I understand the feeling of despair and feeling like a thorn in the back."
He said: "This city has failed the men and women who built it. They worked hard but ended up lying dead in the streets. This is the law of the city, and it should be so."
His voice floated on the Gotham evening breeze.
"—This is the inevitable price of progress. If old buildings are not demolished, new buildings will not be built. Death is just a part of the law of nature. Believe me, I have just experienced this topic of death."
The Penguin man secretly said:
"Nonsense, did you die once before?"
Although he thought so, the Penguin's gaze was still fixed on the green buds emerging from the other half of Bane's body.
These green shoots should have sprouted on a century-old tree, not on Bane's biceps.
"I come to you almost defenselessly, Bane, because I know that right now, we still need each other." The Penguin was in no mood to waste time on sentimentality.
He said.
"You are used to changing your mind, Penguin, but I am steadfast and consistent."
Bane put his big hands on the Penguin's shoulders. He had no doubt that if the other party wanted to, these hands could break his neck in the next second.
"You are suspected by both me and those Arkham people."
"Yes, well, it's a gift, and I don't think there's any shame in using any means necessary—"
But the Penguin saw that Bane no longer paid attention to him. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, silently observing the cool city in the evening breeze.
"This is the tug of war between chaos and order, between organization and anarchy, and that's what has tormented Gotham City for decades. It was like this before you and me, and before Batman."
"For years. Gotham has been rotting and stinking in the mud, and Arkham Asylum is the largest collection of viruses in the city."
"And it is time for us to eradicate this spiritual cancer that is draining the entire city."
"I will give Gotham something it really needs - a firm direction."
"And you, Copperpater. I need you to provide me with information about Blackgate Prison, and when the Arkhamites turn to you for asylum, provide me with their intelligence, or even join my camp."
"Intelligence and opportunities are your job, but smiling but hiding a knife will become your ruthless tactics."
The Penguin looked the burly freak in the eye without fear: "But I prefer to stand aside and watch, Bane. I have already guessed what you want to do with Blackgate Prison, which is why I am talking nonsense with you.
There is something there that interests me, something that you can provide with just a little help from your position of power.”
Penguin pinched the brim of his hat: "His name is Ignatius Ogilvy.
He was my right-hand man, Emperor Penguin, and I treated him like my own son. Hehehe… "
The Penguin lowered his head and laughed, but when he looked up, the smile on his face was quickly pulled away like a puppet that had lost control.
"He was a man who wanted to replace me."
"I have much to give him back, and he owes me his life... his life that he squandered. You are to bring him to me."
Bain agreed.
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"Bruce, have you really made up your mind?" Lucius Fox is the president and technical director of Wayne Group. He is Batman's personal scientist, one of his most trusted people, and one of the few people who knows Batman's true identity.
"A fully sealed tempered glass jar, once closed, can never be opened again, the inside is completely sealed, sealed in multiple layers, not even a little gas can leak out?"
Lucius repeatedly confirmed Chen Tao's request: "It is equipped with high-tech equipment that can beat a living person into quark level, enough to kill a person in an instant and eliminate all possibilities of resurrection?"
Scientists couldn't help but complain in their hearts. Who can be resurrected after being beaten into a quark-level particle
And what do you think Quark is, the ice cream you bought downstairs or some new browser
So he could only scratch his head in a headache: "It's impossible to reach the quark level, but there is no problem in directly killing the person in the glass coffin. The only problem is."
"Bruce, are you really ready to murder someone?"