What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have

Chapter 52: Nuclear bomb

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The Scarecrow discovered that he had made a mistake.

He intended to unite the Joker, this powerful colleague, but he forgot that the other party was a madman.

And "madmen" don't care about plans.

Of course, he, the Scarecrow, is also a lunatic, what the hell.

That's why he's lying on the ground with a bruised face. The fear gas has no effect on the Joker, but the Joker didn't kill him. He just beat him so hard that he lay there in disgrace, like a dying Shiba Inu.

"Wow. Looks like I'm here at the wrong time."

Someone pushed the door open.

The Scarecrow first saw a pair of feet.

Brown leather boots, gray windbreaker. But when the scarecrow looked up, he found that the other person was his old friend, Edward Nygma.

Riddler.

Strangely, Nygma is not wearing his iconic green coat with question marks on it, his question mark cane, his iconic eye patch, and his green hat.

He was only wearing casual clothes, like a clerk who had just got off work.

"Wow, what's going on? I heard the Joker was with you. How troublesome! This is a little beyond my expectations."

The Scarecrow saw the Riddler crouch down, and said:

"Can you tell me where the Joker is? Really - if the main character just runs away halfway through the plan, it will be too late to continue."

The Scarecrow managed to stand up.

He saw the figures following the Riddler: Movie Freak, Amygdala, and yes, the Ventriloquist and Killer Croc.

They are all prisoners who escaped from Arkham Asylum.

When did the Riddler recruit them

But what attracted the Scarecrow's attention most was the big living person in Killer Croc's hand.

"You got Jim Gordon here—that surprises me. Nygma, what on earth do you want?"

Beep beep!

The cell phone on Chen Tao's waist rang.

He stood up and said, "Excuse me, Mr. March, I think we should stop here today. We have reached a consensus on cooperation, and I believe we will be as harmonious as a family in the future."

Lincoln March began to struggle again. The word family seemed to imply something, but it seemed to be just a normal metaphor.

He walked out of the gate of the old Wayne Tower with a lot of questions and melancholy in his heart, and then shook his head at the dark shadow on the rooftop in the distance.

Action canceled.

He originally planned to use a fake assassination by the Claw to bring Lincoln and Bruce closer together, and at the same time clear Lincoln of suspicion, so that Batman would think they were on the same side -

But now all this should be postponed.

His mind was in a mess, and he didn't even have the mood to find out who had just called Batman. He just wanted to be quiet. Today he heard a story that was completely different from what the court had told him. Although he was a traitor who had long been rebellious, it still had a huge impact on him.

A few minutes later.

Pulled by the hook, Chen Tao landed lightly on the rooftop of a building. It looked like a residential roof, which was full of clothes hanging to dry.

Thanks to Bane's memory, he finally learned how to use the grappling gun. Chen Tao silently untransformed the muscles of the Batman on his limbs, and then quietly walked behind the two people standing on the edge of the rooftop.

Chen Tao pressed his finger against the communicator: "I'm here, Killer Croc."

“Wow!”

Killer Croc was so scared that he jumped up from his spot and almost fell off the edge of the roof.

"Damn Batman, er, I mean the boss."

Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"

The short figure standing next to Killer Croc is none other than the Penguin.

His face was serious: "Batman, we are in big trouble."

Chen Tao didn't say anything, he stared at the other person. Penguin knew that this meant "quickly speak".

"I had something stolen. It was a bomb."

"Ha, what's the big deal? Don't you get robbed all the time? You're used to it."

Killer Croc said carelessly, "Hahaha, not only do I know that you are always being robbed, but you are also always being robbed openly."

He continued in a not-so-clever voice: "I thought you were asking me to contact Batman for some mysterious reason, so that's all?"

"It's not uncommon for you to be robbed. Sometimes when someone is poor, they will rob you. I've stolen from you before..."

"Shut up. Let the penguin talk."

"Oh, okay."

Killer Croc covered his face with his palms as big as a palm leaf fan, leaving only his two eyes blinking outside.

The Penguin stared at Killer Croc angrily, then said, "But what was stolen from me this time was a nuclear bomb."

"What?"

Killer Croc snorted and covered his mouth as the sound rushed out of his ears.

"I said that what was stolen this time was a nuclear bomb, damn it, Jesus God," the Penguin said very quickly, "I have been hiding it in the warehouse-"

"Wardfake! Penguin, you have a nuclear bomb hidden, and you're selling it?"

Killer Croc shouted loudly: "For so many years, we have been living on a nuclear bomb? The Joker is not a psychopath, you are the psychopath, the Joker should kowtow to you!"

Penguin's face flushed with anger, "That's enough, that's not for sale! Can you call that selling nuclear bombs? That's called selling arms!"

The short Penguin was so confident that the momentum he burst out in an instant actually suppressed Killer Croc.

The big man with green scales turned half of his body and muttered aggrievedly: "I know you have always been an arms dealer, but I thought arms generally refer to grenades, submachine guns and rocket launchers, not tanks, armed helicopters, jet fighters and nuclear weapons.

As he spoke, the big green guy also began to criticize confidently:

"I thought the business of selling tanks and fighter jets was the most outrageous arms deal in the world."

"The goods that came out when the country disintegrated," Penguin explained:

"It was just a coincidence, not a stable supply. It happened a long time ago, and I was not very strong at the time, so I only got two."

"Wardfake, wait, you got two?"

Killer Croc suddenly discovered the bright spot.

"It's all right, it's all right. Only one was stolen."

"Oh, I see. What about the other one?"

"I sold it."

Not for sale.

Killer Croc whispered, "Although I know it's not a good idea to ask these questions, I'll still quietly ask - how much did you sell it for?"

The Penguin Man thought about it and held up five fingers.

"50 million?"

"Five hundred million."

Chen Tao estimated in his mind that the cost of building the Justice League Watchtower was about 500 billion, and this nuclear bomb sold for about 1/1000 of the Watchtower.

A Batplane costs about 5 billion, and this nuclear bomb was sold for 1/10 of the price of the plane.

You're selling something so dangerous just for a little money

Chen Tao felt tired.

"All the people I placed in the warehouse were killed. They didn't know what they were guarding."

Penguin said: "One cut to the throat killed them, a professional killer-level technique, they died before they could react. It is impossible to tell from the scene who did it. Victor Zsasz? Or an assassin from the Shadow Warrior League? Or some expert in swordsmanship?"

He said: "I have no idea, Batman, this is beyond my ability to handle. I am a criminal, but not a psychopath. I bought the bomb just to sell it."

He said: "Whether it's the Joker, Bane, Scarecrow, or the Riddler, it's not the most important thing now."

He said, "If we can't find this bomb, and it goes off in Gotham—"

He said, "Then it's all over, Bat."