Killer Croc bit the mouse in his mouth to pieces. Broken bones mixed with blood dripped from his fangs, creating red ripples in the water.
He opened his mouth and exhaled a bloody breath.
Killer Croc Waylon Jones is over 2.2 meters tall and has dark green scales that are strong enough to protect against direct rifle fire. His claws and fangs glow with cold light, making him look more like a giant crocodile walking upright than a human being. He appears to be both ferocious and not very smart.
But even though his mind succumbed to primitive perception and animal instincts, he still clearly remembered the name of the person who hurt him.
"B-en!"
The name echoed in his mind like an endless scream.
He traveled through the shadows of Gotham's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemy in that universe of foul explosions, filth, and exhaust.
His arm was still aching. Last time, he only managed one blow from Bane before his arm was broken.
Killer Croc is well aware that he has become Bane's tool to prove his strength to Batman: this is a great humiliation, but also an incomparable motivation.
The anger in the beast's heart was burning fiercely. In nature, crocodiles have always been animals with a strong sense of revenge.
But... before he could exact his revenge, he had to find something to eat.
Thinking of this, the ferocious beasts no longer looked powerful.
He snorted dejectedly.
Wow, I'm hungry, but mice are not hungry at all...
It’s okay, you won’t be hungry after a rest.
The big crocodile squatted in the garbage dump with grievance. Although he is a warm-blooded creature, he still has certain reptilian characteristics, such as liking to sit motionless for hours.
But at this moment, his keen sense of smell detected a fragrance. The fragrance was so tempting that he stretched out his curled body like a hedgehog.
What a nice smell! What a nice smell! What is this smell? It's a roasted whole pig!
No, the sewer where I am hiding now should be above the slums. Why is there... in the slums? But it smells so good!
Killer Croc's brain worked lazily for a while and then stopped working.
As the strings in his brain snapped, his cold vertical pupils changed into strange shapes.
"Delicious!"
With a bang, the drooling Killer Croc lifted the manhole cover and crawled out from underground. This was an abandoned open-air parking lot, with the wreckage of abandoned cars and various construction waste piled everywhere, and there was no one around.
It was late at night in Gotham, the mist had dissipated, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The cool evening breeze and the fragrance lingered, leaving kiss marks in every corner of the air.
Under the bright moonlight, Killer Croc saw a golden roasted pig placed in the center of the open space.
"…?"
Killer Croc's nictitating membrane fluttered, his sanity returned, and a human-like look of thought appeared in his animal eyes.
It's a trap. The intention to entrap is too obvious. Was the roasted pig also poisoned
There's no unusual smell in the air. Oh... is that the deodorant
Who would go to such great lengths to...
…Yes, who is it
I don't know wow.
At this point in the analysis, Killer Croc was stuck.
Hiss, my head itches.
How should the subsequent ideas be extended
Never mind, but...
No matter who set up all this, Killer Croc has no intention of retreating at all.
Killer Croc knew everything in his mind, but he looked like a pig. He staggered, drooled, and walked towards the roasted pig step by step.
He already had a plan in mind.
Whoever is behind this must make sure that Killer Croc has eaten the poisonous bait before he can proceed to the next step.
But he decided to do something unconventional and take the bait into the underground water pipe.
If the opponent really comes down to see if the poison has taken effect, then the identities of prey and hunter will immediately be reversed; if the opponent does not come, then he can also observe secretly and then take the initiative to attack and kill.
In this way, no matter what, the initiative is always firmly in our hands.
Killer Croc couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up for his intelligence.
I am so smart to come up with such a plan in such a short time!
Then he grabbed a hold of the roasted pig.
Next second.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity passed through his body in an instant, leaving him burnt inside and out. He fell to the ground and twitched continuously, and his dark green scales were turned black by the electricity.
Bang!
Four searchlights buried in the garbage dump suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.
"No, that's it?"
Killer Croc heard the surprised voices of those behind the scenes from the corner:
"No way, no way, there's no way someone would really fall for such a simple trap!"
In an instant, Killer Croc felt all the blood in his body rushing from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head!
Sanity reduced by 100%!
The brain went offline immediately, and Killer Croc let out a distorted howl and started swaying like a Parkinson's patient.
However, because the influence of the electric current still remained in his body, his movements were more like electronic dancing than an attack.
But considering that he weighs over 1,500 pounds, this move is still very lethal.
The ventriloquist almost crawled away from where he had just stood. The wireless communication module built into Chen Tao's bat baby in his hand was still constantly reposting taunts.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?"
At this moment, Chen Tao really felt the joy he had in blasting people on the Internet in his previous life.
Especially when the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling on the scene, he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the roadside a few kilometers away, observing the scene with satellites and cameras mounted on the doll, safely and comfortably.
Knock knock knock!
A thug was knocking on the car window outside:
"Brother, do you know whose territory this is? You have to pay..."
Chen Tao rolled down the car window, revealing his pointed ears and Batman-style half-covered mask: "Are you serious?"
The thug who wanted to extort some money looked like he had seen Batman. He let out a sissy scream and turned and ran away.
Damn, seeing a living Batman late at night is really scary.
On the other side, Killer Croc has gone completely crazy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He hadn't taken two steps when he felt something tight on his feet and stepped into a trap that had been prepared in advance.
Dozens of lassoes sprang up from the mud on the ground and climbed up his body at a dizzying speed, tying him up like a dumpling.
Once again, he fell into the trap head-on, and Killer Croc became even angrier.
But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and he couldn't break free at all. He could only crawl on the ground sadly.
"It was successful just like that? It was successful just that easily?"
Deadshot emerged from his hiding place and looked with disdain at the man dressed in yellow and blue, who looked like a superhero.
"That's enough of your chatter, Captain Javelin. You should really be grateful that our employer was willing to take the initiative to take on the task of attracting the enemy, which is why you are still here today.
He said sarcastically:
"I think this mission is more suitable for you."
"I made $2 million from this deal! It was so easy!"
But it was obvious that the Javelin Captain, who seemed a little excited, didn't listen to what the Death Shooter said at all.
"Hey hey hey! I have 2 million dollars, hey hey hey!"
He was so excited that he was incoherent.
"I don't plan to take on any more follow-up missions. When this mission is over, I will retire and return to my hometown to get married."
He said almost reverently:
“This is the best day of my life!”
"… "
Deadshot was speechless. He ignored the idiot who was there as a background and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him, "Send a message to Slipknot and Tattoo Man, and ask them to come over."
The Cheshire Cat nodded. She was in a good mood as she could receive the money without having to lift a finger.
"Well, although it went unusually smoothly, now that the target has been captured, then..." Death Shooter turned around and said to the ventriloquist who was lying next to him and breathing heavily:
"Dear employer, I am very curious. You have always disallowed us from killing Killer Croc, saying that you want him to work for you—"
He pointed at the furious Killer Croc: "Now, are you still going to do this?"
"certainly,"
Arnold was so timid that he couldn't say a word. The bat baby toy in his hand answered first: "I can do..."
"Unforgivable!"
But he was interrupted before he could finish his words. Killer Croc fell face first to the ground, twisting his body and letting out a deafening roar.
Death Shooter calmly put down his hands that were covering his ears:
"Okay, but the truth is, I think you've probably made an enemy of this beast by now - it's going to be almost impossible to keep him quiet, let alone get him to work for you!"