"See... What's going on? You never told me beforehand that you had reached a cooperation with Scarecrow Jonathan Crane!"
The two muscular claws roared and fought with the traitors under the Penguin. Lincoln March raised his arm armor, and a man wearing a white owl mask appeared on the lit 3D screen.
Lincoln March looked confused and tried his best not to let his voice sound angry:
"You have obviously already negotiated with him, why did you arrange for me to pretend to inspect him?"
In just a few seconds, Lincoln March's mind had turned eighteen corners.
Rage rushed to his head, clearing his mind:
"If I'm not mistaken, if the Penguin hadn't betrayed me, I'm afraid I would have had a very pleasant conversation with the Scarecrow, because in terms of both power and strength, the Scarecrow meets the standards you gave me as a partner before..."
The Owl Court's internal exploration plan was quickly and completely deduced in his mind:
"Then, after both the host and the guests have had a good time, Scarecrow will take the opportunity to say that he is very interested in me and wants to establish a personal alliance with me, bypassing the court..."
Lincoln March continued to add in his mind:
"Then I will refuse, and the court will create other things to lower my vigilance against Scarecrow. When I completely believe that I am the first member of the court to contact Scarecrow, I am afraid that I will really reach some cooperation with Scarecrow behind the court's back... And if Scarecrow tells the court all these things, then it will be my... doomsday."
His heart was cold as he suppressed his anger and murderous intent, not showing any of it in his tone or facial expression.
That’s right, face.
Although he was wearing a helmet, he was not sure whether the court had installed a monitor on his helmet, nor was he sure whether the expression on his face was being monitored by the court staff. He was unsure of everything, and therefore, he dared not relax for a moment.
Sooner or later I will kill you all.
He was furious inside, but Bruce Wayne's melancholy face suddenly appeared in his mind.
“… I have a younger brother, his name is Thomas Wayne Jr., hahahaha, my parents and I love him very much, but he was born with a poor health…”
"… My parents entrusted him to the Willow Grove Hospital, but one day he disappeared and I have been looking for him…"
"… If you become the mayor of Gotham, can you help me find my brother?"
"… Please forgive my presumptuous request. I know that the mayor should not use his full strength to do things for me personally…"
“…I’ve been missing my brother…”
“… He is my relative…”
"… family… "
"... it's hard to find him, he can't be called Thomas Wayne Jr. anymore..."
But it's possible that his name was Lincoln March.
"I don't understand, court." Lincoln March's face showed a clear expression of confusion:
“As the most loyal claw of the court, I should not have questioned the decision of the court.
But I don’t understand why the court wants me to perform such a meaningless task.”
silence.
The man in the white owl mask opposite did not speak.
Lincoln March tried his best to control his heart rate so that it would not change at all. Although he had been strengthened by electrum, his heart was still beating.
He had secretly undergone special intensive polygraph training without the knowledge of the court, and with only a little training he was able to deceive that stupid machine.
He was confident that even now, when he was put on a polygraph, the court would not find that he was not speaking his mind.
"It's not meaningless, Lincoln." The man in the white owl mask said, "It's just to test the scarecrow. Don't worry about it."
He said: "Now, you just need to help Scarecrow get rid of Penguin. Copper Pat, this stupid guy. When Falcone left, we spared his life...
But he should not have interfered with the court's plans. The thing he will regret most before he dies will be his erratic personality throughout his life."
"It's Venom, Oswald."
The scarecrow stood up from the ground, stretching out his tall and thin body like a bamboo pole.
“He helped me realize that replenishing my own strengths was not an admission of insignificance.”
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The Death Shooter started firing bullets at him without saying a word. If he had thought of capturing the opponent alive and well before, there was no need to hold back now.
All kinds of bullets poured towards the Scarecrow's limbs. The four guns in his hands fired at the same time. The metal storm would tear the Scarecrow's limbs apart in the next second, turning him into a real human pig.
Even if it causes the other person to be disabled for life or bleed to death, it doesn't matter. Before the two claws come to protect him...
clang clang clang clang clang!
The sound of fine knife flashes was endless, and the sound of bullets and blades colliding was as beautiful as a sonata played by a musician.
Bullets slowly fell to the ground, and the Death Shooter stopped shooting, his face expressionless.
Such ordinary shooting can't do anything to the opponent.
The Scarecrow tightened his collar and wiped his head.
“In fact, knowing your own limitations is a strength.”
He said: "And I have long realized that the best way to intimidate others is with unknown cards and new powers."
He slowly opened his hands, and Lincoln March just watched the seven claws he brought walk past him one by one, treating him as if he were non-existent air.
At this moment, Jonathan Crane was more like the spokesperson for the Court of Owls than him.
"Hey, hey, no way!"
Harley Quinn stood next to another muscle claw and shouted loudly: "No way, no way, they can't really be all muscle monsters? It can't be that outrageous!"
In response to her, the muscle claw beside her slashed at the place where she had just stood.
The samurai sword, which was originally as long as the arm, was held in the muscular and sharp hands, just like a 1.8-meter-tall strong man holding a small table knife in his hand.
But even so, under the huge force, the floor where Harley was originally standing exploded immediately.
"Harley! Damn it, don't stand so close to this monster!"
Poison Ivy immediately commanded the giant plant to roll back and knock the claws flying:
"Harry! You are a weak, helpless and cute little girl, and I am a witch. You should have left these dangerous guys to me..."
"I'm a witch too!"
Harley Quinn said as she jumped onto the fallen Talon and hit him hard on the head with a baseball bat, "Stupe!"
With a bang, Harry felt that the force he used was so great that his hand hurt. This force was enough to smash an ordinary person's head like a watermelon.
But the next second, she saw the claws straighten their heads unharmed, and tear apart the vines wrapped around his body with his backhand.
“Oh.”
With a loud bang, in the rising smoke and dust, Harley somersaulted away beautifully and lovelyy.
"Come on, wrath, claws!" Scarecrow raised his hands: "Use your venom!"
The next second, all the claws let out a deafening roar!
As the seven shadows gradually grew taller and larger, the Penguin Man swallowed.
He immediately and decisively put his hand on the headset: "Batman!!! Help!!!"