Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot was a famous boss, philanthropist, and, of course, the most sinister gangster in Gotham.
He has his pride, his strong character, and naturally his confidence.
Therefore, he sat there calmly and did not panic. Even if his men were in a mess, he just looked at the ceiling and said: "This distinguished guest seems a little unseemly."
Karl, who was pressed against the ceiling, breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he wasn't quite used to this method. He moved his fingers slightly, unhooked the magnetic device, and dropped it steadily to the ground.
"Mr. Cobot is so polite." Carl praised: "So much better than that rude Batman who seems to have no family education."
"Of course, I am a civilized person. I am used to solving problems with wisdom, not with fists like him." Cobot sat on the chair, his head slightly to one side, and his hand immediately took out a a cigar and light it for him.
One thing to say, Carl thinks that the Penguin is really full of character. If you ignore his extremely sinister eyes, that ugly pointed nose, and that short figure that wants to shrink into a chair, he really looks like him. A godfather.
But it is precisely these that make him more powerful than the former godfather of Gotham.
"You know, Mr. Cobot, you remind me of Mr. Falco, but Mr. Falco would not be so rude." He carelessly took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at Penguin: "Or do you need me to prove to you that I am qualified to sit here?"
"Bold!" Penguin's men pointed their guns at Carl's head. Carl was like a hunter hunting in the dense woods. Penguin was his prey, and the sharp and fragile branches around him were his prey. There are dark muzzles all around.
"How brave?" Karl was suddenly struck with laughter and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Why, doesn't Mr. Cobot even have this kind of courage?"
Cobot didn't speak, but looked at his men. His men shouted: "Put down the gun!"
The group of people around reluctantly put down their weapons, and Karl also put away his gun, sat on a soft chair that was brought over, and said, "Thank you very much."
Penguin looked at him with an extremely sinister look in his little eyes, and said coldly: "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Can't I come to you if nothing happens?" Karl didn't want to fall into his rhythm at all, so he sneered and said, "After all, I finally understand why everyone is locked up in Arkham, and only you are in the Iceberg Restaurant Popular drinkers, it turns out you are so weak that even Batman doesn't bother to catch you."
Cobot hated it most when people looked down on him, but there were many people who looked down on him in this world. Even after he replaced Falcone and became the underground king of Gotham, there were still people who looked down on him.
The clown, the mad hatter, the scarecrow, even the idiot in front of him dared to make such comments about him.
The Penguin's face trembled slightly. He slowly raised his hand and instantly clenched his five fingers into a fist.
At this moment, the gunmen behind Carl all picked up their guns and pointed them at Carl. Just waiting for the Penguin's order, they shot him into a hornet's nest.
Cobot felt that the mental state of the man in front of him was really not normal. Listen to what nonsense you are talking about. Are all the famous villains in Gotham except me in Arkham?
Arkham is a mental hospital! Do you really understand? What normal person would stay on someone's ceiling like you and then criticize them whenever they disagree with you?
"Hey, Mr. Cobot, don't get excited. You probably don't know how I got in, right?" Karl smiled. Due to time constraints, he did not make a voice changer. He spoke in his native voice. But even he himself felt that his magnetic classic bass sounded extremely disgusting when he said dirty things.
He said words that made Cobot sick in his voice that should have sounded nice: "Well, I came here a little earlier than Mr. Cobot. It was uncomfortable to stay on the ceiling, so I moved my body a little. , It’s a pity that I accidentally dropped something in this room.”
"Mr. Cobot, can you help me find it? Those are special cigars I got from my good friend Mr. Clown."
Penguin's heartbeat slowed down a beat after hearing this. He couldn't help swallowing and looked at the madman in front of him.
Joker's cigar? That's a bomb that can blow up a building. Does anyone really think that the clown's cigar is for smoking, right?
"Listen sir, I have no worries or complaints with you. We can talk about anything. There is no need to make such jokes." Cobot put down his hand, but did not signal the gunman behind him to put down his gun. He looked very calm. He said to Karl: "So, sir, what are you here for?"
Karl grinned as he looked at Cobot, who had transformed from a mafia godfather into a cunning penguin in an instant.
"Even now when you are successful and famous, you can put aside your face and dignity and expose your fear and vulnerability so nakedly in front of the enemy." Karl suddenly said: "You make me very scared, Mr. Cobot, I see I’ve met all kinds of villains, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone kneel down so quickly like you. Even that idiot Vulture didn’t kneel down until I repaired him several times. You’re a breath of fresh air among the villains. , He is indeed a Penguin, with those terrifying fangs hidden under his harmless appearance.”
"For a person like you, it's really hard for people not to have the idea of killing you. Mr. Cobot, seeing you is like seeing a cold and poisonous snake. Even if he is pretending to be dead, he is still scared." It suddenly jumped out and bit itself."
"So, do you want to give it a try?" Karl's laughter carried a tempting condition, stimulating the nerves of everyone present: "Try to bet that there is no bomb in my cigar?"
Penguin stared at the man in front of him and said without saying a word, "Put the gun away and get out!"
"Yes, boss!"
The gangsters in the room left, leaving only Oswald Cobblepot and Carl. The Penguin blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Tell me, weirdo, what do you want?"
"Well, in order to let you get to know me a little bit, I'll give you another nickname. How about you call me Se Fu?" Carl said with a smile: "After all, I'm a weirdo. A nickname like Mysterio sounds too boring." Be polite."
Mysterio: Are you polite?
He looked at the short underground king in front of him and said: "Promise me two things and I will let you go. Well, how about treating it as a pledge gift for you and me to become good friends?"
