After sending the Scarecrow away, the Penguin let out a sigh of relief and slumped down in his seat again. The alternation of clowns and scarecrows tonight gave him a nervous breakdown.
Back in the office, he picked up his glass of milk again. The glass of milk had turned from hot milk to cold, and only 1/4 was left.
Penguin decided to get off work after drinking it.
He picked up the cup.
He put his mouth close to the rim of the glass.
If there is no accident, there will be an accident at this time.
But nothing happened.
Penguin let out a breath, 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 into his mouth with peace of mind, and then the next second.
A younger brother stumbled into his office, with a look of horror on his face, and once again tripped on the shiny carpet.
"No, boss! It's Bain! Bain is here!"
Milk spurted out of his hooked nose again.
10 minutes later.
Penguin and Bane walked on the rooftop of the Iceberg Restaurant with a stinky face. In the surrounding night, there were armed helicopters protecting their employer everywhere.
"Follow me, Penguin."
Seeing that the Penguin seemed to have no intention of speaking, Bain spoke first. His voice sounded like a hole in his throat, with these abnormally high notes that made Penguin shudder.
Strangely, this sound sounded like a pathological reaction after just inhaling clown-like laughing gas.
Penguin silently thought to himself that for 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 Scarecrow has been to your place, right?"
Penguin originally wanted to lie, but soon he felt a thorn in his back coming directly from Bain's eyes. The other party rubbed his arms and almost said "I'll beat you if you don't tell me" written on his face.
He wasn't sure how Bain knew about the Scarecrow who had been here just a few minutes ago. I, the Penguin, was such an honest man and there was no way I could hide anything from these circumstances.
Penguin said:
"Yes, he's here, as always. Klein lamented over and over again that the world seemed to be ruled by him. Creating fear is his specialty, but he is also the one who is most often frightened."
"You criticize him a lot, but you still walk between the two sides. This is your nature." Bain replied, a pair of eyes shining with rationality on his burly figure: "Egoism is the purest form. Motives, I trust him, rely on him, every city is dominated by egoism."
"Hey, listen. I know your family's history in this city, Copperpat, and I understand how deeply you feel about his brick walls, his mortar, his steel bars. You're not like those rocking Opportunistic Gotham freaks who always want to win her over without sacrifice, only to be defeated in Batman's shadow."
Bain said: "Same as you, I understand how much hard work it takes. I also understand the feeling of being played with and palmed. I understand the feeling of being so desperate that it feels like a ray of light on your back."
He said: "This city has failed the men and women who built it. They worked hard and ended up lying on the streets. And this is the law of this city, so of course.
This is the inevitable price of progress. Old buildings cannot be demolished and new ones cannot be built. Death is just a part of the law of nature. Believe me, I have just experienced this topic of death. "
Penguin said in his heart:
"Nonsense, did you just die once before?"
His eyes lingered on the green buds sprouting from the other half of Bain's body. These green buds should have grown on a century-old tree instead of growing on Bain's biceps.
"I came to you almost unprepared, Bane, because I know that for now, we still need each other." The Penguin was not in the mood to waste time on feelings.
he said.
"You are used to changing the situation, Penguin, and I will stick to it until the end."
Bain put a pair of big hands on Penguin's shoulders. He had no doubt that if the other person wanted to, these hands could break his neck in the next second.
"You are suspected by both me and the Arkhamites."
"Yeah, well, it's a talent, and I don't think it's shameful to do whatever it takes--"
But Penguin saw that Bain had stopped paying attention to him. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, silently observing the cool city in the evening breeze.
"This place is both chaotic and orderly, both organized and anarchic. The pull and pull between each other is the real culprit that has tortured Gotham City in these decades. It was like this long before you and me, long before Batman That’s how it was before.”
"For so many years. Gotham has been rotting and stinking in the mud, and Arkham Asylum is the largest concentration of viruses in the city.
"And it's time for us to show off this mental cancer that is draining the entire city."
"I will give Gotham City what it really needs - a firm direction."
"And you, Copperpat. I need you to provide me with information about Blackgate Prison, and when Arkham turns to you for asylum, provide me with their intelligence, or even join my side."
"Intelligence and good opportunities are your job, and hiding a knife in your smile will become your ruthless means!"
The Penguin looked at the burly freak without fear: "But I prefer to stand by and watch, Bane. Do you want to do something about Blackgate Prison? There is something I am interested in there, as long as you are in a high position At this time, something can be provided with just a little effort.”
Penguin pinched the brim of his hat: "His name is Ignatius Ogilvy.
He was once my right-hand man, the Emperor Penguin, who once wanted to replace me. "
"I still have a lot to give back to him. He still owes me a life, the life he squandered. You have to bring him to me."
Bane agreed.
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"Bruce, have you really made your decision?" Lucius Fox is the president and technical director of Wayne Group. He is Batman's royal scientist, one of the most trusted people, and one of the few who knows Batman's true identity. people.
"A fully sealed tempered glass jar, once closed, can never be opened again. It is completely sealed inside, sealed in multiple layers, and not even a bit of gas will escape."
Lucius repeatedly confirmed his request to Chen Tao: "It is equipped with high-tech devices that can turn living people into quark-level ones, enough to kill people in an instant and eliminate all possibilities of resurrection?"
The scientist couldn't help but complain inwardly. Who can be resurrected after being beaten into quark-level particles?
And what do you think quark is, the ice cream you bought downstairs? Or some new browser?
So he could only scratch his head with a headache: "Quark level is impossible, 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?"
