togophonebook Chapter 52 Nuclear Bomb
Chapter 52 Nuclear Bomb
Chapter 52 Nuclear Bomb
The scarecrow realized he had made a mistake.
He intended to unite the Joker, this powerful colleague, but forgot that the other was a madman.
A "madman" doesn't care about plans.
Of course, he, Scarecrow, is also a madman, damn it.
That's why he's lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face. The fear gas had no effect on the Joker, but instead of killing him, the Joker beat him up and left him lying there in a humiliating state, like a dying Shiba Inu.
"Wow. Looks like I've come at the wrong time."
Someone pushed the door open and came in.
The scarecrow first saw a pair of feet.
Brown leather boots, a greyish-white trench coat. But when the scarecrow looked up, he saw that the other person was his old friend, Edward Nigma.
The Riddler.
Strangely, Nigma wasn't wearing his signature green coat covered in question marks, his question mark cane, his signature eye patch, or his green hat.
He was only wearing casual clothes, looking like a junior office worker who had just finished get off work.
"Wow, what's going on? I heard the Joker is with you. This is troublesome, this is quite unexpected."
The scarecrow saw the riddle-maker squat down and then said:
"Could you please tell me where the Joker is? Seriously—the plan is only halfway through, and if the lead actor just runs off, it's going to fall apart."
The scarecrow struggled to prop itself up.
He saw the figures following behind the Riddler: Movie Freak, Almond, and yes, the Ventriloquist and Killer Croc.
They were all prisoners who had escaped from Arkham Asylum.
When did the Riddlers recruit them?
But what caught the scarecrow's eye the most was the large, living person that the killer crocodile was carrying.
"You brought in Jim Gordon—that surprises me. Nigma, what exactly are you up to?"
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Drop drop!
Chen Tao's cell phone rang.
He stood up: "Excuse me, Mr. March, I think we should call it a day. We have reached a consensus on cooperation, and I believe we will get along like family from now on."
Lincoln March was conflicted again. The word "family" seemed to imply something, yet it also seemed like just a normal metaphor.
He walked out of the old Wayne Tower with a belly full of questions and melancholy, then shook his head at the dark figure on the rooftop in the distance.
The operation was cancelled.
His original plan was to use a staged assassination by Claw to bring Lincoln and Bruce closer, clear Lincoln of suspicion, and make Batman believe they were on the same side.
But all of these should be postponed now.
His mind was in turmoil; he didn't even care to find out who had just called Batman. He just wanted some peace and quiet. Today he had heard a story completely different from what the court had told him, and although he had long harbored rebellious intentions, it still had a tremendous impact on him.
A few minutes later.
Pulled by the grappling hook, Chen Tao landed lightly on the rooftop of a building. It looked like the roof of a house, covered with clothes hanging out to dry.
Thanks to Bane's memories, he finally learned how to use the grappling hook. Chen Tao silently deactivated the muscles on his limbs that came from the Batman, and then quietly walked behind the two people standing on the edge of the rooftop.
Chen Tao pressed his finger against the communicator: "I've arrived, Killer Croc."
Wow!
The killer crocodile was so frightened that it jumped up from its spot and almost fell off the edge of the rooftop.
"Damn Batman, uh, I mean the boss."
Chen Tao ignored him: "Oswald?"
The small figure standing next to Killer Croc was none other than Penguin.
His face was serious: "Batman, we're in big trouble."
Chen Tao didn't speak; he stared at the other person. Penguin knew this meant "Speak up."
"Something of mine was 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 Crocodile said nonchalantly, "Hahaha, I not only know you're always getting robbed, but you're also always being openly robbed."
He continued in his rather dim-witted voice, "I thought you were being all mysterious about asking me to contact Batman for you, so this is all?"
"It's not uncommon for you to get robbed. Sometimes when someone is poor, they'll steal from you. I even stole from you before..."
"Shut up. Let the penguins talk."
"Okay."
Killer Crocodile covered its face with its fan-sized hands, leaving only its two eyes visible, blinking.
The penguin glared angrily at Killer Croc, then said, "But this time, what I got robbed of was a nuclear bomb."
?
"What?"
Killer Croc let out a snort, covering his mouth as the sound escaped from his ears.
"I said what I got robbed of this time was a nuclear bomb, damn Jesus God," the Penguin said rapidly, "I've been hiding it in the warehouse—"
"Woodfuck! Penguin, you're hiding a nuclear bomb! You're selling nuclear bombs?!"
Killer Croc roared, "For so many years, we've been living on a nuclear bomb? What kind of lunatic is the Joker? You're the lunatic! Even the Joker should kowtow to you!"
Penguin's face flushed red with anger: "Enough! Those aren't for sale! Selling nuclear bombs? That's not selling nuclear bombs, that's selling arms!"
The short penguin was so confident and assertive that the sudden burst of energy actually overwhelmed the killer crocodile.
The large man with green scales turned half his body around and muttered aggrievedly, "I know you've always been an arms dealer, but I thought arms generally referred to hand grenades, submachine guns, and rocket launchers, not tanks, attack helicopters, jet fighters, and nuclear weapons."
As he spoke, the big green guy also began to recount his grievances with a self-righteous air:
"I thought the business of selling tanks and fighter jets was already the most outrageous arms deal in the world."
"Goods that leaked out when that country broke up," the Penguin explained.
"It was just a lucky find, not a stable source. It happened a long time ago. I wasn't very capable back then, and I only managed to get two."
"Woodfuck, wait, you got two?"
The killer crocodile suddenly discovered the key point.
"It's alright, it's alright, only one was stolen."
"Oh, I see. What about the other one?"
"I resold it."
Not for Sale.
Killer Croc whispered, "I know it's not a good idea to ask these questions, but I'll still quietly inquire—how much did you sell it for?"
The penguin thought for a moment and held up five fingers.
"5 million?"
"5 million."
Chen Tao mentally estimated that the Justice League Watchtower cost around 5000 billion, and this nuclear bomb was sold for about 1/1000 of a Watchtower.
A single Batplane costs about 50 billion, and this nuclear bomb sold for 1/10 the price of one of those planes.
You're selling such dangerous things for such a small amount of money?
Chen Tao felt mentally exhausted.
"All the people I placed in the warehouse were killed. They didn't even know what they were guarding."
The Penguin said, "A single, fatal stab to the throat—a professional assassin's technique. They were dead before they could even react. There's no way to tell who did it from the scene. Victor Zasser? Or an assassin from the League of Shadows? Or some other master swordsman?"
He said, "I have absolutely no clue, Batman. This is beyond my capabilities. I'm a criminal, but not a lunatic. I bought the nuclear bomb just to sell it."
He said, "Whether it's the Joker, Bane, the Scarecrow, or the Riddler, none of that matters right now."
He said, "If we can't find this nuclear bomb, what if it gets detonated in Gotham—"
He said, "Then it's all over, bat."
(End of this chapter)