Chapter 2165: Battle of Two Cities! (32)
Bang! ! !
A tall figure stared at his own shadow on the wall in front of him, and slowly looked down. The person slumped in the corner was the Penguin in a suit and leather tie, and he was also the mayor who was very proud of himself recently.
The Emperor Penguin tilted his head, stretched out his hand and tugged on his tie. The door was pushed open with a bang, and another Emperor Penguin rushed in in a panic, but the next second he had a gun on his waist.
He raised his hands, followed the movements of the people behind him and slowly walked to the corner and squatted down. The bodyguard in a black suit walked in, and the figure of the Penguin finally appeared.
He walked into the mayor's office calmly, looking at the luxurious furnishings with admiration, and finally his eyes fell on the knocked out Mayor Penguin.
"It's really a good meal for me." The big mouth under the aquiline nose opened, revealing a row of neat teeth, but his eyes were full of contempt. He gave the emperor penguin a look, and the emperor penguin made a gesture. The gangster went up, rounded his arms and slapped the mayor Penguin twice.
Mayor Penguin had been unconscious for a while. After he woke up in a daze, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw another man who was almost the same as himself standing in front of him with a grin. He thought he was in a dream. .
"You have obtained something that does not belong to you." The Penguin of the main universe sighed and said: "You are neither qualified to obtain it nor have the ability to keep it. Since it is a complete waste in your hands, it is better to give it to someone else." Someone who will take advantage of it.”
"You..." Mayor Penguin's face was ferocious, and he shouted loudly: "Why do you say..."
The emperor penguin kicked him in the calf. He screamed in pain, his lips twitched and he hugged his leg.
"Don't worry." Penguin said with a smile: "You will soon see that the opponents I face are too powerful for you to deal with. If by then you still have the confidence to ask why, then I Admit that you are much braver than I thought."
On the tower crane above the 44th floor of the Obivis Building, a black figure whose mouth was bound with tape was crying, and a pale face suddenly appeared on the big screen in the commercial street below.
She has short green curly hair on her forehead, a pale and wrinkled face covered with red bloodshot eyes, protruding eyeballs and her iconic wide grin.
"Hi, everyone, as you can see, I am a clown. You must be unfamiliar with me, because that stupid guy doesn't dare to stand on the stage at all. He can't create any surprising plays. He is just a complete clown. Stupid cow!”
"But you must be more familiar with Batman, right? You may have seen him appear in... well, maybe he has little chance to appear in your lives, but I want to tell you, he may be on a certain street in the slums He fell heavily on the trash can."
"This is him before. I bet that one of the 10 of you will do better than him, and it will be much better. It must be hard for you to believe that such a person can be a superhero."
"He doesn't deserve it. I said he certainly didn't deserve it before." The clown stretched out a hand and lowered a few fingers to make a downward gesture, aiming at contempt and ridicule.
At the intersection, all the people passing by stopped and looked up at the big screen, and one of the faces belonged to Bruce Wayne.
His eyes widened, and then he showed an angry expression. He heard the people around him whispering to their companions, asking who Batman was.
Of course, Bruce didn't have any hope for his reputation as Batman, because he knew that what the Joker said was right. His so-called debut was just chasing a gang member. In the end, he still hadn't caught up with him, and he didn't have any fame. He couldn't save anyone.
But that's not the case now, thought Bruce, who had gained the power of Spider-Man.
"'That's not the case now,' that's what he must be thinking." The clown said Bruce's thoughts at this time as if he could read his mind, with a ferocious smile on his face.
"This naive idiot must think that I have great power. I can jump from a 20-story building without falling to my death. I can send a car flying with one slap. I must be qualified to be a superhero. Bar."
"You didn't, Bruce, you didn't." The clown lowered his head and shook his head slowly. The corners of his mouth turned downwards, but he opened his eyes wider and looked directly at the camera and roared.
"You didn't. You are not Batman or any superhero. You are a stupid, arrogant and arrogant coward! You can't save anyone, and you can never avenge your parents!"
Bruce clenched his fists angrily, but the next second the picture on the big screen switched, and the camera focused on the figure who was hanging several hundred meters in the air.
It was a man wearing a windbreaker and glasses. He looked to be in his thirties and a little thin. From the pen in his pocket, he could tell that he was probably a writer.
Bruce didn't see any of this. It was the clown who cut back to the screen and said to everyone: "His name is Fat Anderkin. You must have forgotten his name, but you may remember that when you were a boy, you Faced with the news that your parents were brutally murdered, when you were most helpless, those reporters broke through the police blockade and put their microphones and cameras into your mouth. "
"They want you to admit your crime, and it is indeed your crime. It was your willfulness and stubbornness that killed your parents. They want you to say this, they ask you to say this, because only by pushing all this to one On the child’s head, everyone will be saved.”
"They begged you, forced you, hoping that the professional pressure they put on you would make you break down and cry, and say what they wanted you to say after losing your mind."
"More than one person did this to you, more than one." The Joker's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he continued: "You didn't give them the answers they wanted, and you made their perfect plan to escape the crime fall through, so for the next ten years, all of them kept silent about you, and the entire news media industry closed the door to you."
"It's not that they didn't get information from the investigating detectives, and they didn't get clues related to your parents' murder, but because you refused to break down and refused to play the weak and pitiful appearance they needed, they refused to give you any clues." "But there are exceptions, aren't they?"
The scene cut back to the reporter hanging on the tower crane, but the Joker's voice continued to come, and Bruce seemed to remember something after being stunned for a moment, and ran quickly towards the building with a horrified expression through the crowd.
He had some impression of the location of the Obivis Building. It was supposed to be the last building to be completed in the nearby business district, but the owner of the company that invested in the building was assassinated a few months ago. The business was not doing well, and the building was suspended several times. It should be auctioned soon.
Bruce scrolled through the information in his mind, but none of it was useful. Then he heard the Joker say.
"People often say that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. The news media industry has closed all the doors for you, but there is a crack in the wall that lets light in."
"Ten years ago, an unknown reporter who had just entered the industry risked his life to go to the theater and alley where the case occurred to investigate. He was tracking a series of assassination cases of Gotham politicians and businessmen."
"Yes, he was already tracking behind the Waynes before they went to the theater, and after the case, he became the only reporter willing to provide you with some clues."
"But unfortunately, he was just a small figure at that time. Surrounded by reporters, police and various behind-the-scenes forces, he didn't have such a strong ability to approach you, and could only provide you with some clues anonymously."
"Yes, he is the 'Mr. Bert' on the note back then, the mysterious man who ignited your flame of revenge and the guide who gave you hope for revenge."
Bruce ran to the foot of the building. He knew that Spider-Man could climb the wall smoothly and freely, but he really had never climbed such a high building, so he was still a little nervous.
But after hearing what the Joker said, Bruce no longer hesitated. He climbed up the wall of the building at the fastest speed. Although his posture was a little clumsy and his speed was not too fast, the straight-line distance of 40 floors was not very long. When the Joker finished this sentence, he had already climbed more than 30 floors.
The movements became more and more skilled, and the speed became faster and faster. In the last 10 floors, Bruce sprinted like a flying man, then turned over and landed steadily on the ground on the 44th floor.
Only then did he see clearly that the tower crane was not on the building, but on the ground next to it, in the blind spot of the direction he rushed from.
Although it was 20 meters away from the 44th floor, the 44th floor was not completed, and there was a hollow skylight in the middle, so the hostage was about 30 meters away from the nearest ground.
This also led to Bruce's inability to sprint from the edge of the building to Anderkin, 20 meters away, because there was a floor part, and the running distance provided was not long enough. Bruce was not sure that he could jump out of the edge and land on Anderkin. He couldn't even calculate the parabola clearly.
The tower of the tower crane is a slanted metal pole, Bruce described it like this, and at this time the pole was about 4 to 5 meters away from the edge of the 44th floor.
Not very far, Bruce took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the top floor of the building. Now his only way was to jump from the 44th floor to the long pole of the tower crane, and then climb up along the long pole all the way to the top to pull the rope up.
Fortunately, jumping 5 meters is much easier than jumping more than 20 meters. There is almost no running space. A standing long jump can touch the metal pole of the tower crane.
But this is at a height of 44 floors.
When Bruce stood on the roof and looked down, the summer wind blew his hair. The buildings on the ground gathered into a thin line, almost invisible. The fear brought by the height struck his heart.
Falling down will definitely kill you, absolutely!
So use spider silk to swing over? Bruce wanted to shoot a spider silk first, and then jump, so that even if he fell, he could grab the spider silk and climb up.
He did it immediately, stretched out the hand with the spider silk launcher, and with a whoosh, a spider silk stuck to the cylindrical horizontal bar supported by the tower crane.
Very good, the next step is to jump. Bruce swallowed his saliva, and the scene of falling from the roof into the trash can when chasing the gangster flashed in front of him again.
No, no, I won't fall this time. With Spider-Man's physical strength, I only need to jump lightly to cover a distance of 5 meters, and I have spider silk as a double insurance. How can I fall?
I am no longer the same person as before. Bruce tried to concentrate on thinking this, but he couldn't help but look at the spider silk stuck on the thin cylindrical horizontal bar.
Can the curved surface stick firmly? Is the spider silk tough enough? Will the metal paint fall off? Will my arm be dislocated while swinging?
He turned to look at Underkin again. Underkin's horrified eyes deeply hurt Bruce's heart, because when his parents died, he also looked at everyone with such eyes, but no one was willing to help him except Underkin.
Take a deep breath, three, two, one, jump!