Chapter 2170: Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-Seven)

Chapter 2169 Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-seven)

Accompanied by Penguin's shouts, the staff of the mayor's mansion rushed in immediately, but Emperor Penguin had already closed the door and winked at Penguin.

Penguin slapped his forehead. He understood what Emperor Penguin meant. If the person might not be able to hold on until the rescue or the rescue might not be successful, it would be better to destroy the body as soon as possible and pretend that this thing never happened. At least he can get rid of it.

But what kind of person would try to destroy the body of Batman? Even if Batman is a rookie, this is an impossible task.

In addition to Batman being Batman, he is also Bruce Wayne. Even if many people want Bruce to die, if he really dies, whether it is the FBI, Congress, SHIELD, or various similar organizations, they will definitely investigate the matter very seriously.

The capitalists will not allow the family-run group enterprises they have built to be stolen so easily. If they can easily replace them by killing the parents first and then the children, then all of them are unsafe.

They will pay an unimaginable price to eliminate this unsafe factor. Even if he is suspected of anything, he will become the enemy of the entire upper class in an instant.

The Penguin Man had a ferocious face and waved his hands vigorously, shouting: "Call an ambulance quickly, don't touch him! Don't touch him! You idiots!!"

The group of staff members of the mayor's mansion in front of him actually wanted to lift up the upper body of a man who was shot in the chest, and someone grabbed his legs and wanted to put him on the ground.

The Penguin Man rushed forward desperately to wave everyone away. At this time, he found that the original self retained the benefits of the gang system. Soon a group of people wearing security uniforms but obviously gang members rushed in.

They were very experienced in dealing with this kind of gunshot wound, and they quickly replaced the previous staff. Not long after, the ambulance arrived, and Batman was quickly carried on a stretcher and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Penguin told Emperor Penguin: "You must keep an eye on him throughout the process. If you can't get into the operating room, bribe a nurse or all of them. Never let anyone do anything. No matter what, you must keep Bruce Wayne alive."

Emperor Penguin nodded and left. Penguin stood there and sighed, and then remembered to get the revolver.

Someone must have framed him, Penguin thought so, and the conspiracy might be like this.

They told this stupid boy, just go to the mayor to gamble your life. We bribed the mayor's people and replaced a certain revolver, and the bullet will definitely not hit you.

Maybe they also showed Bruce some technology to make him believe that he was absolutely safe to play this game by cheating, and Bruce believed it.

In fact, the pistol was indeed tampered with, but it changed from absolute safety to absolute danger, and the bullet would definitely hit Bruce Wayne.

There are two benefits to doing this. First, it can eliminate the nominal owner of the Wayne Group, and Bruce Wayne can usurp power within the Wayne Group.

Second, it can put the blame on the mayor for the murder, and at the same time make the mayor Penguin too busy to take care of himself and unable to face the next election, so that they can take the opportunity to let their candidate take office.

No wonder, Penguin thought, when Batman first came in, he saw a kind of confidence in Batman, and from the previous analysis of Batman's behavior, he was not a very confident person, or most of his confidence was pretended.

But just now, that kind of confidence and arrogance was so natural that Penguin even mistakenly thought that the Batman of their universe had come and was guiding the rookie Batman behind the scenes.

But he didn't expect that this extremely bad Batman was actually just deceived by others, and had a very blind confidence that he would win. This wave, this wave was a fraud.

But what Penguin couldn't accept was that he was also fooled, and he really thought that Batman had his own rhythm and came to play games with the villains again.

This is the reason why empiricism kills people. The Batman he knew was indeed keen on doing this, but this was a brand new Batman who was so bad that he had no ability to design games, and it was impossible for him to complete the game on his own.

Penguin thought gloomily, learn from your mistakes, and next time you must remember that this guy has no difficult-to-understand conspiracy, and guess in the worst direction.

Then he found that Batman might be even worse than he thought, because Penguin did not find any mechanism on the revolver in his hand.

The revolver in Penguin's hand was the one he provided to Batman, that is, the gun belonged to Penguin.

The barrel was intact, the cylinder part was also smooth, and the marks of firing were clearly visible, which made Penguin have a terrifying guess-Is Batman just unlucky?

Here we must introduce the basic nature of Russian roulette. Simply put, there is one bullet in a six-round revolver. Of course, it is also possible to put two or three bullets, but the danger is greatly increased.

Turn the revolver and then pull the trigger. A random round mouth will be fired. If there is no bullet, it means victory. The gun is handed over to the next person to continue shooting. The person who gets stage fright or dies loses.

It can be seen that if this game continues, one party will inevitably die, but there is actually another ending, that is, someone gets stage fright and chooses to give up.

The Penguin agreed to the bet with this idea in mind. Judging from Batman's previous behavior, he is not a very courageous person, and his psychological quality is not that strong at all.

It’s not that some people can’t make good plans, it’s just that their mental quality and ability to act prevent them from executing the plan.

At that time, Penguin thought that the Batman of the main universe gave this rookie Batman such an idea, but he felt that the Batman of the main universe might not know how good the rookie Batman was. This was his loophole, and he could take advantage of it. kind of loophole.

Penguin will ask for more bullets on Batman's second turn. He is sure to use words and actions to put pressure on Batman, forcing him to exceed the limit of his emotional threshold until he gives up out of fear.

At that point, the situation becomes a situation where the gun is held in Penguin's hand and pressed against Batman's head. Batman wants to leave the scene without spitting out more. Penguin wants to take this as a small warning to Batman in the main universe. My heart to defend my power and status is no weaker than your righteous heart. I will pay any price to keep enjoying all this.

But Penguin can't figure out how the gun in his hand can be fine. Does Batman in the main universe really want this rookie to gamble?

No, this is impossible, Batman is not this kind of person. If a plan inevitably leads to bloodshed and injury, then he will definitely do it himself. Again, all Batmans have a kind of innocent kindness.

But even if Batman didn't tamper with the gun, this was a normal game of Russian roulette, so why did the first shot hit? This is a probability of 1 in 6, which makes no sense at all from a probability perspective.

Could it be that the Batman in this universe is not only a loser, but also extremely unlucky?

Penguin instinctively felt something was wrong, but soon he received a call from Emperor Penguin. The doctor on the other end of the phone said a lot of professional terms, which Penguin couldn't understand. The only thing he could understand was Batman's current situation. It's very dangerous. Rescue is in progress. The estimated rescue time cannot be estimated.

Before Penguin hung up the call, he heard another call coming in. He had to hang up first and let another line come in. As a result, he heard Gordon's roar.

"Oswald Cobblepot, what are you doing?! The leader of your party, Wood, called and asked me to suppress the fact that you killed Bruce Wayne. What did you do?!!!"

Penguin was also confused. How come this matter had already reached the ears of the party leader? Less than half an hour has passed since Bruce Wayne fell. How could the party leader get the news earlier than Gordon in Washington?

Penguin hurriedly called his assistant over. The assistant's expression changed several times before he finally spoke under Penguin's questioning.

"At 4:00 this afternoon, there is a regional party inquiry meeting for the next election in the conference hall downstairs. You were notified yesterday, but you said you would not participate..."

Penguin's eyes widened, and the assistant's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "When the stretcher was being carried down, it happened to pass by the entrance of the venue..."

The Penguin couldn't breathe, so he held his chest and fell back a few steps. Fortunately, he had one hand on the back of the sofa. He looked at his assistant and said, "How do they know that's Bruce Wayne?"

The assistant was stunned, and then said cautiously: "Uh, because none of them have prosopagnosia?"

"I mean, isn't he wearing a mask?!!!"

"The doctor said his clothes hindered his breathing." The assistant swallowed and whispered, "So the mask was taken off as soon as the stretcher was carried into the corridor."

"Then you can't..."

The Penguin wanted to think that he couldn't find a piece of cloth to cover his face, but when he thought about it, if Bruce Wayne was covered with a white cloth and carried out of his office, the FBI's gun would have been pressed against his face by now. On the forehead.

There is a limit to how Congress can leave Gotham alone. If the mayor openly shoots the richest man and doesn't care anymore, the federation will really be doomed.

Of course Penguin knew this, he stamped his feet vigorously, and just as he was thinking of countermeasures, the assistant spoke again.

"In order to avoid obstructing his breathing, the doctor directly took off his shirt. It was just in time for the meeting to end. Those party members saw the wound on Bruce's chest. The traces of the gunshot wound were quite obvious."

Penguin's vision went dark, and his cell phone rang again. He instinctively pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear. The party leader's roar made his head buzz.

After hanging up the phone, Penguin covered his eyes with one hand, his chest rising and falling like a bellows working hard next to a raging flame. After a while, he raised his trembling arms and waved to his assistant.

"Go, find the best doctor, be sure to let... Forget it, prepare the car, I'll go there now."

Penguin adjusted his suit jacket, took the umbrella next to him, and strode out of the office. Several security guards with former gangster thugs followed him into the elevator.

The elevator dinged and arrived. After opening the door, countless long guns and short cannons almost knocked the Penguin back.

"Mr. Mayor, why did you shoot Bruce Wayne? Is it to vent the anger of the excited people?"

"Mr. Copot, some people say that you injured Bruce Wayne to win over the people for the general election in one month. What do you think? Will this be the first step for the Democratic Party to change its campaign style in New Jersey?"

"What do you think of the proposal made by party leader Wood in Congress to amend the bill on New Jersey's unlimited right of self-defense? Are you providing practical support for the amendment of the bill?"

"Mr. Mayor, Bruce..."

"Mr. Mayor..."