American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

Just as he had guessed, insects that were too small were no longer able to give him experience points.

Alfred reassured them, "Don't worry, I won't be idle either. Mr. Joshua and I have decided to start our investigation with the board of directors. Since there are real people behind the owl masks, they must have left traces somewhere."

“That’s true. For example, Sebastian Clark is quite suspicious. Speaking of which, we took some photos yesterday…”

Joshua added, “Wayne Corporation has detailed board meeting minutes and shareholder registers, and I will review every proposal involving the acquisition of Wayne Enterprises shares over the past twenty years. If any suspicious transactions are found, I will notify you immediately.”

……

At the same time, in Arkham Asylum.

A group of prisoners, or rather patients, were giving a warm welcome to the freshly returned killer crocodile.

It's almost as if someone's about to put up a banner that says, "Welcome home, Killer Croc."

Under the watchful eyes of several prisoners, Killer Croc was escorted by two guards through the iron gates of the cell block back to his private cell, seemingly in a good mood.

“I really died, and then that guy revived me, like this bang! And I was alive!” Killer Croc said, gesturing as he spoke, still like a preschooler.

"Resurrection magic?" The Riddler, sitting not far away with his legs crossed and a copy of the Gotham Daily in hand, asked, "Do you believe I'm Batman, or do you believe someone can resurrect?"

"Alright, stop arguing. I don't really believe either of you." A cold voice suddenly rang out, "Crocodile, I have a question for you."

Mr. Freeze, who had been facing away from everyone, turned around. His eyes, peering through his red goggles, never left Killer Croc's ferocious face.

"What does the person who resurrected you look like?"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: I will support your gang; you need not worry.

Several hours later, the lights in the bat cave finally returned to normal, shining brightly on Wang Baixi's somewhat tired face.

"Everyone says that Koreans have evolved to lose the ability to sleep, but I think the Gotham people are the most amazing," Wang Baixi said sincerely, sitting on the steps next to the control panel.

He had already examined all the large boxes of insect specimens that Alfred had brought over last night, and with the reward of crushing a few undead, his experience points had risen to 1300, providing Tim with a lot of clues that were better than nothing.

He thought that he would no longer be able to gain experience points from the cute insects.

However, these are not things he needs to consider right now.

The question now is how to take the initiative.

Last night's attack on Wayne Manor served as a stark warning. The Court of Owls acted with greater speed and intensity than anticipated; if they continue to play defensively, the next attack might be even more devastating.

"Tim, do you have a lead?"

"I've got it. I've already sent Cassandra to investigate, and we expect to have results tonight."

"Why not send the Angel of Death?"

“He’s not doing well. If your teacher has taught you how to do psychological counseling, you can talk to him privately. I’ll give you his contact information.” Tim smiled bitterly.

“Forget it, let the Angel of Death go to hell! We need to deal with the Court of Owls first.” Wang Baixi threw the dead ant into the trash can and looked up at Tim, who was organizing data in front of the main console. “But going to war with them directly is suicide, so we need to think of another way.”

"You know that too? Ever since Bane caused havoc in Gotham, the security level at Blackgate Prison has been raised to federal level. Each gate has an independent biometric system, and everyone entering and leaving has to go through several security checks."

"What about smuggling routes? Surely we can find a way to smuggle something in."

Tim's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

"You know what, there really is someone who can find a crack in the Black Gate Prison's logistics system. This person has been operating within Black Gate for many years, or rather, has been there for many years..."

"who is it?"

"Penguin Man".

……

Gotham, Crime Alley.

This alley, where significant historical events took place, receives little sunlight even during the day, but for Oswald Copport, this gutter-like visibility was precisely his favorite meeting place.

He was wearing a dark green suit today, with a gold brooch on his collar, a cane tucked under his arm, and three bodyguards behind him, two blocking the alley entrance and one standing beside him.

The person in front of him was Wang Baixi.

“Mr. Wang, I thought you wouldn’t dare show your face in front of me again.” The penguin’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Wang Baixi had his hands in his coat pockets, and his expression looked exceptionally relaxed.

“Mr. Cobblestone, I’ve come back to collect my payment.”

"Reward? Ha!" The penguin's laughter was shrill and urgent. He took two steps forward and poked Wang Baixi's chest with the tip of his cane. "You gave me a resurrected bird last time, and I haven't even had a chance to take your life yet!"

Holy crap, you repay kindness with enmity?

“Of course, it would be a shame to let you die. I have no intention of getting myself into a criminal case,” the Penguin said with a wry smile, a hint of melancholy in his eyes. “Since you can resurrect birds, you can resurrect humans too, right?”

"I understand what you're trying to do, but you only brought three bodyguards today. Isn't that a bit too few?" Wang Baixi squinted.

“Three are enough. Robin won’t come to save you. I’ve investigated; he’s not with you today…”

Before the penguin could finish speaking, a figure fell vertically from the rooftop on the left side of the alley.

The Angel of Death descended from the sky, his cloak unfurling behind him like the banner of the Templars as he landed, while the tips of his metal bracers were already pressed against the throats of the Penguin's two bodyguards.

The third bodyguard reacted a little faster; before he could even draw his gun, he was kicked away and fell into a trash can at the end of the alley.

The other two bodyguards also ended up in the trash can.

The penguin's smile froze on his face.

"you"

Who the hell are you?

“No need to ask anymore, his name is Death Angel.” Wang Baixi walked up to the penguin. “Now can we have a proper talk?”

The Angel of Death grabbed Penguin's hands from behind and neatly bound his wrists with a nylon cable tie.

"I never expected that I would agree to your stupid plan." The Angel of Death looked at Wang Baixi helplessly.

“This isn’t stupid, Angel of Death. And we all know that we are actually the same kind of people.”

The penguin ignored their conversation and began to struggle in vain.

"Let me go! You can't treat a legitimate businessman like this! I'm calling a lawyer!"

“Lawyer? Your men just tried to kidnap me.” Wang Baixi squatted down, took out a small metal box from his coat pocket, opened the lid, and inside was a small gray mouse, which was restlessly circling around in the box.

The penguin stared at the mouse, fear gradually surfacing on his face: "What are you going to do?"

“I’ll teach you a lesson.” Wang Baixi grabbed the mouse by the tail and lifted it up, then used his other hand to pry open the penguin’s mouth.

The rat was still writhing as it slid down the penguin's throat, and the penguin let out a half-scream.

Then Wang Baixi placed his hand on the penguin's chest.

[Immediate Recovery Activated]

A warm current seeped from his palm into the Penguin's stomach, and then the rat that had just been swallowed came back to life inside him.

The penguin sensed it. When the rat began crawling around in his stomach, his face turned from deathly pale to bluish-purple.

"just kill me!"

"Ok??"

"No, no, no, don't kill me, let's make peace!" The Penguin said this without a trace of heroic defiance, only with fear from the depths of his soul. "I'll give you anything you want!"

Wang Baixi stopped smiling, stood up, and looked down at the penguin: "I just want to talk to you about cooperation."

"cooperate?"

"I would like to ask you to help us find a way to bypass security checks and enter the Black Gate prison."

"Blackgate Prison? What are you going to do?" the Penguin asked, panting.

"You don't need to worry about the specifics, you just need to know one thing."

Wang Baixi took a confident step, looking down at the penguin's distorted round face.

"We must get rid of Bane."

The penguin's expression became complicated for a moment, but then a fierce, fearless light ignited in its small eyes.

“Bane, I hate Bane too…” He pronounced the name like a curse word, “He had ‘Bird’ kill my Bobby, he ruined my business, he wanted to take over all of Gotham!”

"Therefore, we now have a common enemy!"

“You’re right.” The penguin swallowed the saliva in his mouth. “Alright, I’ll help you! I agree to cooperate!”

"Of course you'll agree."

Suddenly, the Angel of Death took out a metal patch the size of a button and stuck it on the back of the Penguin's neck.

"What the hell is this?"

“A miniature transmitter locator,” Death Sky said in a completely emotionless tone, “and also a miniature bomb.”

"Of course, I believe you will behave yourself. We will contact you immediately once you are in there. But if you go back on your word..."

He swiped on the tablet, and the metal patch on the back of the penguin's neck immediately emitted a sharp beep.

"You'll turn into a penguin can."

The penguin was silent for a few seconds.

Then he erupted from his silence.

"You might as well just tell me to die! Even Batman gives me some face, but now I'm being used as a pawn by you two bastards!"

"Batman has his bottom line, but as for us... our bottom line is a bit more flexible." The Angel of Death looked indifferently at the Penguin, while glancing at Wang Baixi, who was smiling.

Sure enough, they are all the same kind of people.

A person even more ruthless than Batman or Robin.

"Alright, I'll turn myself in right now! I'll be heading to Blackgate Prison immediately! Are you satisfied now?!"

"No need, the police will be here soon."

The penguin's eyes widened: "What do you mean? What do you mean the police are coming right away?"