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

Cooling: None

[Skill Description: Fires a psionic shockwave at a single target, causing a brief 1-3 second stun (deals additional mental damage to undead and the living dead).]

The driver disappeared around the street corner without looking back.

"Is that enough?" Wang Baixi withdrew his finger.

Mr. Freeze glanced down at his chest, then looked up again, his eyes behind the red goggles becoming as deep as an abyss.

"what is this?"

"you do not need to know."

I'm asking: What the hell is this?

“You’re surprised, that’s enough. Mr. Mr. Freeze, can we talk for a bit? As for this lady…” Wang Baixi pointed at Lark. “…She has nothing to do with this, let her leave for now.”

Lak seemed to want to say something more, but Wang Baixi's gaze stopped her from asking.

"You take your brother, or rather, our brother, and get out of here first. I have something to discuss with him."

"Mr. Wang..."

"Don't worry, if he was here to kill me, those laser beams would have been enough to take me down four or five times over," Wang Baixi said in a low voice. "Let's go, the police are probably coming soon, and you don't want to get caught red-handed at a crime scene."

Lark stared at Wang Baixi for a moment, and Wang Baixi returned a confident smile.

"Emperor penguins will never die."

Lak: "..."

Whether he was speechless or convinced by the illogical agreement, Lark waved to the two other Penguin Gang members who had just climbed out of the car behind him, and together they walked towards a small alley, disappearing into a corner where the streetlights and moonlight could not reach.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Mr. Freeze said coldly, holding up his freeze gun.

“Put down your gun, sir. I know why you’re here,” Wang Baixi turned to face Mr. Freeze. “Now no one will bother us…”

boom!

Just then, a gunshot rang out, shattering the silence of the city.

The bullet accurately hit the cryo-fluid pipe on the side of the frozen body, and the person who fired the shot was Alfred Pennyworth, who had just gotten out of the car.

The shotgun in his hand was still emitting white smoke, and his aged face was full of determination.

"Mr. Wang, are you alright?"

"Who are you?" Mr. Freeze looked at the white-haired butler, who seemed to recognize him.

“Just a butler.” Alfred reloaded his shotgun. “Mr. Wang, let me remind you: negotiations can only continue in the face of sufficient force.”

After a moment of silence, the man in the freeze gun lowered the muzzle of his freeze gun.

“Alright, everyone calm down,” Wang Baixi stepped between the two. “Mr. Mr. Freeze, I know why you’re here.”

"Oh?"

"It must have been Killer Croc who told you about my glorious exploits, which is why you couldn't help but think of your wife, the woman who's still in the cryogenic chamber. You need my power, and I..."

"Shut up!" Mr. Freeze was a little angry because he had hit a nerve, but what he said was not untrue.

Wang Baixi wasn't angry; he simply pointed to the freezing gun in Mr. Freeze's hand.

"I want to say: We can cooperate. Because I am also very interested in your freeze-drying technology."

"cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperation."

……

[Resurrection spell cooldown countdown: 105 hours 10 minutes]

At this moment.

Alfred drove out of the upper town into the night.

He was currently gripping the steering wheel, his gaze occasionally glancing towards the passenger seat.

Wang Baixi sat in the passenger seat without saying a word, while Mr. Freeze, sitting in the boss's seat, diagonally opposite the driver's seat, also remained silent.

The air in the back was so cold that Alfred had to adjust the heating several times.

"Mr. Wang, are you really planning to take him back to Wayne Manor?" Alfred's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly.

Are you kidding me? They're champions of justice! How could they possibly make peace with supervillains? Well, of course, Batman has done his fair share of these kinds of things.

"Yes. He wants his wife to be able to live a normal life, and I want his expertise. The best deal in the world is one where each gets what they need."

"You really aren't afraid of anything..."

By then, the view outside the window had gradually changed from dense lights to sparse streetlights, and the outline of Wayne Manor was already faintly visible in the darkness...

But Alfred suddenly slammed on the brakes!

"What's wrong, Mr. Pennyworth?"

“There are people nearby, you two.” Alfred frowned, looking out at the darkness. “T-Robin said there are people watching the manor?”

Wang Baixi turned around and looked at Mr. Freeze in the back seat.

“Mr. Mr. Freeze, why don’t you take this opportunity to prove your abilities? If you can’t even handle a lowly stalker… then our cooperation might not go so smoothly.”

Mr. Freeze and Wang Baixi stared at each other for a moment.

Then he pushed open the car door and stood in the darkness.

The muzzle of the freeze gun emitted an icy blue beam of light in the night, which transformed into an ice pillar and shot towards the canopy of a sycamore tree twenty meters away.

A scream came from the tree canopy, and then a white figure fell from the branches and crashed heavily onto the lawn.

The unfortunate fellow was covered in a thick layer of frost, curled up like a shrimp, yet still convulsing irregularly.

Then, Mr. Freeze got out of the car and walked straight to the man who was frozen to death.

"I only frosted his limbs, I didn't kill him. Because I guess you need to interrogate him?"

Alfred immediately recognized the unfortunate man.

“This guy’s called ‘Zombie,’ he’s one of Bane’s men.” Alfred leaned closer to take a look at the frost-covered face.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Baixi also got out of the car and glanced down at the zombie on the ground.

"Was he alone?"

"It should be."

While Alfred and Wang Baixi were talking, Mr. Freeze narrowed his eyes again, looking at Wayne Manor in the distance, and thought of the Penguin Gang's car earlier, and now this Bane's henchman...

"Easterner, what is your origin?" he couldn't help but ask.

Wang Baixi said leisurely, "Sir, you have too many questions to answer in a short time. Why don't we go inside and talk slowly?"

Mr. Freeze stared at the young man for a moment, then slung the freeze gun behind his back.

"You'd better actually be able to bring the dead back to life."

“Of course I can do it,” Wang Baixi said with a calm smile, “but you’ll have to wait in line first.”

"But to be fair, your wife isn't dead yet, is she?"

"Shut up!!"

Chapter Thirty-Five: You're Going Too Extreme

In the living room of Wayne Manor, Wang Baixi sat at one end of the dining table, holding a teacup, boasting to Joshua about the day's events. Joshua listened intently, while the old butler stood aside, expressionlessly refilling everyone's tea.

Mr. Freeze sat at the other end of the table, his eyes behind red goggles fixed on Wang Baixi, his gaze unwavering.

At that moment, the living room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Tim Drake stood in the doorway, his Robin uniform covered in dust and several bloodstains that he hadn't had time to wipe away.

Behind him followed Cassandra, and the Angel of Death, whose armor still bore bullet holes and knife marks.

The situation in Gotham is largely under control, and they've also extracted information from Clark. Although the Angel of Death has gone on a killing spree, in extraordinary times, some extraordinary measures are necessary...

Wait, Mr. Freeze?

Three pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on Mr. Freeze.

"what?"

"Ok?"

"..."

Tim reacted the fastest; his right hand touched the short stick on his belt, and he lowered his center of gravity, ready to pounce on the other side of the table at any moment.

"Mr. Freeze?! What are you doing here?"

“I brought him back,” Wang Baixi said calmly.

"Your Majesty, have you gone mad?!"

Wang Baixi put down his teacup, stood up, and blocked Tim's path, placing his hands firmly on Tim's shoulders.

“Robin, I know you have a lot of questions, but calm down and listen to me: Mr. Freeze helped us freeze the ‘zombie’ that Bane planted near the manor tonight, as well as several of the zombie’s other henchmen.”

Tim glanced at Alfred, who nodded calmly. "Ti... Robin, you and Mr. Wang have a good talk. I'll go down and check on those 'prisoners'."

He had no choice but to put the short stick back into his belt and glare fiercely at Wang Baixi.

"First the Penguin, now it's Mr. Freeze." Tim's voice was kept to a minimum, clearly not wanting Mr. Freeze to hear, but he also wanted to unleash a torrent of abuse. "Your Majesty, are you going to invite Bane to the manor for afternoon tea next?"

“If I could, I would be happy to do it.”

"you!"

“Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. I just want to contribute to safeguarding world peace,” Wang Baixi waved his hand. “How about that? Is that reason positive enough?”

"You come out here."