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

He is human, so she will never support him, and he will never support her.

What's more, he actually made a joke about "vegetarianism," which is just too horrible!

One day, she will renovate all the polluted soil in the world and then destroy this evil human world.

"you wanna die!"

"Cassandra!"

Wang Baixi immediately shouted, only to see Cassandra appear beside Poison Ivy at some point. Although she couldn't directly attack Poison Ivy, she could break through her barrier.

After snapping two vines with a spinning kick, she landed and rolled, then accurately struck the largest cluster of fluorescent fungi on the ceiling with a batarang.

The moment the fluorescent fungus exploded, the entire underground space was plunged into darkness for a brief moment.

“Now, Zatana!” Wang Baixi shouted.

Zatana's hands lit up with golden magic circles in the darkness.

A scorching flame erupted from her palm.

The flames precisely burned through all the vines attached to the wall behind her.

"This is your secret weapon, isn't it, Poison Ivy?"

"You guessed right, ma'am."

Those vines are the central nervous system controlling the entire underground nest; once they are burned off, Poison Ivy's control over the other plants will be greatly reduced.

Poison Ivy let out a shriek and suddenly lashed out two new vines that wrapped around Zatana's hands, hurling her against the wall.

Cassandra tried to help, but Poison Ivy's vines wrapped around her ankle in an instant. "Don't rush, little girl. Are you Batman's new apprentice? Or this Mr. Wang's girlfriend?"

Cassandra's face flushed red, and she reached back to cut with her knife, but more vines surged up and eventually trapped her in place.

"king"

“Kassan…”

“Mr. Wang, your friends are very brave,” Poison Ivy turned to Wang Baixi, her vines surging towards him like a tide, “but it seems you have no one to protect you.”

"Is that so? I think it's hard to say."

However, before he could finish showing off his coolness, long vines came to attack him. Wang Baixi dodged the straight attacks of the vines by turning to the side, but more vines sprouted from the ground and almost wrapped around his ankles several times.

"This is not the way to go."

[A Lament for the Soul!]

Wang Baixi raised his hand and pointed, and a purple beam of psionic energy pierced through Poison Ivy and the vines around her.

Fortunately, it's close enough.

"Ugh!"

In an instant, Poison Ivy was frozen in place. All the attacking vines simultaneously froze in mid-air. Wang Baixi did not waste these few seconds; his gaze quickly swept across the battlefield, finally locking onto the wall behind Poison Ivy, a wall that had been burned away by Zatana, leaving only charred remnants.

Got it!

He quickly stepped forward, concentrated his mind, and poured his magic power into the roots of the charred vines.

[Immediate Recovery!]

The next second, a miracle happened: the charred outer shell of the vine peeled off piece by piece, and the newly formed fibrous tissue underneath expanded and stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed from a broken root into a vine thicker than his arm. Wang Baixi grabbed the newly grown vine with both hands, and before the Poison Ivy Woman could recover from her stiffness, he rushed behind her, wrapped the vine around her neck and upper body, and tightened it around her neck.

"Can you still breathe, Miss Poison Ivy?"

Poison Ivy finally recovered from her paralysis and tried to control the vine to fight back, but the vine that Wang Baixi had personally resurrected did not respond to her commands.

The vines' self-healing fibers continued to grow, tightening their grip and binding her arms firmly to her sides. Meanwhile, her other vines hesitated around her.

Yes, there's also the Plants Non-Aggression Treaty.

"Tell me now. Why did you do this? Why did you kidnap the Raymond children?"

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to explain to people like you."

At this moment, Cassandra and Zatana also broke free of their restraints. Zatana shielded Cassandra behind her, and a scorching flame shot from her fingertips, forcing back all the remaining vines that were still trying to approach Poison Ivy and blocking all possible escape routes for Poison Ivy.

“Is that so? That’s not up to you, Miss,” Zatana said coldly.

Poison Ivy was struggling to breathe from the vines, but she was unwilling to surrender. She still had a trump card. She closed her eyes and tried to control the staff in the distance, but Zatana cast a spell again and confronted Poison Ivy.

On one side was the Poison Ivy, writhing in agony, and on the other was Zatana, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Finally, the controlled staff members let out strange cries from their throats, and their eyes began to refocus.

"Little Ka, take them up there." Zatana calmed herself down and looked at the Poison Ivy woman with a ferocious expression.

Cassandra accepted the order and left, while Poison Ivy remained indignant, "Two mages? Hmph, it seems I underestimated you."

Under Zatana's relentless pressure, she finally gave up resisting.

“I said, but you have to release me first.”

“You’re not in a position to negotiate,” Wang Baixi said, “but if you tell the truth, I might consider it.”

“No need for such trouble, Your Majesty,” Zatana said sharply, then used the Truth Speak spell once again.

Under the influence of magic, Poison Ivy reluctantly spoke, "Hmph, you probably don't know that Raymond and his team have been developing ethylene that can accelerate the ripening of plants..."

"Wait a minute, isn't this a good thing? It's a good thing for you and the farmers, so why did you kidnap them?" Wang Baixi pressed, tightening the vine by two inches.

Is she repaying kindness with enmity, or is she trying to monopolize the patent rights?

"Of course it's a good thing. But Lex Luthor came and demanded that the Raymond family abandon this project and instead research how to make chemical weapons."

"Oh, so you're going to force them back onto the 'correct' research path?"

Isn't that just like Zhang Beihai...?

“Not only that!” Poison Ivy gritted her teeth. “They failed, and what’s more, they can’t dispose of the chemical waste they produce; it can only be dumped into the sewers.”

"This waste flows into the earth and the ocean, killing algae and microorganisms, which in turn affects plants. You humans never care what's in the soil; your feet are always on cement!"

"So you kidnapped him, hoping the Raymond family would be punished?"

"So what if it is?"

"What about the ten million ransom?"

I need money!

"You're certainly outspoken," Wang Baixi said with a hint of respect. "Then another question: what's your relationship with the Riddler?"

"The Riddler told me that Killer Croc could be trusted. That dim-witted fellow is extremely easy to control and better at manual labor. That's all."

Where is he now?

“How should I know?” Poison Ivy replied coldly.

"Did he tell you the details of his deal with Killer Croc? Did someone say they could cure his illness?"

"Huh? How should I know!?"

Wang Baixi fell silent.

Damn it, this guy doesn't know anything.

After all that, we still have to find the answer from the riddle teller.

He didn't press her further; it seemed she was just another pawn on the Riddler's chessboard.

"I've said everything. Now, what about what you promised me?"

“I didn’t promise you anything, but don’t worry, you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say next can be used against you in court.”

"...You fucking bastard!"

Chapter 101 Lincoln March's Invitation

Chief Gordon hasn't left Gotham for a long time.

The workload at the Gotham Police Department was snowballing. The recent serial murders of several powerful figures were still under investigation, with case files piling up on his desk. The detectives on the task force had been working overtime for two weeks straight, and if they didn't get a break, they could be meeting their maker at any moment.

He was the only one who had more energy than others. Even so, every morning when he opened the office door, he would find that there were a few more coffee cups on his desk than the night before.

Without realizing it, he was consuming more caffeine.

His fiancée, Sarah, who is also the deputy chief of police, has been urging him to take a vacation, but he just can't stop. So, the mayor's office has assigned him a new job.

“Poison Ivy has been captured in Metropolis,” Amanda Carroll’s secretary said. “Jim, you know, her main criminal record is in Gotham, and Metropolis doesn’t intend to detain her long-term. Take a few men over there and ‘extrade’ her back as soon as possible to avoid any complications.”

Gordon then rushed to the Metropolitan Metropolitan.

In these hectic years, the only thing to be thankful for is Barbara, his daughter, whose health seems to be improving with the help of the Wayne Group.

……

The air in the metropolis was dry at dusk, the streets were spotless. Gordon stood on the steps, lit a cigarette, and watched the overly perfect city shimmer in the sunset. He admitted that this cleanliness made him uneasy.

Look, a city without litter and graffiti, but who knows, there might be more hidden things here than in Gotham.

After all, Gotham's crime rate has indeed declined again. The current criminal environment is not good, and even Poison Ivy and others have left Gotham.

Back to the present, Superman and several senior officers from the Metropolitan Police Department are already waiting for him at the door.

"Hello, Commissioner Gordon." Superman's tone was very calm.

"Long time no see, Mr. Superman." Gordon flicked away his cigarette ash. "How's Poison Ivy doing?"

“I’ve already handed her over to your men, James,” a deputy commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department continued. “By the way, regarding Poison Ivy, the specific leads were provided by Mr. Wang Baixi of the Wayne Enterprises. We received his call; he said he discovered something unusual underground in the Botanical Garden. By the time we arrived, he had already subdued Poison Ivy. Then Mr. Superman arrived, and then it was us.”

“Wang Baixi…” Gordon murmured the name, “Where is he now?”

“He’s already left.” The deputy police commissioner shrugged. “He said he had other things to take care of. You know, rich people are always so busy. They’re either busy making money or busy… Hey, as far as I know, he had two girls with him.”

Gordon chuckled and stubbed out his cigarette in the portable ashtray he carried with him.

"What a pity, I wanted to thank him in person."