Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

There must be a final note that he didn't hear clearly, so Bob leaned in again.

Zavin read: "batman."

batman.

He opened his mouth and bit Bob's ear hard.

"Ah!" Bob wanted to strangle him to death. He kept waving the electric baton in his hand at Zaven. The baton was still electrified, making crackling sounds.

But he quickly gave up.

Zaven used great force to bite the skin on his ear, and blood flowed down his chin. Liquid is a good way for electric current to spread.

The sticks kept hitting Zaven, but he bit off Bob's ear when he couldn't control his screams.

"grass!"

Bob covered his wound. He could no longer control his anger. He stabbed the electric baton into Zaven's face and turned it to maximum power.

"Pah-Pah-Pah-"

It really hurts, especially on the fragile skin of my face.

Zaven's face was almost distorted, but he still tried to swallow the ear.

"Boom-"

Bob was not satisfied, so he threw away the electric baton and punched Zaven in the face and body, pinching his neck and roaring. Blood flowed from his ears to his neck, his veins bulged, and his face turned red.

Zaven looked at him, and a dry laugh came out of his throat, and then it became louder and louder:

"bat!"

"bat!"

"Batman!"

"Hahaha!!!"

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To Lucian, Zavin was just an insignificant villain he met, and the name Batman was just a flash of inspiration when he was recording the screen. He was sure that the Batman would come to him after the video was shown in public, so he might as well provoke him like this.

Lucien is now squatting in front of the mayor who was shot to death in the video. Of course, he is not dead, that was just a decoy.

He has not forgotten the promise he made in the last world - not to kill.

But because of this, Lucien seemed to be in a dilemma.

If I let him go, now is not a good time. If he stays, I can't provide him with food and clothing.

Could it be... thrown into Arkham Asylum?

……

When Omosen opened his eyes again, he almost thought he was dead and his soul had entered heaven, but as he gradually focused and saw the shabby scene around him, he realized that he was actually in hell, and then he saw Lucian who was also looking at him.

Omosen choked slightly, knowing that he was not actually dead.

"Good evening, Mr. Former Mayor." Lucian nodded slightly, as formal and friendly as a business meeting.

Under Omosen's vigilant gaze, he continued, "You now have two choices: one is to be thrown into the Arctic by me, isolated from the world, and when you return, everything will be over."

"...Where's the other one?"

"Another one is Antarctica."

Omosen: ...

Lucian saw his blank expression and shook his finger: "You really don't have any sense of humor at all."

Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, a famous bargain, he gestured, "Want a puff?"

Omosen had never seen this brand in his life, but now he could only lower his head and pick up the cigarette like a dog.

"click"

"click"

Inside the lighter, the steel wheel and flint collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and both cigarettes were lit.

Lucien was not picky about cigarettes, good or bad, but Omoson was obviously not used to the stimulation of low-quality tobacco, or maybe he had always smoked cigars.

He kept choking and coughing, but he held the sponge tightly with his teeth and didn't dare to spit it out.

Lucian was kind, noticing Omosen's discomfort, and took the cigarette out of his mouth. "Don't be so scared of me. We don't have any deep hatred."

Got no response.

But Lucien was used to silence. Seeing that Omosen's breathing was gradually becoming steady, he did not put the cigarette back. Instead, he motioned for Omosen to stretch out his hand and use the fire from the cigarette to slowly burn the hemp rope tied to his hand.

"I have."

Omosen was interrupted before he could finish his words: "Okay, Mr. Former Mayor, I know you are rich, but you are already dead in the social sense. Believe me, in less than three days, your wife, concubines, little concubines, little concubines... will divide up all your money, and you will become very poor."

"Of course, don't think I'll let you go. Maybe in the future, but not now."

Omosen shut up.

The fire from the cigarette butt was weak and not very powerful, and the smell of tobacco mixed with burnt smell was hard to tell whether it smelled good or not.

The hemp rope was burned and fell to the ground, and the cigarette in his hand was also finished. Lucian took a last puff and threw it aside with the burning hemp rope.

"I don't want to kill you." This was a bit perfunctory, but Lucian's next words were particularly sincere: "I think you should be tried for your crimes by law and then go to jail. Of course, the death penalty would be great too."

Having lived in a country where privileges run rampant for a long time and having long regarded the law as a shiny cover, Omosen didn't understand what he was saying for a moment.

Chapter 190 Zawen's Revenge Story

Jack, who had just returned from a business trip to the Soviet Union, was silent as he watched the marching crowds chanting "Batman", "Eliminate the Court of Owls", and "Give us back our rights".

what?

Looking at the cosplay sculpture of Silent Bat standing in the shadow, Jack's question mark almost materialized above his head.

The silent bat obviously saw his doubt, and before he could say "Oh my God, Bruce" and sigh, he explained: "'Batman' is Lucian."

……

Jack: "?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "I thought he was trying to take my place... He might as well take my place."

He looked at the group of people, and the joy and surprise on his face disappeared. He became a little weird and annoyed. He questioned the Silent Bat: "Why don't you kill him?"

"His body structure is odd, and he has a high chance of recovery or immortality."

"Cockroach," Jack commented.

But now is not the time to pursue them, nor is it the time to care about these people.

Distrust of society and order is a slow but lasting harm, but now because of the uniqueness of the enemy, they are actually positive in this way.

……

"White Mask must either die or flee. Many positions are now unfilled. I released the group of people under the Batcave, as well as the upright people I've observed over the years. They are enough to stabilize Gotham's basic order."

Harvey Dent is an upright prosecutor, both in other universes and here.

Oswald Cobblepot was a true entrepreneur and philanthropist. He never joined the Court of Owls and always used his money to help civilians.

Although Jason Todd is the owner of an arms company, he still has his bottom line.

Even Richard Grayson, who was brainwashed into a claw, maintained the bottom line of not killing anyone as much as possible and regained his sanity after treatment.

Those trapped in the cages in the Batcave for five years were not prisoners, but a deliberate act by the Silent Bat to prevent them from being killed by the Court of Owls.

Jack is not a jailer, but a nanny who takes care of them.

As for why it is so realistic, so realistic that the psychological state and conversation content of the person in the birdcage have become neurotic, it is because the Silent Bat acquiesced to the Court of Owls installing surveillance equipment in the Batcave... He needs to gain the trust of both parties, needs an opportunity, needs observation, and needs a fatal move... That's it.

"Originally, we only needed to blow up Gotham's bridges and isolate it from the outside world. We would be able to maintain basic order after a brief period of chaos... We would wipe out the termites, establish a stable order, and slowly change Gotham's status quo over the next few years, eliminating the influence of the Assassin's League."

The people that Silent Bat has recruited over the years are all capable. They are either hidden in various industries and are inconspicuous; or they are capable people who have been suppressed; or they are oppressed and have a strong desire for revenge; or they have a clear understanding of the current social situation and are eager to change it... The number is not large, but it is enough to achieve the goal.

Silent Bat looked at the crowd below who were still smashing, looting and smashing - that group of people who were not united, but more cruel than hyenas, were like a group of cancer cells attached to the bones of Gotham, making the whole city cancerous... Just changing blood was useless.

Lucian's words got them into big trouble.

Jack kept muttering insults without mercy. He almost felt sick about his previous tacit cooperation with Lucian, and it was especially disgusting when Lucian called himself "Batman".

"We'll settle the score with him later and resolve this matter," said Jack.

Because they have more important things to do:

Cancer is a disease that takes time to become life-threatening. Now they have to remove the sharp knife that once hung around the neck of this city and cut the last string in the hands of the puppeteer.

"Go underground."

The lair of the Court of Owls, the ice coffin that preserves sharp claws, the amber gold that can give people high recovery power, the file bags of the White Mask members of all generations, the basic operation methods of the court... The maze built underground is where the rats hide after hearing that someone is hunting officials and businessmen. They hide in panic.

Hushbat and Jack head to that location together for a final cleanup.

From then on, at least in Gotham, the Court of Owls' control would be greatly reduced.

……

As for those good guys who were released back into Gotham, they had already known the plan and were ready to demonstrate their business abilities.

At this moment, he stared at the Gotham residents who were causing trouble, with the same confusion in his eyes that Jack saw.

"Did the bats do that? Was that part of the plan?"

Harvey Dent was only confused at first, but he didn't care about the matter anymore. He took his ID and went through the identity verification process at the police station without any hindrance, and resumed his identity as a prosecutor.

And when he took on his first case, he stabbed the police station in the back for false accusations—claiming the confession was obtained under torture, insufficient evidence, and a new investigation.

Most of the people killed were killed by the Silent Bat, and the remaining few were either members of the Assassin's League or the indignant crowd.

It’s hard to catch any of them.

They were at a stalemate, and the cases kept piling up. Finally, the police station simply gave up on the case. They kept saying it was a difficult case and there were no witnesses. Playing blind and being scolded for being useless was much better than catching the real murderer and throwing him in jail.

But unfortunately, due to the original court's promptness, before Harvey succeeded as prosecutor, Zavin was thrown into Blackgate Prison as the last victim wrongly accused of murder.

……