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

"You are like this now... do you really want me to die?"

Unfortunately, no one talked to him this time.

The claws were like sophisticated instruments. After Lucian dodged a knife aimed at his neck, another one stabbed at his heart.

"Don't be like this, I am loyal to the Claws... No, to the Court." Lucian dodged several attacks in succession, watching the Claws gather more and more, and finally attack him.

"I thought you'd at least retain some sanity... but your brains have shrunk into specimens."

"I thought the people controlling you had some intelligence, but unfortunately, their brains are even more corrupted than yours... I wonder if they've had a lobotomy."

No one answered him, the army ants just obeyed the order woodenly.

Lucien held up the umbrella in his hand and pressed the button. Water droplets fell in a spiral shape from several openings above.

It was like a fine, dense drizzle falling indoors.

But then the liquid nitrogen exploded in the warehouse, and the rapidly gathering cold air triggered the device on the claw.

The sudden drop in temperature will make the claws slow down or even unable to move.

Everything was like the slow motion dance of the hero and heroine in the movie.

"I don't know whether you value me or look down on me... You actually brought so many people here, but you didn't conduct any reconnaissance in advance, and instead chose to defeat me with numbers."

Lucian watched as icy flowers gradually formed on them and lowered his umbrella, which was also covered in icy flowers. "This is an opportunity you personally handed to me... How could you be so foolish? Using everyone against me?"

This is not a game. What's the difference between the court's behavior and giving it away?

……

But it's also true that the Court of Owls today has not yet experienced the dangers of Gotham during the Batman era... not to mention that during this time period, it is more like a legendary existence. Perhaps no one knows the weakness of the claws until now.

……

“It’s an inertial reliance on historical experience.”

Lucian turned around and started several livestock meat grinders in the closed room. The jagged spirals crisscrossed and made a loud noise.

"It's blind confidence in oneself and little understanding of the enemy."

Lucian dragged them one by one to the meat grinder, put them in, and watched the blood foam mixed with ice splash.

"It is your condescending disdain that leads to your failure."

The meat grinder is connected to a blender, which mixes the different kinds of flesh and blood thoroughly and mixes them with lead foam.

"It's unbelievable. Is this what the Court of Owls, which caused such a bloody storm during Batman's time, actually looks like?"

After everything was done, the mixture was sealed in small lead boxes and sent along a conveyor belt to an underground cold storage.

...If the claws can be resurrected at this level, then Lucien will consider himself unlucky.

"...The catfish effect. The Court of Owls is no different from the sardines that have long since lost their vitality in history."

"They haven't encountered any catfish yet, so they are so stupid..."

Lucian looked up at the still bright moon. "Bat, you cute little catfish, you really should thank me... This will be your formidable rival in the future."

……

Lucien pushed open the factory door and saw an empty and low-key black car.

Despite Lucian's invitation, Bruce will not go with him...The little bat knows that he can't help with anything other than supplies.

So Lucien opened the car door and saw a bazooka and several huge shells.

"?"

bomb?

He suspected that it was his own problem. Maybe it was just a flash bomb, a smoke bomb, or a stink bomb?

But read the instructions carefully by moonlight.

Lucian rubbed his face and had to believe this fact:

These are bombs with extremely high TNT content.

"..."

Lucian was 100% sure that he had told Bruce that the Owl members except Talon were ordinary people.

But what he got was still a purely lethal weapon.

So Lucian stood outside the car and hesitated:

"Do you really have to kill someone?"

"Revenge doesn't necessarily require someone to die... Can't someone be crippled or disabled?"

As for Lucian himself, he didn't mind blowing it up or slaughtering the owl.

…but this is Batman Beyond’s death bomb, and Lucien didn’t get it on his own.

"Batman can't kill...that's it, right."

……

If Lucian wants to restore order to the universe, he must ensure that Batman cannot kill.

……

Indirect killing is not allowed either.

……

Lucian had to return to the factory in a panic and pick up the pistol that he had thrown on the ground and had never used.

When leaving, his eyes fell on the umbrella, whose structure had become somewhat fragile due to the liquid nitrogen.

"I still have to crawl down the sewer..."

But this umbrella is obviously not usable.

This abandoned factory was originally a garment factory. After dismantling some of the machine structures, they can be used as long sticks to test the depth of the sewer water.

But looking at the rust on it, Lucian gave up this option.

Just as he was leaving with regret, he saw the crowbar that was left there because of the conveyor belt modification.

"Crowbar..." Lucian picked it up, and it was surprisingly easy to use.

"Crowbar?" Lucian threw it back, abandoning this clown's exclusive weapon.

……

He stuffed the magazine and pistol into his arms.

The bullets were made of liquid nitrogen, an invention Bruce had somehow managed to make.

Lucian counted the bullets and found there were still more than thirty left.

But he soon discovered another blind spot.

Can a sudden drop in temperature kill people?

This was also a weapon provided by the little bat. If he really killed someone, it would be considered indirect...

"That won't work either."

Lucian sighed, lowered his head and picked up the crowbar in a compromising manner.

"Bless me, Joker, for Batman's sake, and pray that no one dies by my hands tonight."

Chapter 68 The groove was really made by you, Owl!

Lucien had seen several maps in Wayne Manor: maps of the changes in Gotham's urban area from its founding to the present day.

The Court of Owls generally exists in a complex underground area, and it experiences the changes of the times along with Gotham... but because of the inconvenience of being hidden, the buildings above it will not be updated so quickly.

After looking through several sewer maps, Lucian determined its location -

Where colonial architectural remains intersect with modern drainage systems.

Underground in Old Gotham.

……

This is Lucian's advantage. He can make comprehensive use of settings from comics, movies, games and some forums for analysis... Of course, if he doesn't have the relevant memories, there's nothing he can do.

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"The Claws are clearing him out."

On the large round table, the voice of the man in a white mask in a suit and tie came through a voice changer.

"This time it was the King of Claws' fault."

The King of the Claw is the leader within the Court responsible for brainwashing, training, and commanding the Claw Assassins.

Their eyes, through their masks, turned to the people who wanted more feather decorations on their clothes.

The dark eye sockets cast an invisible sense of oppression. In the silent air, the King of Claws gently tapped the table:

"He showed himself to be completely brainwashed, and after being brainwashed, he was masked when entering and leaving the court... There was no opportunity to explore the court's intelligence."

"Why not kill him?" another white mask objected.

"This is a unanimous decision." The original White Mask replied: "His marksmanship can guarantee the absolute success of assassinating the traitor."

And it was successful.

Their decision was not wrong, but now the court is exposed to the public, which is obviously not what the Owls want to see.

The sound of shallow breathing echoed in the conference room, and no one spoke.

It was still the white mask that spoke at the beginning: "It's useless to overthink. We need to stop public opinion. The court should become a shadow government instead of being exposed to the sun."

After a flurry of discussion, the first person began to speak. She had a slim figure and seemed to be a woman:

"They can create a few more court cases, real or fake, and use public opinion to portray us as a regular weirdo, like an urban legend, just like we have always done."

"Yes, I agree." Another white-masked man said, "They can't confirm our existence, and no one can find this place..."

A loud whistle interrupted him.