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Under the billowing smoke, the lid of the sewer shaft was gently lifted, rotated half a circle, and then half pulled open. The head with green scales poked out slightly, and the fierce and vicious golden pupils looked around.

"I don't trust 'above.'" After confirming that there was no danger, the killer crocodile said, got out from under the manhole cover, and climbed onto the concrete floor.

He held the scarecrow in his arms in his bandaged hands, and the huge green body contrasted with the scarecrow's thin and weakened body, like a giant holding a child in his hands.

"We ...... It's all the same, killer crocodile. "The scarecrow is weak and authentic," ...... We're all the same. ”

The killer crocodile slipped through the gap between two four-legged cars, bowed his head and burrowed his head from under the half-overhanging roller shutter into the parking garage beneath the Wayne Building, where a faint red light flashed.

Ever since the Crime Syndicate visited the world, Wayne Tower, Gotham's iconic building, has not been spared. Most of the people had long since left the building, and now it was filled with lunatics and murderers, and the scarecrow had made the CEO's office his new home.

The killer crocodile kicked open the heavy wooden door, "You're home, Klein." ”

"I'm glad you're willing to listen to me, Killer Crocodile, and I'm comforted." As the scarecrow spoke, the two were walking past the three of Wayne's family thirty years ago.

"I have to thank you for reaching out." The scarecrow continued.

"I followed the plan and waited for the right time." Killer crocodile road.

The scarecrow sat in the boss's chair and acted as if it were his asset: "I want everyone to do the same as you, and you deserve to be rewarded for that." Where you're standing now, Wayne Tower, it's yours. I'll spend a little more time down there preparing to defeat Bane and his minions in the Black Gate, this edifice is no longer for me. I know you hate 'above', killer crocodile, and I know your followers depend on you, but you were born to do great things, and you shouldn't be trapped in the underground forever. ”

The killer crocodile stood in front of the windowpane with his back to him, looking down on the dark city.

"I've built my kingdom beneath the bloody streets of Gotham, and that's where I belong, Crane." He said.

"Not anymore. Times have changed, and we need you to be stationed in this strategic location. The Scarecrow said as he injected the syringe in his glove syringe with his fear poison, "The boundaries have blurred, and Bane is only thinking about stopping the city from growing...... We can't stop us from taking this city to a certain future, and we can't let him succeed. ”

"Perhaps......" Killer Crocodile thoughtfully, "...... You're right. ”

"I'll rest for a while, and I'll go to Arkham later." The scarecrow said, "I'm going to have a meeting. I have some new plans to explain that require everyone to be there. ”

"Ahhhhh!!hh

Terrible screams echoed through the corridors of Gotham's Central Hospital, like the hysterical screams of unjust souls from the deepest depths of hell.

A man clutched his abdomen with one hand and his bare feet on the ground in a pool of blood, staggering out with difficulty. In the operating room behind him, the screams continued, and the pool of blood, which had spread half of the passage, continued to spread.

Must get out of this hospital! It was the only thought in his head.

The door to the operating room was slammed open, and a wheelchair was pushed out by a crowd of people. A group of people rushed towards the man with blood in their wad. The guy at the head of the group, wearing a half-ridiculous pig-face mask, shouted, "Catch that patient!" ”

A group of deformed deformities with stiff expressions listened to the order, and without hesitation, they rushed towards the poor worm. The screams and screams were to no avail, and the man was pushed to the ground in pain, and someone's hand was even pulling at his mouth so that he could not close.

"Please...... The doctor is crazy......"

The guy in the pig-faced mask - the pig-faced man, a former secret agent, surgeon, and poison master, now a patient at Arkham Mental Hospital.

"That's rude." The pig-faced man said unhurriedly, "I'm not a doctor, I'm a pig-faced man." You're a virtuoso and you're hospitalized with an injury to your left hand, which doesn't go well for a world-class violinist. But we all know that perfect beginnings come with pain. I love music, and as you know, it heals the soul, and I know you're going to be working with the Gotham Symphony Orchestra next month for a big concert, not like I want to show off, but I do have a front-row seat...... Since time is so short, what else can I do? ”

He lifted the man's left hand, and saw that the sole of his foot had been sewn with a needle and thread to the place of the poor insect's hand.

"Ahhh!!h The man screamed in despair.

"Screaming is an act of soul-cleansing." The pig-faced man stood up humming a minor tune, "Remove the body from toxin...... And then there's what I call the release of a cancer of stress. I'm sure people should scream more, don't you agree with ......"

At this point he was interrupted by the crisp sound of a window cracking. The black figure rushed into the hallway through the narrow window, the pitch-black cloak, the scarlet eyes, and the ears of the bats above his head almost touching the ceiling.

The pig-faced man's face changed: "Batman? ”

The puppets of the pig-faced man screamed in unison, and one after the other pounced fearlessly.

At this moment, Bane, who was wearing the uniform of his old enemy, seemed to completely put aside his hands and feet, roared loudly, and threw the two of them to the ground with a huge fist, and his thick legs swept horizontally, and the heavy force immediately swept the two out of the window of the building.

"You and your mad creatures will no longer work for the scarecrow." Bane lifted the pig-faced man up like an eagle catching a chicken, and said viciously, "A lot of the areas that Arkham and the crazy idiots inside thought they controlled are now mine." ”

"You think you can win?" "You're just fantasizing, Bane, as you have done countless times before. You call yourself the Emperor, but you've been defeated by Batman countless times because you deserve it, and this time is no different! You don't understand anything, the city is undergoing a revolutionary change, but by no means in your direction! ”

Bane's scarlet eyes flashed fiercely.

"Really?"

After a terrible howl, the pig-faced man was also thrown out of the hospital window.

"There is no military here, no authority, no hope here...... Except for me! Bain said loudly, "I'm the Bat Emperor, all that's left of the city!" (To be continued.) )