In the dark corridor, two pairs of glowing eyes suddenly lit up, Batman took the lead in walking out of the darkness, looking at the corridor in front of him through the smoke and dust of the explosion, and out of the back was a very tall figure, in the passage about two meters high, he had to bend forward.

The first thing that appeared in the light was a crocodile's mouth, then a crocodile-like and human-like limbs, and a huge tail, and Batman turned to him and asked, "Can you still smell it?"

The giant crocodile man lowered his head, shrugged his nose slightly, and said in an extremely deep voice, "They left along this passage, and my sense of smell is not wrong......

Then his bulging face wrinkled and looked even more vicious, and he said, "It's so dry here, I don't like it very much."

"Dry?" Batman was a little puzzled and said, "Are you sure? This is the location below the underground water veins of Gotham, and there is an extremely rich reserve of groundwater above it, so it should not be dry anyway, right?"

"That's what's weird." As the crocodile man stepped forward, the passage shook a little, and he said, "I used to live in the sewers of Gotham, which was very damp and dark, and I loved it, but here it is the opposite, and I feel like I'm going to die."

Batman's eyes narrowed, and he walked forward with the crocodile man, saying as he went, "Thanks to you, Wayren, otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to locate each other in such a dark and cramped environment."

"No thanks, Batman, you saved me from the warehouse fire, if it weren't for you, I might have been crushed to death." The crocodile man glanced at his waist and abdomen, because of his powerful recovery ability, there was no scar there, but the feeling of being crushed under a heavy object, burned by the flames, he remembered it vividly.

When Bruce visited the slums and became a storekeeper, he worked in the warehouse with the killer crocodile, and when the warehouse suddenly caught fire, he rescued the killer crocodile, and later, he went to the killer crocodile once and heard his story.

The killer crocodile was born with anti-ancestral genes, so he was ridiculed by his classmates and friends since he was a child, and later because he couldn't get along in normal society, he could only come to Gotham.

Originally, he lived well in the sewers, but the frozen Gotham incident made him almost trapped in the sewers, and the sewers could not live, so he could only go to the land to find a house, but if he wanted to find a house, he had to find a job first.

Most jobs can't hire such strange employees as him, only really hard-working porters, who don't care about looks, so Killer Crocodile gets a stable job, a decent pay, and even some savings, which allows him to spend the period of recuperating at home.

"We've got to hurry." The killer crocodile said, "I only took half a day off, if I go back late, I may not be able to make it to dinner, the boss said that he will leave me a live chicken tonight......

The sound of his swallowing voice echoed through the dark passage, and Batman quickened his pace, continuing in the direction pointed out by the killer crocodile. ….

On the other side, Schiller was taken to what the agents called a larger stronghold, and he sat in a chair again.

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There were fortifications at the mouth, and quite a few ammunition boxes were stacked in the deepest part of the room.

Originally, they were only equipped with a pistol and two long guns in the car, but there were not only various types of rifles, but also rocket launchers and grenades, so enough ammunition to fight a small war.

However, Schiller's gaze was still straight at the three passages in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Don't tell me that the barricades you put in front of the passages are the so-called fortifications?"

Following Schiller's gaze, the three passages in front of him were the three largest, and in front of each passage, there were blast barricades and coils, Scott shook his head and said, "You don't have to use this method to undermine our confidence, Professor, we all know that you are a famous psychologist who knows all kinds of psychological tactics well."

"In the initial attack, you deliberately warned us to flee in advance, and even made a plan for us to break off, showing that you are on our side to let our guard down."

"You're constantly emphasizing your weakness, even going so far as to let me inject you twice as much sedatives, you're implanting in us the illusion that you can't resist with force and don't have the strength to escape."

"But actually, I've seen the reactions of sedative overdose users, who lose almost all of their logical thinking, are barely able to move in their drowsiness and sluggishness, and don't have time to taunt us like you are now."

"After creating the illusion that you are on our side and that you are very weak, you have begun to use all kinds of rhetoric to create the image of a powerful enemy, as if he is the hunter and we are the prey, trying to put pressure on us."

Scott shook his head and said, "But obviously, the opposite is true, his first two sneak attacks, not only did not hurt any of us, but also revealed his own position and way of thinking." ….

"Our initial strategic shift wasn't about running away, in fact, we wouldn't have had to run if it weren't for your safety."

"After the so-called aftermath of life, you began to point fingers at more things, if you were an ordinary person, you must have fallen into your trap now, thinking that you are just a harmless strategist who can solve the current crisis, and feeling that only by relying on and trusting you can we escape from here."

"But in reality, all the illusions and assumptions are just traps created by you, and this trick has been used countless times among the prisoners we arrested."

Scott walked up to Schiller and said, "I don't like dealing with certain highly intelligent criminals, because everything they do, everything they say, is designed to set a trap for me......

Unexpectedly, Schiller skillfully picked up his words and said in a voice like a dream: "And you know that the best way to deal with them, except to ignore them, is to use violence to silence them."

Scott's fist in the air stopped, and Schiller raised his head and lowered his eyes, looking at him only through the gap between his eyelashes, and then showed a triumphant smile, and said:

"How do you know that the purpose of this series of traps is to escape, not to die here?"

Schiller closed his eyes, and his voice became lower: "You know that I am a famous psychologist, and even if you give me a sufficient amount of sedative medicine, I have the means to reduce my heart rate to a limit by hypnotizing myself."

"And at this time, if I am stimulated by violence, I am likely to go into shock, and I am sure that you have no conditions to save me." Schiller, on the verge of half-dreaming, let out a low laugh, and then said:

"Do you want to try, keep punching? Give me a punch, make me scream, and bet that the heart rate monitor on my wrist will forgive you for such rudeness?"

Scott snapped his eyes, his mid-air fist clenched and released, and finally, he waved his hand and lowered his arm.

He bent down and put his hands on his knees, put his head close to Schiller's eyes, looked into his eyes and said:

"Professor, you are the most astonishing of all the vicious and cunning criminals I have ever seen."

"But I must warn you that such words will no longer be effective in Washington, where medical conditions are well established."

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Agent." Schiller lowered his head again, as if asleep, and muttered, "I also want to warn you that your fists will lose their effect sooner than my words."

"Bang! Bang! Bang bang!

」

"Someone's intruding! Someone is invading!

"Whoosh! Bang bang! Boom!"

"Oh! What is that?! Oh, my God! Monster! There are monsters!

Help me!

！ There's a crocodile monster rushing in!

！」

Scott turned his head instantly, and he saw that in the most central passage of the three passages, a huge figure jumped out, and the barricades and coils placed in the center of the passages did not play any role, and were almost instantly crushed. ….

Through the light in the room, Scott saw that it was a huge half-human, half-crocodile monster, and the ordinary hand *** hit his crocodile-like armor, leaving only a series of sparks, and the female agent Laurenna, who just wanted to raise her gun to shoot, was directly swept away by the huge tail.

He was followed by a dark shadow, who was not as strong and tall as this crocodile monster, but more deadly.

Any agent who came into contact with him would be brought down almost in a turn, and Scott saw a series of electric lights emerge from his pitch-black armor, and all agents who came into contact with the electric light were stunned in an instant.

The two of them advanced so fast that the remaining agents didn't have time to equip their powerful automatic weapons, and watching them rush straight towards Schiller, Scott subconsciously pulled out his saber from his waist and pressed it against Schiller's neck.

In an instant, the shadow stopped moving, and Scott squinted his eyes lightly and said, "Whoever you are, I know what your goal is, put the gun down and tell your companion to stop, otherwise, I will kill him immediately."

Scott's hand was on Schiller's neck, the tip of the knife against his Adam's apple, but because of this, he could feel a faint voice coming from Schiller's vocal cords: "He didn't have a gun, so he couldn't put it down."

"Shut up!" Scott gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Get the knife away." Batman's face sank like water, and Schiller, who was choked by Scott's neck, was embarrassed beyond his imagination.

The buttons of the suit had completely collapsed, the knot of the tie had fallen apart, and it was just hanging around his neck, and one side of the glasses was covered with mud, but judging from the childlike state of the other exposed eye, he should have been injected with an overdose of sedative drugs.

"You have violated the Geneva Conventions, let him go immediately." Batman walked slowly forward with a determined step, which put a lot of pressure on Scott.

Scott really hesitated, he didn't expect that the strange man on the other side would come up and point to the point, if Schiller accused them of abusing the prisoners in court, it might be another lawsuit.

Who knows if there's a video device on the other side? If this weirdo and Schiller were in a gang, when the time came, in court, to take out this video and say that they were tortured would definitely cause resistance to the trial.

But at this time, Schiller's faint voice came again: "You ask him, what identity is he using to block the regular law enforcement of the FBI?"

Scott was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth for a moment, and almost schilled Schiller's question out, but then, he reacted, and he didn't know what to say.

He thought about it and didn't think there was anything wrong with Schiller's words, because it really went straight to the point.

If Batman is going to oversee FBI enforcement, then he must do so as a public, legal citizen, and it is clear that neither he nor the crocodile man next to him is in this capacity at the moment, so questioning the identity is the best option.

"This FBI enforcement is completely reasonable and compliant, with formal approval documents and arrest warrants, and we are fully subject to reasonable oversight from any U.S. citizen, but you are

Full citizens of the United States?" ….

Batman paused, then narrowed his eyes, he thought, it seems, this time, he ran into a hard stubble.

"You should have discovered that the horrible monster chasing you is not my fiction." Schiller kept his head down, so Batman didn't notice it at all, and his mouth was still moving even though his whole body was not moving.

Scott was a little hesitant, but he did find out that what Schiller said was true, and the other side didn't look like an ordinary person at all, and it wasn't something that their few escort agents who didn't specialize in combat could deal with.

Don't try to defeat him with words, and don't think that you can force him to give you the tools to escape, the only way now is to hold him down for a few seconds, and then you can take me away."

Looking at the terrifying crocodile monster and smiling at the fallen agent next to him, Scott's hand trembled a little, and then asked in a low voice, "How did you hold him back?"

Schiller replied, "I see that the place behind you where the ammunition is stacked, in addition to grenades, there are smoke grenades, and that is your only hope of getting me out of here."

"Now I'm going to teach you how to keep the other side from attacking you, which will buy us at least 30 seconds, enough time for you to retrieve the smoke bomb and create enough smoke to get us out."

Scott grabbed Schiller's neck, gritted his teeth, and said, "You'd better have this method, you should know that if there is a chance that the escort mission will fail completely, we have the right to shoot the escort directly."

At this time, Batman had almost walked in front of the two of them, and he knew that as long as he took two more steps, he would reach the right position for violent rescue.

And at this time, Schiller, who had his head down, still murmured in that kind of indistinct voice:

I know, I know...... You've always tried to find a weakness in me, but you've never succeeded, so I haven't used such a despicable trick until then......

"You brought it on yourself, Batman."

Then, Schiller tilted his head slightly, revealing the side of his neck, and whispered like a demon with a smile ringing in Scott's ears:

See that scar on the side of my neck? Aim it there and give me a knife."

"The farther the blood is spattered, the safer you are."

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