The killer crocodile crushed the rat in its mouth, and the broken bones and blood dripped from his fangs, causing red ripples in the water.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a bloody breath of turbidity.

The killer crocodile Wellen Jones is over 2.2 meters tall and has dark cyan scales that can withstand direct rifle fire, and his claws and fangs make him more like a large crocodile walking upright than a human, and he looks fierce and not very intelligent.

But even though the mind succumbed to primitive perception and animal instincts, he still remembered the name of the man who had hurt him.

"B-on!"

The name echoed in his head like an endless scream.

He walked through the shadows of Gotham City's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemies in a universe of stinking outbursts, filth, and exhaust fumes.

His arm was still aching. Last time, he only had one move in front of Bane before his arm was broken.

Killer Crocodile is well aware that he has become Bane's tool to prove his prowess to Batman: a great humiliation and an inspiring incentive.

The fury in the heart of the beast is burning, and in nature, the crocodile has always been a very vindictive animal.

But...... Before he could get his revenge, he had to find something to eat.

Thinking of this, the ferocious beast could not be threatened.

He snorted.

Woo, I'm hungry, and the rats aren't hungry at all......

It's okay, you won't be hungry after a while.

The big crocodile squatted aggrievedly in the garbage heap, and although he was a warm-blooded creature, he still had certain reptilian characteristics, such as liking to sit motionless for hours.

But at that moment, his keen sense of smell detected a scent. The scent was so enticing that he stretched out his curled body like a hedgehog.

It smells so good! It's so fragrant! What does it taste like? It's a roasted whole pig!

No, the sewer I'm hiding in now is supposed to be a slum above it, why is there a slum in it...... But it really smells good!

The killer crocodile's brain turned lazily for a while, and then he quit his job.

With the snap of the strings in his head, his cold vertical pupils also changed into strange shapes.

"Good-eat-it!"

With a bang, the drooling killer crocodile lifted the manhole cover and crawled out of the ground, which was an abandoned open-air parking lot, littered with the wreckage of abandoned cars and various construction debris, and there was no one around.

It was the middle of the night in Gotham, the mist had cleared, and the moon was bright and the stars were thin. The cool evening breeze lingers with the aroma, leaving kiss marks in every corner of the air.

In the bright moonlight, the killer crocodile saw a golden roast pig in the center of the clearing.

“……？”

The killer crocodile's instantaneous membrane flipped for a moment, and reason came back online, revealing a humanized thought in the beast's pupils.

It's a trap. The intent to entrap is too obvious. The roast pig was also poisoned, right?

There was no unusual smell in the air. Oh...... Is it a deodorant?

Who would be so painstaking...... Target...... Forehead......

…… Yes, who?

I don't know wow.

Analyzing this, the killer crocodile is stuck.

Hey, my head is so itchy.

How should the next idea be extended?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, but ......

No matter who set it all up, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

The killer crocodile's heart was bright, but with a pig-like face, he staggered, drooling, and walked towards the roast pig step by step.

He already had a plan in his mind.

Whoever is behind it, he must confirm that the killer crocodile has eaten the poisonous bait before he can take the next step.

And he didn't play according to the routine and brought the bait into the underground water pipe.

If the other party really comes down to see if he is poisoned, then the identity of the prey and the hunter will be reversed immediately; If the other party doesn't come, then he can also secretly observe, and then take the initiative to attack.

In this way, no matter how you say it, the initiative is always firmly in your hands.

The killer crocodile couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his IQ in his heart.

I was so clever to come up with such a ploy in such a short period of time!

Then he grabbed the roast pig.

The next second.

Zizi

Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity passed through his body in an instant, causing him to fall to the ground and twitch non-stop, and the dark blue scales were blackened by electricity.

Bang Dang!

The four searchlights buried in the garbage heap suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.

"Isn't it, that's it?"

The killer crocodile heard the startled voices of those behind the scenes coming from the corner:

"No, no, there really won't be such a simple trap for anyone!"

In an instant, the killer crocodile only felt that the blood in his whole body rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

100% less sanity!

The brain went straight to work on the spot, and the killer crocodile let out a deformed howl and jumped up like a Parkinson's patient.

But the effect of the electric current still lingered on his body, so that his movements were more like an electronic dance than an attack.

But given his weight of over £1,500, the move was still devastating.

The ventriloquist almost crawled away from the position he had just stood, and in the bat baby in his hand, Chen Tao's built-in wireless call module was still reprinting and mocking.

"That's it? That's it? That's it? ”

Chen Tao really had the joy of spraying people on the Internet in his previous life at this time.

In particular, the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling at the scene, but he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the side of the road a few kilometers away, observing the scene with satellites and cameras mounted on the dolls, which was safe and comfortable.

Tuk tuk!

A thug is knocking on the car window outside:

"Brother, do you know whose territory this is, you have to hand over ...... here"

Chen Tao rolled down the window, revealing pointed ears and Batman's half-covered mask: "Are you serious?" ”

The gangster who wanted to extort some money looked like he had seen Batman, and he let out a girly scream, then turned around and ran.

Damn, seeing a live Batman at night was really scared to death.

And on the other side, the killer crocodile has gone completely crazy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Before he had taken two steps, his feet felt tight, and he stepped into a trap that had been prepared.

Dozens of lassoes bounced up from the dirt on the ground and climbed all over his body at dizzying speed, tying him up into a rice dumpling.

Once again, he was stunned and planted in the trap, and the killer crocodile was even more angry.

But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and he couldn't break free at all, so he could only crawl on the ground sadly.

"So successful? It's that simple to succeed? ”

The Death Shooter emerged from his hiding place and looked at the man dressed in yellow and blue like a superhero with disgust.

"That's enough, stop chattering, Captain Javelin. You should really thank our employer for taking the initiative to take on the task of attracting enemies, so that you can get this guy to get to this point.

He said sarcastically:

"I think this task is more suitable for you."

"I made $2 million in one go! It's that simple! ”

But it was clear that the javelin captain, who seemed a little excited, had not listened to the death shooter at all.

"Hey, hey! I've got $2 million, hey, hey! ”

He was so excited that he couldn't speak incoherently.

"I don't plan to take the follow-up task again, and when this mission is over, I will wash my hands and go back to my hometown to get married."

He said almost reverently:

"It was the best day of my life!"

“……”

Speechless, the Death Shooter ignored the idiot who had come to be the backdrop, and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him, "Send a message to the slipknot and the tattoo people and let them come." ”

Cheshire Cat nodded, she didn't have to make a move to get the money, and she was in a good mood.

"Ahem, it went unusually well, but now that the target has been captured, then ......" the Death Shooter turned to the ventriloquist who was lying next to him panting:

"Dear employer, I'm curious that you haven't allowed us to kill the killer crocodile before, saying that you want him to work for you-"

He pointed to the furious Killer Crocodile, "Now, are you still going to do this?" ”

"Of course,"

Arnold cowered, unable to speak, and the baby bat toy in his hand replied, "I have a ...... to do"

"No, but, forgive, forgive!"

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted, and the killer crocodile writhed with his face to the ground, letting out a deafening roar.

The death shooter calmly put down the hand covering his ears:

"Okay, but actually, I think you're probably at odds with this beast by now—it's almost impossible to calm him down, let alone get him to work for you!"