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【Transformed Crisis Energy: ∞】

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Chen Tao almost couldn't believe his eyes.

[Syncing: Laughing Bat!] 】

[Laughing Bat!] Guffaw! Guffaw! Mistake! Mistake! 】

[Activate emergency shielding!] Emergency Shielding! 】

After a dazzling series of silvery-white fonts flickering, the font on Chen's retina finally stabilized.

[Transformed Crisis Energy: 80]

[Your current Crisis Energy Unit: 164]

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【Broken Bat】

[Hazard Level: C]

[In a dark multiverse, at the end of the Knight's Fall event, Batman fails to defeat his disciple who has fallen into a villain, the Angel of Death, Jean Paul, and Batman's identity changes hands. Angel of Death changed his name to Saint Batman and unleashed a bloody reign of dictatorial terror against Gotham.

After Bruce Wayne was vivisected, he was forced to spend the next thirty years observing what the Angel of Death did to Gotham City.

After being rescued by Lady Siva and the Son of Bane, he was healed by a miniature bat robot made of nanotechnology and became a cyborg. However, 30 years of torture have completely collapsed the once righteous dark knight Batman. Embracing the darkness, the Broken Bat slays the Angel of Death and all allies who stand in his way, becoming the new ruler of Gotham. 】

[Does it consume 80 units of Crisis Energy Sync at once?] 】

Chen Tao touched his chin, his fingertips rubbing against the ass-like furrow on Batman's chin.

The previous Clown gave him 40 Crisis Energy, but consumed another 40 when syncing.

This time, too, gave him 80 crisis energy, and this new Batman given to him needed exactly 80. Unlike Bane before him, he was given 103 Crisis Energies, but only 59 were needed to synchronize with Bane Bats.

What's going on here?

Chen Tao thought for a while, and quickly skipped this question. The most important thing now is the Riddler's business.

……

……

……

And then...... Now is the time.

"You crossed that line. Batman. ”

The Riddler was dumbfounded.

On TV, the clown bolognese fell to the ground disgustingly.

He repeatedly confirmed the truth with his own eyes.

"God, you've crossed that line!"

The Riddler cried out with sorrow and joy:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I thought I would have to go to great lengths to force you to kill, and I wasn't even sure if I could do it - but in the end I suddenly realized that I didn't need to do anything!"

"You didn't want the clown to live, and when I was still wrestling with the routine, you would have smashed it to pieces like glass on the ground - you guy, you premeditated!

Oh, I love you to death, I love you to death! You aggressive, scheming murderer! ”

He laughed out loud, then took a sharp breath, snuffing out his own laughter as if he was about to die:

"Batman, trust me, it's about to start, I'm familiar with the feeling, and you'll soon attract some new admirers."

"No, I won't."

"Believe me, I thought so too. But that's not up to you. ”

The Riddler simply lowered his pistol: "I surrender." And they ......"

His gaze swept to the silent ventriloquist and the killer crocodile who was tying up the amygdala with a rope.

"I'm so stupid that I talk about breaking the mold, but I haven't even considered this possibility - almost all of the thugs I hired are internal ghosts!"

"The bottom line didn't exist a long time ago, and you already had these followers, didn't you?"

"It's an employee." Chen Tao corrected him: "I paid them." ”

"You- paid them? Hahaha, Batman, I'm sorry, even though I'm a Riddler, and haha laughter has never been a feature of Riddler, but I still think it's funny, haha, hahaha! ”

The Riddler chuckled in a pompous voice.

He patted his thigh and stretched out his hand to point at the killer crocodile: "Do you know how many employers are being eaten alive by Wellen Jones?" Those stupid people who are not strong enough, the shoddy, the unartistic, the uninspired criminal activities-

How many times has that beast eaten alive the fools who tried to manipulate him, he's a beast, Batman, do you really think that simple money can manipulate a beast? Do you know how many times he has bitten his employer to death? Do you want me to tell you how many times he has eaten two goods? ”

Chen Tao was convinced that the Riddler's "eat" was a pun, and he looked at the killer crocodile, who gave him a shy smile, pure and harmless, like a puppy trying to please his master, and after witnessing Batman's murder, he looked more deferential than before.

"Whew!"

Amygdala screamed and tried to resist, he was an intellectual mania, one of Arkham's villains, hired by the Riddler, appeared here in a daze, and-

The killer crocodile gnawed on the other party's shoulder, took a big bite, chewed it twice, and spat on the ground.

The amygdala fainted directly in pain.

"And the ventriloquist, do you think that for so many years, no fool in Gotham would think that he was not terrible at all, but just a schizophrenic with a doll?"

"It's blasphemous—"

"Oh God, that's not very polite, Nigma-"

The words that the ventriloquist had just wanted to say were swallowed back into his throat. He saw that the Riddler's eyes gleamed, as fierce and tyrannical as a colorful tiger.

He is a strong offender, there is no doubt about it. But confronting the Riddler head-on?

It's not enough.

"Shut up."

The voices of the baby bat and the ventriloquist were silent under the Riddler's gaze, and they kept looking at Chen Tao with their eyes, hoping that their master would stand up for them.

"And then, Arnold Wesk had never been a gangster before he entered Black Gate Prison.

But he learned all the survival skills of the gangsters without a teacher, and single-handedly became the biggest gang boss in Burnley in just three months.

What kind of good gentleman do you think is a person who can tear off his own piece of meat that has already been divided? Do you know how many mob bosses' corpses have been stepped on under Arnold Wesker's pink rabbit head slippers? He's a cold-blooded and cruel madman. ”

"No, I'm Batman's dog. Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! ”

The ventriloquist looked a little worried, and he learned to bark in the room as if no one was around, eagerly proving his loyalty to his master: "I have listened to Batman now, and I know that only Batman can ...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ”

"So do you understand, Batman?"

"There's no going back, what's the saying about that bad street?"