Oswald Chesterfield Cobot is one of Gotham's most famous bosses, philanthropists, and, of course, the most insidious mob bosses.

He has his pride, his compulsion, and naturally his confidence.

Therefore, he sat there very calmly, and did not panic, even if his subordinates were in a mess, he just looked at the ceiling and said, "This distinguished guest seems to be a little undignified. ”

Karl, who was attached to the ceiling, breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, he couldn't get used to this way, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he unhooked the magnetic device and landed steadily on the ground.

"Mr. Copote is very polite." Carl sighed, "It's so much better than that rude Batman who seems to have no tutor." ”

"Of course, I am a civilized person, and I habitually solve problems with wisdom, not with fists, like him." As Copote sat down in his chair, his head slightly tilted to one side, his man immediately took out a cigar and lit a cigarette for him.

Carl thought the penguin man was full of force, and if you ignored his fierce eyes, his ugly pointed nose, and his diminutive figure that he wanted to shrink into a chair, he really looked like a godfather.

But it is precisely these that make him even more powerful than the former godfather of Gotham.

"You know, Mr. Copote, you remind me of Lord Falcone, but Lord Falcone would not be so rude." He took out a gun from his bosom and pointed it at the penguin: "Or do you need me to prove to you that I have the qualifications to sit here?" ”

"Bold!" The Penguin-Man's men pointed their guns at Carl's head, and Karl was like a hunter hunting in the dense woods, the Penguin-Man was his prey, and the sharp, fragile branches around him were the black muzzles of the guns around him.

"Big gall?" Carl was suddenly poked in the point of laughter, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What, doesn't Lord Cobot even have this bit of energy?" ”

Cobot didn't speak, just glanced at his men, and his men said loudly, "Put the gun down!" ”

The group of people around him reluctantly put down their weapons, and Carl also put away his gun, sat down in a soft chair that he had moved, and said, "Thank you." ”

The penguin man looked at him, his little eyes with an extremely cruel gaze, and said coldly, "Is there anything wrong with me?" ”

"I can't look for you if it's okay?" Carl didn't want to fall into his rhythm at all, sneered, and said: "One thing to say, I finally understand why everyone is locked up in Arkham, only you eat and drink spicy food in the iceberg restaurant, it turns out that you are so weak that even Batman doesn't bother to catch you." ”

Copote hates that people look down on him the most, but there are many people in this world who look down on him, and even after he replaced Falcone as the king of Gotham's underground, there are still people who look down on him.

The clown, the mad hatter, the scarecrow, even the fool in front of him dared to make such an assessment of him.

The penguin's face trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his hand, instantly clenching his five fingers into a fist.

At this moment, the gunners behind Carl all picked up their guns, pointed them at Carl, and shot him into a hornet's nest when the penguin man gave the order.

Copote felt that the mental state of the person in front of him was really not normal, listen to what kind of you are talking about, Gotham has villains with names and surnames except for me are all in Arkham?

Akamna is a mental hospital! Do you understand? What normal person would stay on top of someone's ceiling like you, and then spray people without saying a word!

"Hey, Mr. Copote, don't get excited, you shouldn't know how I got in, do you?" Carl laughed, because of the time, he didn't make a voice changer, and the words were his own words, but even he himself felt that his original magnetic classic bass sounded extremely disgusting when he spoke sassy words.

He said something disgusting to Copote in what should have sounded good: "Well, I came a little bit earlier than Mr. Copote, and I wasn't comfortable on the ceiling, so I moved a little, but unfortunately I accidentally dropped something in this room." ”

"Mr. Copote, can you help me find it, it's a special cigar I got from my good friend Mr. Clown."

When the penguin man heard this, his heartbeat slowed down, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and look at the madman in front of him.

A cigar for a clown? It's a bomb that can blow up a building, no one really thinks that a clown's cigar is used to smoke, right?

"Listen sir, I have no worries and grievances with you, there is nothing to talk about, there is no need to make such jokes." Colbert lowered his hand, but did not signal the gunman behind him to put the gun down, he looked calm, and said to Karl, "So this gentleman, what are you here for?" ”

Carl grinned as he looked at Copote, who had gone from mafia godfather to cunning penguin in an instant.

"Even now, when you are successful, you can put aside your face and dignity and expose your fear and vulnerability to the enemy so nakedly." Karl suddenly said: "You make me very scared, Mr. Copote, I have seen all kinds of villains, but this is the first time I have seen you kneel so quickly, even the vulture idiot only knelt down after I repaired it several times, you are a clear stream of villains, worthy of the penguin, the harmless appearance of humans and animals hides that terrible fangs." ”

"It's really hard for people like you not to have the idea of wanting to kill you, Mr. Copote, seeing you is like seeing a cold poisonous snake, even if it looks like it's playing dead, it's still afraid that it will suddenly jump out and bite itself."

"So, would you like to try it?" Carl's laughter, with a tempting condition, stirred the nerves of everyone present: "Try to bet that there are no bombs in my cigar?" ”

The penguin man stared at the man in front of him, and instead of speaking, he said, "Put the gun away and get out!" ”

"Yes, Boss!"

The gangsters in the room left, leaving only Oswald Cobott and Karl, and the penguin man exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Tell me, weirdo, what do you want?" ”

"Well, in order to let you know me a little, I'll just give you another nickname, how about calling me Se Fu?" Carl smiled and said, "After all, weirdos, a nickname like Mysterio sounds too rude. ”

Mysterio: Are you polite?

He looked at the dwarf underground king in front of him and said, "Promise me two things, and I'll let you go, well, how about it be a gift for you and me to become good friends?" ”