The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The Penguin who was guarding the door of the hospital spent almost ten minutes thinking about this truth - if Bruce Wayne dies, he will become a people's revolutionary.

Cobot has never been a coward. He was not afraid when he was ostracized in the Cobot family. He was not afraid when he was forced to kill the first person by gangsters. He was not afraid when the umbrella boy stole the belongings of the gang boss. , he is not afraid even when fighting to the death with other gang bosses.

But this time, he was really afraid.

Cobot can be considered a person who grew up during the Cold War. At that time, the information blockade was not as severe as it is now, and both sides were even showing their own people how powerful the other side was. Therefore, it was easier for people of that era to see clearly the various aspects of the world. the nature of the system.

Cobot had never longed for the system of that powerful red country, because he knew it was too ideal and too far away from him, but this did not mean that he thought the system of the winner of the Cold War was so perfect.

Cobot, who climbed up from the bottom, knows better that class is the foundation of the United States, so they are the country that will have a cold war with the red bear. After all, the ultimate goal of the opponent is to eliminate class.

Nothing should be prioritized higher than class. This is the dead line for the upper class in the United States. Above the dead line, you can use various methods to get what you want, and even jump several levels to completely complete the class. jump.

Even if the means are not so glorious, as long as you cross the class, there is enough room for you to put on a gorgeous coat, because there is a natural chasm between classes, and they do not listen to or see each other.

But the premise is that you cross the class, not that you lead others to overthrow the class. If you want to do this and put it into practice, we can only send you to see the Soviet Union.

This is exactly what the Penguin is doing now. Although no one thinks that he really wants to overthrow the class, the methods he uses are undoubtedly challenging the bottom line.

We are indeed staring at Wayne, and a large number of people also want him to die, but the process is definitely not to let him become an evil capitalist and then accept the judgment of the people.

No one is qualified to judge us. Everyone under the self must know and remember this. It is best to engrave it in the genes. Whenever you hear similar words, your two will fight and you can't help yourself.

Don't have any hope, don't make any openings, because they know better than anyone else how a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The Penguin is like using a chisel to cut a small crack in the solid class barrier that the upper class has spent generations building. Although the impact on the wall is minimal, once the light inside the wall shines through, it is in compliance with the old saying. , I can get used to the darkness because I have never seen the light.

Bruce Wayne is dead, but he died in compliance with the will of the people and accepted the people's trial. Then he cannot die, he must live well, and the more comfortable and carefree he can live, the better.

And those who want him dead must die.

Oswald Cobblepot, I'm James Gordon.

Gordon showed his ID in front of Oswald with a straight face and said: You have been charged with 116 crimes including paying a murderer, paying huge bribes, and engaging in illegal industrial operations. Now I am ordered to arrest you and follow us. Let’s take a walk.”

Cobot's mouth opened wide. He stared at Gordon and said, No, no, you can't catch me. You have no right to do this. I'm the mayor of Gotham City!

During the emergency session of the State Assembly just now, your executive power was temporarily stripped away, the immunity attached to executive power disappeared, and you were arrested.

I am going to call the party leader and we are going to discuss internal party affairs. Please stay away...

You don't have to do this because the evidence of your bribery and bribery was provided to me by the Democratic Whip on the New Jersey Elections Committee. Stretch out your hands.

The Penguin almost broke his teeth, and he knew that the Batman he knew was not so easy to deal with, and he hit the Penguin's Achilles' heel.

The Penguin is a businessman. He has indeed assassinated many political opponents by illegal means, but it cannot be said that it was without the approval of interest groups within the party. In some cases, he acted as a black glove.

But if he uses violent means to resist now, then he will never get even half a step closer to the political arena and go back to being his gang boss. And the social status above ten thousand people he wants most can only be achieved through a political career. The best among them can be given to him.

Therefore, he can only surrender and hope that the subsequent political game will allow him to escape legal sanctions.

The brilliance of Batman is that the Penguin is not facing a dead end now. On the contrary, this time he has indeed won the support of public opinion, and his reputation has been rising.

The Donkey Party would not want to use this reputation to help them gain an advantage in state and even presidential elections. The Penguin is still valuable enough for them to spend resources on gaming.

Politicians can be said to be the only variable in the upper class, because they dare to challenge all bottom lines for votes.

Violent resistance leads to a dead end, but there is only one chance of survival if you are helpless, and the ambitious Cobot will always choose to take a gamble.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and when he opened his eyes and looked at Gordon, he said to him: I hope I die in prison. If not, these two cities will not be my end.

Gordon stepped forward and put handcuffs on Penguin, looked him in the eyes and said, I don't want to arrest you. Do you know why? Because the people who asked me to arrest you thought they were doing you a favor by letting you face jail time. The biggest threat.”

Is not it?

Gordon lifted his lips into a sharp sneer, and several people remembered that they had not seen a similar expression on the sergeant's face for decades.

The handcuffs clicked, and two strong police officers restrained Penguin's arms on the left and right. Gordon approached him and whispered: A madman just called the police station. Guess what he said? ?”

Penguin was led away by the police in confusion until he was escorted into the police car of the police station. A frightening speculation gradually formed in his mind.

No, this is not Batman's real killing move... His killing move is the Joker!!!!

Penguin suddenly let out a scream, startling the two police officers who were escorting him and the driver in front of him. They watched helplessly as the fat mayor writhed in the back seat like a living maggot. He stood up and shouted loudly.

Let me go! Let me go quickly! I can't go to the police station, the clown will kill me, he will kill me!!!

At that moment, Penguin understood what was waiting for him, because the most terrifying thing about the whole thing was that he became the mastermind behind this series of events.

And this series of events happened to include Anderkin's death.

But it wasn't his masterpiece at all, it was the Joker's, and he didn't even plagiarize the Joker's idea, but directly took the first half of his artwork as his own.

What's even more frightening is that, in the Joker's opinion, the Penguin involuntarily took away the sculpture that he had carefully carved with a perfect foundation, and then carved it into a piece of shit in a very classic way.

Yes, it is a classic. For the sake of vulgar power, for the stinking money, and for the damn boring murder, the Penguin wants to kill Batman for these things.

If Penguin comes up with a plan to murder Batman for such boring things, then the Joker won't even look at it. How much energy can a piece of shit on the road take away from the artistic creator?

But you can't just grab the sketch that the artist sketching on the street made for a long time, and then take it home and use it as toilet paper to wipe your butt.

From the Joker's perspective, that's what the Penguin is doing.

The Joker couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so angry. The last time was after he realized that someone might have interfered with his memory.

The clown's revenge came faster than expected. Before the Penguin finished his third scream, he suddenly stopped the car like a rooster with its neck strangled.

boom! ! ! ! !

The two cars driving directly in front and to the left of the escort vehicle exploded violently. It was not difficult to see that bombs were installed on their fuel tanks, and the car bodies were instantly torn apart, like small and simple versions of cloud bombs.

The car directly in front was very close to the escort car where Penguin was sitting, and a piece of flaming explosion debris flew past his scalp. At this moment, he understood that the clown didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and he was not qualified to be a clown. of art, the Joker just wants him dead.

After thinking about this, Penguin immediately realized that this was just an appetizer. The police officers sitting directly in front and to the right of him had their entire heads chopped off, while the one on the left was completely stunned.

The driver suddenly turned the steering wheel and hit the emergency brake before the explosion. The car swayed, and the only two people left alive in the car suffered severe head injuries. The Penguin roared and asked the police to open his handcuffs. The police were completely frightened. , could only take out the key shivering.

After untying the handcuffs, Penguin rolled out as fast as he could. He took out his cell phone and wanted to call someone to pick him up, but in the corner of his vision, he saw a man with a crazy expression driving a car straight towards him. Rushed over here.

That's not the clown, but it must be his bewitched puppet, here just to cause indiscriminate murders.

Sure enough, the heavy pickup truck rushed into the crowd of bomb survivors, knocking over five or six people in the blink of an eye, and even ran over the bodies of those who were killed.

Seeing the car driving towards him, Penguin rushed in one direction at a speed he had never seen before.

The opposite lane was also affected by the explosion. As soon as Penguin climbed over the guardrail in the center of the lane, he saw a cash transport truck blocked not far from the opposite side. The escorts all looked around nervously with guns in hand. They thought this was an explosion. The explosion was aimed at them.

Penguin immediately remembered his advantage. He was now the mayor and a popular figure in public opinion, so he immediately rushed towards the escort vehicle and kept waving to them.

I'm the mayor, don't shoot, I'm the mayor, I'm in trouble, protect me, prepare to protect me!!!

The escorts were stunned when they saw Penguin's face. They remembered that the just mayor had just attacked the evil force Bruce Wayne, so no one shot for a while.

Finally rushing among the bodyguards with guns, Penguin breathed a sigh of relief and said: The explosion was directed at me. I hope you can send me to a safe place now.

The faces of several escorts immediately became serious. They immediately understood what the Penguin meant. Dealing with the Wayne Group was not that simple. He had just sanctioned Bruce Wayne, and now someone wanted his life.

The leading escort nodded to the Penguin and said, Don't worry, Mr. Mayor, where do you want us to send you? We will do our best to protect you.

Thank you, but the mayor's palace and the police station are not safe. I hope you can send me to No. 126 Modsan Street.

The Penguin was almost panicking to death, but he knew that in order to escape from the clown, he had to be calm and rational enough, so he said in a steady and powerful voice.

I have expected today for a long time. There is a safe house I prepared for myself. I hope you can send me there quietly, but please remember, don't reveal my whereabouts to anyone.

The escort got on the car without hesitation and asked Penguin to sit next to the banknote compartment at the rear. The car crashed through the guardrail and suddenly turned around. Other cars saw the black muzzles sticking out of the windows and voluntarily moved out of the way.

They drove as fast as possible to the Penguin's designated location, which was the end alley of the shanty town at the far end of the slum.

The Penguin, who just wanted to escape as quickly as possible, got out of the car as quickly as possible and rushed towards his safe home. He did not notice at all that the several escorts sitting in the car were looking at the extremely dilapidated environment and the Penguin. When he turned his back firmly, his face was truly moved.

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