indianbanksassociation Chapter 22 The Monster in the Sewers
Chapter 22 The Monster in the Sewers
Chapter 22 The Monster in the Sewers
Tick tock!
Gotham City's sewers are dark, gloomy, and teeming with all sorts of unknown monsters.
Killer Croc himself was once one of them.
But he's not like that anymore. He's now a man with 200 million yuan, although all of it is dirty money. It's neither taxed nor legal income, so he can't spend a single penny of it openly.
But now that he has money, with money... there is hope.
The killer crocodile opened its eyes.
His nictitating membrane twitched for a fleeting moment, causing ripples to spread across the water's surface in the dim light of the handheld lamp.
"That big guy is coming again." He said to the ventriloquist beside him, "I mean, the 'big' guy. I never thought I'd call someone that. I thought I was the most famous big oaf in Gotham."
Despite saying that, Wellen actually felt he had become much smarter.
He has accepted that he is not very bright, but he has not always been like this.
During his adolescence, his IQ was no different from that of an average person.
But since he grew into adulthood and became a complete reptilian beast, he found that the further away he was from people, the more his bestial nature grew, and the more severe his animalistic appearance became.
Having spent the last few days with other humans, his animalistic instincts quickly subsided, making his mind much clearer.
"Focus on your work, Wellen." The ventriloquist sat in the corridor next to the sewers. This old-fashioned Gotham underground drainage system always had corridors for workers to walk through.
The baby bat in his hand replied, "Don't worry, you may not be the most famous big oaf, but you're definitely the richest big oaf right now."
He said, "You've already seen those two vans full of money in the Swiss bank's vault, haven't you? If you want your employer to launder your money until you can spend it, you'd better hurry. Anyway, this isn't the first time you've done this."
"I know even if you don't tell me."
The humanoid crocodile swung its tail, straightened up from the underground river, and then lifted a small cart from beside the ventriloquist.
A whole roasted cow, golden and crispy, was placed inside. It should have been in Gotham's top seven-star restaurant, ruined by a group of seemingly elegant but fat-headed idiots, instead of appearing in this filthy place.
Killer Crocodile sighed.
Roasted whole pig, roasted whole cow, the fragrant smell from the sewers—it all felt so familiar. It was all the same old trick, but now I was the one doing it. It was strangely ironic.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Roar—woo—
Like the sound of an extremely heavy iron ball striking the ground, this sound echoed through the empty underground water pipes, accompanied by a hoarse and gloomy voice, composing a bizarre duet.
Listen carefully—the voice is saying:
"Solomon Grandi—born on a Monday!"
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Robin Tim Drake III sat on the edge of the building, observing the apartment building in the distance through binoculars.
Batman and Harley Quinn are inside.
If it were the old Batman, Tim wouldn't have been worried at all, because he knew how powerful Batman was—but things are different now.
Can Bruce Wayne really handle a dangerous criminal like Harley Quinn?
Tim carefully used his grappling hook to glide across the entire street, landing silently on a rooftop, and then vaulted into the corridor window.
As darkness fell, the voice-controlled stairwell was plunged into complete darkness.
A sliver of light shone through the half-open door, like the gaping maw of a giant beast.
Tim quietly hid in the shadows behind the door, and then heard Harley Quinn say:
"Fuck, bat, you *****"
"******!"
!!!
With a loud bang, Tim kicked the door open!
"Batman, what are you doing—"
Then he saw Batman holding a skull in one hand and fiddling with a piece of bone in the other, seemingly trying to stuff the scattered bone fragments back into the mouth of a giant carnivorous plant.
"Ugh! Are you making me eat my vomit again???"
Frank the man-eating flower struggled loudly, but he was no match for Batman. Chen Tao pulled out a lighter and showed it to him, and he immediately became obedient.
"Aha!"
Seeing Robin enter, Harley immediately jumped down from the windowsill, striking a pose like a haughty inspector: "Private Robin, step forward and stand at attention!"
Tim turned to look at Batman, giving him a "what the heck is this?" look.
Chen Tao explained:
"Harley didn't kill these people."
Harley cooperated perfectly by going crazy in sync with the others.
"Waaaaah, Mr. Skeleton, waaaaah, Mr. Skeleton! You died such a terrible death!"
"You went from a living person to a corpse, it's absolutely not your fault, rest in peace..."
"Um... this is just Harley's version of the Great Compassion Mantra or Requiem," Chen Tao added.
"Hmph hmph hmph~"
A few minutes later, Harley Quinn stood in front of the Batmobile parked at the entrance of the alley.
She leaned her butt against the hood of the car and then, as if boneless, slid into the passenger seat of the Batmobile.
"So, what's next, you energetic duo?"
The third Robin stood sulking to the side. His seat was supposed to be the passenger seat in the Batmobile!
"Nobody knows Poison Ivy as well as I do. I'll find her for you now, but you have to let me talk to her before you rush in."
"Then, after this is all over, you guys have to put in a good word for me, tell those guys on the parole board what an honest and kind citizen I am, and so on."
The request seemed perfectly reasonable and would have been a simple task for Batman.
It seems that as long as Harley Quinn's conditions are agreed upon, she can immediately help them find Poison Ivy, defeat the Botanist, and solve all their problems.
But Batman wouldn't do that.
This is Harley's test, a test to see if he is the real Batman.
Once Chen Tao nodded, it became a situation where he, Batman, was begging Harley for help, and the initiative immediately shifted into Harley's hands. Even though she hadn't been a psychiatrist for many years, Harley Quinn still instinctively used techniques to influence their master-servant relationship through language.
Therefore, Chen Tao said:
"No."
"What's going on? I mean...? You don't want to...? You don't need to..."
Harley Quinn was still trying, and Chen Tao just watched quietly as she pretended to be incredibly incredulous.
None of these conditions matter; what matters is Ivy.
Chen Tao has always been good at grasping the key points, and now he needs to thwart Harley Quinn's delusion of seizing the initiative as much as possible.
"I don't want to make deals with mentally ill people."
"Ughhhh, he's an antisocial person!" Harley scratched her head in frustration.
"So-ci-o-path!" (Sociologist)
"Oh my god, why does everyone get my identity wrong?!"
She crossed her arms and jumped off the Batmobile.
"If you don't agree to my terms, why should I help you?"
(End of this chapter)