Chapter 209: Two-Face's Superb Infiltration

PS: The next chapter will be posted later, sorry.

"Committing a crime itself is a fault of being a 'human'."

"Don't be too absurd." Harvey Dent interjected from the side: "We are the Riddler's minions, super-villains, and the Riddler has hundreds, or even thousands, of ordinary criminals under his command—clarify your position before you speak."

"Wrong is wrong." Ma Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes: "A normal person who commits a crime should have the self-awareness of being a villain—does denying this turn a criminal into a good person?"

"My greatest strength is being good at slacking off; in other words, it's called having the courage to admit. As long as I admit my problems, I have a reason to slack off."

Speaking of which, he took three chestnuts out of his black robe and held them out: "Take chestnuts as an example. For a long time, I was troubled by two things. The first is laziness. My mom always said my room looked like a pigsty and that my schedule was also a bit like a pig's. To be honest, I also felt my late-to-bed, late-to-rise lifestyle wasn't very healthy, and my room was indeed a bit messy."

"The second is being short. I've been short since childhood, like a winter melon. Every time I played with the neighbor's kids or went to school, a few older kids would call me 'shorty winter melon.' As they kept calling me that, other kids started calling me that too. Later, I grew a bit bigger, but I was still short. Because of this, I even lost a girlfriend."

"My mom bought me lots of milk, and I drank it heavily from childhood to adulthood, but I still didn't grow taller—however, my mom never once nagged me about my height problem."

Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "From a certain day on, I had to live alone, so I started trying to sleep early and wake up early, and I also started cleaning my room myself, so the first trouble disappeared."

Killer Croc tossed the chestnuts directly into his mouth; although he could taste them, peeling them was simply too troublesome.

"And then?"

"And then I stopped worrying."

Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "I was born this way; being short isn't my fault. Since doing anything is useless, I don't need to do anything, even if I lost a girlfriend because of it. After all, she didn't like short people, and I'm not tall either; we were never meant to be together."

He patted Killer Croc: "We have both made peace with ourselves, haven't we? Only by facing oneself can one know how to become better. Some things we cannot change, but fortunately, they don't kill us; although we might be a bit disdainful, at least we can muddle through."

"But you aren't short now."

"I later underwent physical enhancement and a second development of my body. In short, that's not the point—the point is, I have made peace with my height. Your problem might be more deadly, but at least you survived in Gotham City. I think that counts as you making peace with this city."

"I don't really like this kind of peace." Killer Croc sighed: "If it weren't for my friends in the sewers, I wouldn't accept this dark and gloomy life."

"Friends?"

"The city's castaways—the poor, the sick, scavengers, street urchins, or criminals unwilling to join gangs."

Two-Face summarized lightly: "Back in Falcone's time, this city was full of unlucky souls who were either not very obedient or had little value, so they were simply treated as trash and swept into the city's sewers. Later, a monster with a crocodile face appeared in the trash heap. The street gangs above ground never dreamed that a trash heap with a king would be so troublesome."

"King?"

"They revered him as king and established an underground kingdom."

"Uh, you aren't telling some story from the Bible or something, are you?"

"I'm afraid we don't have time to tell any stories."

Two-Face drew the pistol from his waist, gazing at the cluster of high-rises before them: "Falcone's family snipers, controlled by the Joker, are up there. Several people are monitoring from every direction, and they can form an extremely strong crossfire. The one hiding in the tallest building is the Ventriloquist, who is also our target this time."

"Alright." Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "So how do we fight our way in?"

"Why fight our way in?"

Harvey looked at Ma Ma Zhaodi with the eyes one would use for an idiot: "We just walk right in."

"?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi scratched his head and looked at Harvey, but Killer Croc didn't seem surprised; he also patted Ma Ma Zhaodi on the back: "If you want to ensure safety, you can wait outside."

That slap nearly sent Ma Ma Zhaodi flying. He bared his teeth and replied: "If I do something wrong, the Riddler might just want to hit me; if I do nothing, the Riddler might use this opportunity to shoot me dead—or even more ruthlessly."

"Aren't you an orphan? How could he be more ruthless? Torture you?"

"No, he'd deduct my wages."

"That's very realistic."

Harvey and Killer Croc truly walked openly through the street behind the building and entered the building, while Ma Ma Zhaodi followed closely behind. It wasn't until Killer Croc grabbed two people and sprinted up the stairs that he subconsciously asked a question.

"How did you do it? Did you take out all those snipers?"

"There are a few snipers setting up guns in every direction, which means you only need to bribe the snipers in one direction to infiltrate the building, and the Riddler happens to not be short of money right now."

"... I originally thought you would use your intelligence, or use Killer Croc's super strength and super defense."

"You want me to face a bunch of sniper rifles and climb the building's outer wall to the roof? No way, impossible." Ventriloquist shook his head: "The feeling of being swept by bullets is not pleasant; let's just take the stairs."

"When you have money, spending money to solve problems is called intelligence; when you don't have enough money, a clever plan is called intelligence." Harvey answered calmly: "Intelligence means leveraging your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses, not blindly gambling. Now, let's talk about how to leverage our strengths and avoid our weaknesses."

"The target this time is the Ventriloquist, which you all know. So in a moment, Ventriloquist will provide cover, I will conduct the negotiation and attract attention. Perverted Bicycle Hero, we all know about your alleyway battle back then; you are a marksman who never misses at medium range. In a moment, you will be responsible for taking down Scarface. Do you know what Scarface is?"

"Not really." Ma Ma Zhaodi answered honestly; he wasn't lying. For characters who didn't appear in American comic movies, he was basically in the dark.

"It's the wooden puppet in his hand, named Woody. If you look closely, you can see a scar on the wooden puppet's face, which is why it's called Scarface."

(End of this chapter)