Chapter 211: Boss, the Perverted Bicycle Hero is Back Again

After the gunshot rang out, the entire hall instantly fell deathly silent.

Ma Ma Zhaodi blew the blue smoke from the muzzle, casually spun the gun in a flourish, and holstered it at his waist.

Two-Face stepped back a few paces, caught up with the coin rolling upright on the ground, picked it up, and regretfully shook it at the gunmen: "Sorry, the result is neither heads nor tails—I can't help it."

"No, no, no!"

Arnold wailed in despair as he lifted the wooden dummy that had been shot down from the ground. Now, Woody's head bore a bullet hole; he made no more sound, his eyes stopped rolling, and it seemed that after being shot through the forehead, he had truly reverted to being just an ordinary dummy.

"No! Woody, don't leave me!"

He hugged the puppet and sobbed uncontrollably, completely ignoring everyone else nearby, and even failing to issue a command for revenge. This was Arnold's own personality—cowardly and timid, even somewhat weak, capable of doing no evil on his own.

Only when holding the puppet Woody in his hand was he the complete super-villain, the Ventriloquist.

"I think you all might be seriously ill." Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed, slowly stepping back: "That thing isn't even good-looking; such a creepy puppet face makes me suffer from the amusement park effect."

"I guess you mean the Uncanny Valley effect," Killer Croc interjected. "You should read more books."

"More or less, anyway the meaning is the same, as long as you know—such a strange puppet, how did you ever think to make him your boss? It's not even alive; it's just another personality of the Ventriloquist or something."

"How dare you! How dare you insult Boss Woody!"

"Boss Woody will return! Kill these three bastards first and avenge him!"

"Wait, wait, if your boss is going to return, doesn't avenging him seem a bit strange?"

While Ma Ma Zhaodi was still speaking, his feet had already moved from the spot where he had just fired back to stand before Killer Croc, shoulder-to-shoulder with Two-Face.

"Don't talk to him about chivalry or justice, everyone charge together!"

Seeing everyone raise their submachine guns, Two-Face shouted: "Waylon!"

Killer Croc activated on command, his massive body surging forward, using his thick arms to shield Two-Face and Ma Ma Zhaodi. The next second, a dense storm of bullets completely engulfed him; metal bullets scraped sparks off the hard scales on his body surface, some bullets pierced his outer skin, only to be immediately jammed by his ultra-high-strength, tough muscles, penetrating merely one or two centimeters—and for Killer Croc's size, that depth was nothing more than a superficial wound.

Although the lethality was low, Killer Croc's blood still splattered in all directions with the rain of bullets; the pain coursing through his entire body made him very uncomfortable, so he charged forward at full speed, heading straight for Arnold who was kneeling and weeping.

"Wuwuwu"

"Oh God"

What the three did not know was that while they faced the hail of bullets, the Riddler on the other side smiled.

"Finally."

At this moment, sitting in the hall, listening to the voices of Ma Ma Zhaodi and the other two coming from his phone, he summarized to the other super-villains in the hall: "This time, I have won."

He looked quite confident, as if he had everything planned out.

Those super-villains listened calmly, seeming not to find the Riddler's eavesdropping strange; cooperation between super-villains was inherently full of scheming and infighting, so the Riddler's behavior was not unusual among villains—whoever had the ability would simply expose the listening device on their own body; this was the covert struggle between evildoers.

Scolding the Riddler for eavesdropping would only make oneself look stupid and incompetent; such a character would naturally become the cannon fodder universally recognized by others.

Clearly, today the Riddler had finally won once, and the Perverted Bicycle Hero would no longer have the chance to escape by selling out his teammates. Whether he successfully retreated or was directly shot dead there, Killer Croc and Two-Face were in the same predicament as him; Killer Croc's chances of survival were even greater than his.

Poison Ivy listened with interest, and incidentally counted the other super-villains in the room.

Clayface, Mr. Zsasz, Firefly, plus herself; unknowingly, the Riddler's core team had been reduced to this extent.

Of course, the situation for the Joker was even worse; Man-Bat, Mr. Freeze, Mad Hatter, Penguin, Solomon Grundy; he had only these five cards left in hand, while ordinary henchmen could basically be ignored.

Just then, the dense gunfire from the bug suddenly stopped, and Killer Croc's voice rang out again.

"If you pull the trigger one more time, I won't die, but your boss will definitely be shot into a sieve—everyone, put down your guns."

With the sound of firearms being placed on the ground one after another, Killer Croc sighed in relief: "Now, let us leave."

"No." A low, hoarse voice rang out: "You all will return to prison with me."

Hm?

Everyone's gaze suddenly focused on the Riddler's phone; everyone, of course, recognized that voice.

The Riddler's expression suddenly became somewhat distorted.

"Bat! Man!"

He ground these words out fiercely between his teeth, but a moment later, he took a deep breath and said coldly: "Since he has appeared there, then the Perverted Bicycle Hero probably won't be coming back—although it is a pity, this is a sacrifice that must be made."

However, with the crack-crack sound of bones breaking, Ma Ma Zhaodi's whispered words also entered the Riddler's ears from the walkie-talkie he carried close to his body.

"Waylon, I feel we can't escape today."

"Running together, we definitely won't escape," Waylon replied in a low voice. "But if someone covers the rear, there is still a chance."

"Waylon, I'll cover, you run."

"No, you are the messenger; I will cover, you run."

"But..."

"Waylon is not wrong," Two-Face interjected. "This is the best arrangement; only he has the ability to fight Batman head-on and still have a chance to escape; none of us do."

"..." The Riddler paused, then tried to make up for it again: "Waylon's move was very smart; at least we can have two people successfully escape back."

"Harvey, I won't let you run away again—this time I won't."

Vroom—

This was the sound of the Bat-grapple rope breaking the air, then catching the target, and then tightening with great force.

At this moment, Ma Ma Zhaodi's cry of alarm rang out again: "No! Harvey!"

"Go!"

With a roar from Killer Croc, another grapple sound rang out.

"Waylon!"

"I've caught the grapple! You go first!"

Then, it seemed someone smashed through a wall.

"No!"

"No!"

At this moment, the synchronization rate between the Riddler and Ma Ma Zhaodi reached one hundred percent.

Pain. Too much pain.

The Riddler sat back down in the chair, his face full of despair; everyone could see that he might be feeling slightly weary at this moment.

About twenty minutes later, a soldier of the Riddlers entered and delivered a message to him.

"Boss, the Perverted Bicycle Hero is back again."

(End of this chapter)