Chapter 245: The War is Over

PS: Chapter 2 will be later.

Boom!

The burly killer croc stood in the center, blocking the path to Ma Ma Zhaodi completely. He threw a punch at the firefly flying toward him, but only punched through the ceiling. The terrifying force made the surrounding air vibrate, beginning to hum.

"I said, stop!"

The firefly immediately raised his flamethrower, aiming it at the crocodile man blocking the way.

"Stupid beast, don't block me!"

At the same time, a cold current carrying lethal low temperatures suddenly shot out from the side. The firefly, whose attention was drawn to the crocodile man, failed to react in time. By the moment he flashed sideways to dodge, the freezing gun's low-temperature beam had already swept over his body.

"Crack crack crack—"

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal hitting the ground rang out. The firefly's sideways flight saved him from being completely frozen, but half his body still creaked from the freezing—this flight suit was entirely self-made by him, so naturally it did not possess superior protective performance. It might withstand the high heat of a normal fire and general knife and gun damage, but Mr. Freeze's freezing could approach or even reach absolute zero. Such a degree of low temperature was enough to make the armor lose the ability to continue flying.

At this very moment, the firefly, with half his body completely frozen, lay on the ground unable to move. Zsasz, who had rushed up right behind him, immediately stood dumbfounded. Holding his small dagger in his hand, looking at the crocodile man's solid scaly skin, he couldn't help but swallow.

Will using a dagger to fight the crocodile man win?

This is a question worth thinking about. Fortunately, this question did not trouble him for long.

Deadshot on the side drew his pistol and instantly fired two bullets at Zsasz's legs. Due to the speed of the firing being too fast, the two gunshots almost merged into one sound.

Bang!

The metal bullet heads precisely pierced through Zsasz's legs and broke his tibias, so he immediately fell to the ground wailing, unable to stand up again.

"I heard he always thought a knife was more reliable than a gun." Deadshot blew the smoke from the muzzle: "I wonder if he has changed One's Own Thoughts today."

As for the Riddler, he had been pinned down by Batman, who had regained his ability to think, next to the Joker, and beside him was the Joker, tightly bound by Poison Ivy.

"It is already over, Nygma." Batman said: "You have no cards left to play."

The basic rule of fighting is to attack with numbers against fewer. At this very moment, the few who initiated the attack had already been easily controlled by the other dozen or so super-villains. This war ended so perfunctorily and easily that everyone felt somewhat unreal.

"It's not over yet." Catwoman asked: "The Riddler still has a large group of thugs under him. If they discover the boss has been captured, Gotham will see dozens or even hundreds of gangs of all sizes emerge overnight, and then street brawls will begin."

"They won't. The Riddler will help us gather them together, and then sweep them all up in one net."

Hearing Batman's answer, everyone present looked at the Riddler on the ground, who was still cursing wildly.

"Damn bastard! You damn thing, don't let me see you again next time, otherwise I will flay you a thousand cuts. I will find all your friends and lovers, and then—"

"I think," Ma Ma Zhaodi hesitated while scratching his head: "he seems a bit angry right now, and might not be willing to help us."

"Nygma doesn't need to worry about that."

After saying this, Batman struck the Riddler with a knife-hand, knocking him unconscious directly.

"We just need a Riddler to command those gunmen. As for whether this person is actually Nygma, that is not important—after all, those gunmen will be swept up in one net within twelve hours."

"You want to find someone to impersonate him?"

"Just find someone who knows the Riddler well enough, someone who can adapt."

Batman said this, his gaze looking at Ma Ma Zhaodi again.

"... Why are you looking at me? If you want me to do something, you have to pay."

"No problem." Batman replied: "Solving the problem is the most important."

Half an hour later, the Riddler, wearing a green suit and holding a cane, led a group of super-villains flying out of the building. Besides them, the ones he brought out tightly bound were the Joker, the perverted Batcycle Man in a black robe, and the Firefly and Zsasz, as well as Batman, Catwoman, and Kite Man.

"These four are traitors." The Riddler said to the others: "And Batman and those three were also captured together. By tomorrow, I will personally execute those four. And today, Gotham has become ours!"

As soon as he finished this brief speech, the surrounding thugs, who had been impatient, immediately cheered and celebrated wildly.

"Riddler!"

"Riddler!"

"Riddler!"

In this fanatical atmosphere, the Riddler walked calmly into the crowd and left the building under the escort of the people.

"Oh, right, there is one more thing." He said: "Tonight, I will give a speech at the Grand Theater. Everyone must be present—those who cannot make it will be considered traitors."

"No problem, Riddler." His right-hand man beside him solemnly made a promise to him: "Tonight, everyone will be present!"

The Riddler smiled.

That night, Poison Ivy also went to the theater together. The Riddler's speech lasted about half an hour. Half an hour later, all the gunmen present collapsed on the ground, falling into a hallucinatory state.

One can only say that in such a closed space, Poison Ivy's plants indeed played an extremely strong role.

"Police, come out to mop up the floor!"

With a loud shout from the Riddler on stage, hundreds of Gotham police officers wearing gas masks and police uniforms entered the theater one after another, putting handcuffs on all the gunmen and confiscating all their weapons.

The next day, the sun in Gotham City rose as usual, but the familiar dark clouds once again shrouded the sky. It seemed this city had grown tired of the changes in the wind and clouds during this period, so it returned to its original form.

"Through the efforts of the Gotham City Police Department, and with the help of Batman and Kite Man, the Riddler and the Joker have been completely captured. The thousands of hired terrorists under them have also been completely arrested. Currently, this batch of criminals has been distributed by the Gotham City Police Department to police stations in various cities to relieve prison pressure."

"I have to admit, I previously misjudged the Gotham City Police Department. They are well-trained, tough, and brave. Even after experiencing events like bomb attacks, they were still able to turn the tide from the hands of the Joker and the Riddler. This time, the government should issue a bonus for Commissioner Gordon and other officers."

"Frank, do you still think Batman is completely useless?"

"Bill, I do not deny that he indeed did some things, but after all, he is still a masked lawbreaker. Moreover, the post-incident repair and restoration work is the most important, and he has no effect on that. Instead, Mr. Bruce Wayne was willing to donate the five hundred million yuan recovered by the police for the reconstruction work of Gotham City—this is what is called genuine help."

"Frank, do you really not consider using your mouth to apply for a Guinness World Record? I have lived this long, and currently, I have not seen anything harder than it."

(End of Chapter)