Chapter 2041: A Night of Knightly Terror (20)

"A few weeks ago, under Batman's orders, I kidnapped Black Mask and obtained the evidence of the Penguin's frequent contact with the military for black gold transactions."

Schiller's sixth rule of fabrication: be shocking.

The Penguin stared at Peter with wide eyes, and Batman also cast a disapproving look at Peter.

Peter immediately adjusted his state, withstood the pressure, and continued to speak as smoothly as stating a fact.

"After I kidnapped Black Mask, I learned from his mouth that the Penguin had bribed the manager of a military supply warehouse in New Jersey and could buy a large number of military equipment at a lower price."

"But clearly, the military didn't know about this deal, and I obtained the contact information of the direct superior of this military supply warehouse manager from Black Mask."

The Penguin seemed to think of something, froze in place, and looked at Batman with some trembling.

"The Scarecrow's actions of burying fear toxin couldn't be hidden from Batman either; Batman let me find some of the locations where fear toxin was buried, but temporarily remained still, because he had a better way to solve this disaster."

The Scarecrow also opened his eyes wide, and then looked at Batman as if he had thought of something.

"Cat Getan was bombed by you?!!!"

"Gothamites were anesthetized by you?!!!"

The two asked in unison, in disbelief.

And Peter nodded.

"First, Batman opened all the permissions of the Bat-computer to me, allowing me to simultaneously use the Bat-system and the Oracle system to hack into almost all electronic equipment in Cat Getan."

"Afterward, Batman found Poison Ivy, who had been kidnapped by the Scarecrow, and handed her to me; under his instructions, I came to the weather control center of Wei En Tower with Poison Ivy."

"Poison Ivy input the specially formulated plant toxin into the hub of the weather control center, and I activated it; everyone in Cat Getan was anesthetized."

Peter looked at the Scarecrow and said: "Fear toxin must be used when people are conscious to stimulate the violent factors in their bodies, making them attack indiscriminately, thereby causing huge chaos."

"As long as everyone in Cat Getan is knocked out first, no matter how many fear toxin bombs you detonate, there won't be any reaction."

The Scarecrow was completely stunned in place, and then, as if suddenly awakened, he hammered the bars hard and screamed: "Do you want to hear what you are saying?!!!"

"In order not to let Gothamites inhale fear toxin and cause chaos, you used weather weapons to attack Cat Getan and knock everyone out?!!!"

He was shouting at Batman.

Logically speaking, Batman could clarify, but unfortunately, Batman had never been good at explaining; he was like this to members of the Bat-family, let alone to villains.

He continued to look at Peter with a disapproving gaze.

Schiller's seventh rule of fabrication: write your own story and let others scold.

So Peter continued: "But this was actually just the first step of Batman's plan; he knew I could do more than this."

The expressions of the others could also be summarized as—there's still a master?

"A small episode." Peter added as if he suddenly remembered: "When the disaster just broke out, Batman contacted the FBI and told them that in this city full of disasters, the terrorists who were wantonly spreading toxin were using military vehicles."

Peter walked to the table next to him, picked up the remote control, and pressed a button; a picture popped up on the screen, and the Penguin immediately recognized that it was a certain part of a military vehicle.

"The best candidate to check and balance the military is the FBI." Peter shrugged, walked to the door of the Penguin's cell, and knocked on the bars: "The FBI has already obtained the special identification of the military vehicles; who do you think the military will blame after Amanda Waller pokes this matter to Congress?"

The Penguin opened his mouth in horror; he looked like he couldn't get his breath, making a coughing sound from his mouth, then rushed to the bars, desperately reaching out to grab Peter.

Peter dodged nimbly, and the Penguin hammered the bars in grief and indignation, looking at the motionless Batman next to him and cursing.

"Batman, you broke the rules of the game; you can't harm me like this; I will be wanted by both the FBI and the military; I will be caught by them and sent to Florence Supermax Prison!"

"Don't you know how vicious that crazy woman Amanda Waller is?! My enemies won't let me go either! I will die in prison! Batman, how can you be so despicable?!!"

Batman wanted to say he didn't, but the contrast between the Penguin's pale face at this time and his proud expression at the mayor's banquet was too sharp, making Batman appreciate it for half a second longer, causing him to miss the best time to reply.

"Oh, I forgot." Peter continued: "Batman has long been dissatisfied with the military worms who trade with you; even letting the FBI find trouble with them in Congress can't vent his anger."

"So he contacted the military again and told them the news that the FBI had already obtained the evidence; guess what the military, who learned in advance that they would have trouble, will do?"

The Penguin was completely frozen.

"Yes, the missiles flew over, but Batman had long prepared an anti-missile system; saying it's an anti-missile system isn't accurate; he laid missile decoys around Wei En Manor, which had long been emptied."

The Penguin's fat face could already be called pale as paper; he retreated a few steps in panic, shaking his head and screaming: "You are crazy, Batman, you are crazy!!!"

"The US military openly bombed Bruce Wei En's home! Do you know this will provoke a world war?!!!"

Batman just wanted to open his mouth to make a sound, but no one had fought for the right to speak with him for too many years; his opening movement was too long, and he was successfully snatched by Peter.

"Of course it's not that serious; you know, Bruce Wei En is a businessman; perhaps he will choose to cooperate with the FBI and attack the military in Congress."

"Where do they use such high military spending every year? Buying equipment and then selling it to terrorists at a low price, buying a bunch of missiles to bomb the world's richest man."

"But perhaps Wei En can also choose to join forces with the military; where do the FBI use their large funds? Sitting idly by when the city encounters a disaster, forging evidence to frame colleagues and dispatching urgently."

"Despicable! Batman, you despicable villain!" The Penguin almost bit his teeth off; although he couldn't name Batman as Bruce Wei En, he still said in a rage: "Isn't it enough for Wei En Group to eat up all the white-path business?! You can't bypass me and cooperate with them!"

"This is my business! Batman! Mine!!!"

The Penguin's wide-eyed eyeballs burned red; he didn't dare to think about what a sunny and cheerful fat man he would be if he got such big handles on both sides at the same time.

Peter was still adding fuel to the fire.

"No no no, business doesn't talk about feelings, Mr. Penguin; Batman certainly anticipated that you would use various methods to destroy Wei En Group's next strategic action, so..."

Peter extended his hand and shook it in front of the Penguin, then pointed to his own chest.

The Penguin instantly looked like a chick whose neck had been pinched, and cold sweat soaked his back again.

"Wei En Group cannot touch black-path business; they are a serious enterprise, right, Mr. Oswald?"

The Penguin was stunned for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then tentatively looked at Batman; he didn't know if Peter's words were what he understood.

Now Batman had handles on both the FBI and the military; the Penguin could imagine that both sides would definitely try their best to win Batman's support.

Of course, everyone knew Batman was Bruce Wei En; in the scene of their conversation now, everyone defaulted to this point, including Batman.

The means of the military and the FBI to win over would definitely not be on the surface; everyone understands.

But Peter also said that Wei En Group could not touch black-path business, meaning they didn't intend to conduct black gold transactions themselves.

Then, as everyone knows, the most common means used by the shadow government that manipulates the United States is the left hand black glove, right hand white glove.

"No no no, it can't be..."

The Penguin looked at Batman in suspicion, not sure if he had just received Batman's recruitment invitation.

Did this idiot finally figure it out?

He finally got tired of playing in his baby amusement park and planned to take some measures that adults would take to save Cat Getan?

The Penguin instantly opened his Ren and Du meridians, entered professional mode, and began to observe the vow of silence.

He could afford to offend Batman, but he couldn't afford to offend the helmsman behind the United States.

Besides, the Penguin began to calculate in his heart, this is a huge business, so the question is, how much oil and water can he get by being the black glove of Wei En Group?

What? The two capsules in his lungs?

It's okay, if this matter can be done, you can stuff two catties in; if asked, it's the great Emperor Bruce Wei En returning to his loyal Cat Getan.

"What kind of riddles are you playing?" The Scarecrow said impatiently: "I just want to know what is going on!"

The Penguin immediately took a step to the side, looking at this chemistry professor who had no business sense at all with a disdainful gaze, drawing a line with him in attitude so as not to appear unprofessional.

"Oh, and you, Mr. Scarecrow, you don't think this Mr. Arkham Knight is sincerely helping you, do you?"

Peter looked at the Scarecrow and said: "Guess how Batman located your position in the first place and chased you relentlessly?"

The Scarecrow was stunned.

Then he turned his head and glared at Jason; he rushed to the side of the cage, hammered the side bars hard, and said: "You are in the same group as him! You damned..."

Before the Scarecrow could finish cursing that dirty word, Peter interrupted him and said: "Of course, he doesn't know either, because the positioning method Batman adopted is slightly novel."

Jason stared at Peter motionless.

Peter covered his mouth with his hand and coughed gently twice.

Jason heard a voice ring in his brain.

"Hello, human, I am the Klyntar Red Bee from Klyntar; you can call me a symbiote; I think you have already heard my voice, right?"

Jason hit the corner of the wall with a bang; he looked around in disbelief, not knowing what was talking to him.

Wait, does this voice sound a bit familiar?

Who was it that said "You didn't forget" to him before?

"Yes, I am a parasitic race, now in your body; I checked your memories, and it was also me who operated your communication equipment to call Batman after you fainted."

Jason was dumbfounded.

He trembled his lips and came back to his senses, his eyes falling on Batman, and after taking a deep breath, he roared with a hint of horror.

"Batman!!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2042 =====