Chapter 2134: Battle of the Two Cities! (Part 12)

It should be said that the members of the Court of Owls were not that stupid. They were oligarchs who could be counted on in Cat Getan City. They had official identities, so they could naturally use many legitimate means to break their opponents.

But that was in the past. Now their official identities were facing greater challenges. Not to mention the disappearance of Bruce Wei En, where the hell did this Stark Group and Osborn Group come from?

The two Starks were busy fighting, and had no time to pay attention to them. Old Osborn was merciless and hit hard.

This old fox could actually be considered the previous generation of the Court of Owls members, a pure heaven-sent fierce man, a first-generation rich man, who realized at the moment of the Earth merger that the zero-sum game had started again.

The two cities merged, not the city he usually stayed in, just like a huge cake. While he was eating the cake, the other side was also eating the cake of his city.

Whoever eats faster, eats the opposite side first, can swing a powerful fist and turn around to give the other side a punch, letting them spit out what they ate.

Osborn opened his big mouth and just ate, ate, ate. Five minutes after the city merger was completed, all shareholders of Osborn Group had arrived. All that could be forcibly acquired were forcibly acquired. Those that couldn't be acquired were shorted first, and they used shady tricks and tripped each other one by one on the stock market.

For those that couldn't be handled, white gloves reported, black gloves kidnapped directors, and if it really didn't work, they rushed to the other side's door to grab the official seal, splashed feces at the school gate of the chairman's son, couldn't bully Stark, that super genius, couldn't bully you guys?

The Court of Owls' reaction was already half a beat slow. Old Osborn's heavy punch made them dazed for a while. The fangs just inserted into the chicken thigh, and were chased and bitten by Hydra for a butt full of hair.

The Court of Owls was so angry. Where are our law enforcement departments?! What are our law enforcement departments doing?!

Batman came and killed everyone. Check the status of Mayor Penguin. Gordon, Gordon, come and save us!

The Court of Owls looked carefully and found that the five kings on the opposite side had gathered to fight, their own jungler invaded the jungle and hadn't returned yet, the top lane was single-player, the mid lane was hanging up, the two in the bottom lane typed more than they farmed, originally thought they were the Summoner Crystal, now found they were the Dragon being surrounded and kicked.

But the Court of Owls could only pick the tall ones among the short ones, hurriedly contact Penguin, the Mayor go up to carry the pressure first, then find Sheriff James Gordon to cut the back row, and at the same time contact Wei En's butler Alfred, hurry up and find Bruce Wei En back to be a living target.

But facts proved that you should never have the illusion that you can still count on a teammate after they pit you once.

Penguin learned that Gordon's daughter was kidnapped and knew that this sheriff couldn't be counted on for the time being. And the disadvantage of Penguin, this supercriminal, was revealed at this time.

To some extent, Penguin was a normal person. Even in Cat Getan, which was relatively crazy, he was the relatively normal one, so he just wanted to make money, had no artistic pursuit, so he wasn't like other villains with a wide range of psychiatric ideas.

He always did things in the same old way: doing gang business to save money, saving enough money to bribe, and after getting a certain status, he started to assassinate political opponents. This was his three axes.

"Birthday Boy" was a killer cultivated by the Penguin of Earth-1, a strange big guy wearing a mask, who kidnapped and killed the relatives of several political figures under Penguin's instructions.

When he committed crimes, he would tie the victims in a house decorated for a birthday party, invite them to eat birthday cake, and then cruelly dismember them.

Penguin wanted to repeat the old trick and send Birthday Boy to assassinate Kingpin. Gordon at least told Penguin the information related to Kingpin in the gap of investigating Barbara's clues. Although Penguin knew Gordon wanted them to bite the dog, he had no other way.

Being in the underworld is bad for this point. A gang boss must never eat a loss. Once he loses his deterrent power, everything is over.

So even if the information was insufficient now, Penguin still had to go. This go resulted in an accident.

Birthday Boy was a serial killer with infinite strength, but Kingpin was even more heavy-duty. Not to mention the level of his personal action, just the Bullseye and Hobgoblin following him were not people ordinary people without superpowers could deal with.

Although these two were basically practice objects for Spider-Man's novice period, Spider-Man's novice period was also infinitely powerful and had Spider-Sense. Even if he fought back and forth with the novice Spider-Man, it wasn't that easy to deal with.

At first, Birthday Boy only found some cannon fodder and handled them without effort, but Penguin had insufficient information and could never find Kingpin's lair.

At this time, S. H. I. E. L. D., which continued to pay attention to Kingpin hiring superpowered criminals to commit crimes, found that Penguin was fighting Kingpin, and Natasha went directly to Penguin and gave him the location of Kingpin's palace.

This was directly putting Penguin on the shelf. You know the other party's lair, don't you have the guts to meet him?

Penguin let Birthday Boy go, and unsurprisingly, Birthday Boy didn't come back.

The matter progressed to this step, even if Penguin didn't want to fight Kingpin to the death, he had to. If he lost face in this matter, he would never want to gain a foothold in the future.

Later, Penguin sent many people, whether it was the killers he raised, gang thug squads, or even mercenary teams from Mexico, all folded in Kingpin's hands.

Penguin knew that he had to bleed a little to kill with one blow.

A hand covered with black gauntlets gripped the steering wheel, the other hand rested outside the window, and a pitch-black Aston Martin sped across the Brooklyn Bridge.

A Porsche behind honked at them. The driver, who was hugging a hot blonde, curled his lips, stuck his head out of the window, and whistled at the front.

"I bet the one in front is a coward, beauty. He doesn't even dare to drive to 120 mph, and painted such a beautiful car such an ugly color. Let me show him some power."

After speaking, he stepped on the gas pedal, drove side-by-side with the black Aston in front, and stuck out a middle finger from the car window.

The other side also slowly rolled down the car window. The Porsche owner looked over with interest, but a pitch-black gun barrel stretched out from the car window.

Bang!

The out-of-control Porsche spun on the highway, hitting several cars behind it like a bowling ball. The smoking gun barrel was retracted. The driver turned his head, revealing a black and red mask.

"You're a bit too irritable, cousin. Killing passersby like this will cause your popularity to drop. Popularity, do you understand?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Wade." A more hoarse and low voice came from the passenger seat.

A strong man wearing black and yellow armor fiddled with the trigger of his pistol, the gun barrel pointing straight at the driver's crotch.

Wade, who was called, stuck his back to the seat back with a "bang," straightened his neck to make a posture of serious driving, and at the same time clamped his legs, both legs trembling.

"You don't really want to shoot, do you? Old man, this is not very good. I still want to take you to find the most beautiful girl in Brooklyn."

"Finish this order and you go." The low voice and the click of the pistol hammer sounded together: "The other party offered a high price, I'll give you 30%."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who works for money?" Wade pressed the button on the car's audio system, a hot music played, and he shook his body with the music and said: "It's my honor to take my dear cousin to tour this great new city. Can it go up another 10% if I introduce a Russian hot girl to you?"

A bright dart rotated on the black and yellow gauntlet, and it had a tendency to slip out of his hand as it turned.

Wade swallowed and said: "Although she is a former Soviet female agent, that guy is hot to death. It's a pity she doesn't like my type. Maybe you can try. After all, she even likes Tony Stark. You wouldn't be worse than Stark, right?"

The dart got closer and closer. Wade dodged to the side desperately and said: "Alright, let's talk about business. Who hired you to do this order? I think we can share some industry information."

After speaking, he blocked his mouth with the back of one hand and said to the air in mid-air: "I didn't count on him agreeing. You all know my cousin is a dull gourd. By the way, tell you, his code name is Deathstroke, isn't it cool?"

Then he pulled his hood again, picked at the edge of the hood seam and said: "Such a good opportunity to increase popularity, I must grasp it well. Later I will go find Batman to take a photo, so maybe I can get on the cover. This will definitely become the best comic publication of the year."

"Oswald Cobblepot." Deathstroke actually blurted out his full name and said: "Mayor of Cat Getan City."

"Wow!" Wade let out an exclamation and said: "Shocking gossip. By the way, is it okay to say directly that the mayor buys murder in your place?"

"It's not much different from saying it directly."

"Too dark."

"Tell me who Kingpin is." Deathstroke looked at Wade and said: "Otherwise you will turn from Deadpool into a dead person."

"He told a cold joke again." Deadpool pouted at the air again: "But I'm used to it. For the sake of being able to rub popularity, I have to tell him, right? This big battle will definitely be wonderful, I have to steal the spotlight throughout."

"Kingpin lives in a palace." Deadpool shrugged and said: "You might find it strange, how can New York have a palace? Cat Getan might not have one either, but that's just what that fat guy calls it himself."

"I remember I never introduced the situation of my hometown to you, so I think you might have some misunderstanding, thinking that we just drove to the downstairs of the target person, waited for him to come out, and gave him a shot."

"Isn't it?"

"No, No, No!" Wade shook his index finger and pouted: "People in the industry know that in New York, finding and dealing with the target is not difficult. How to reach the location where he is is the most difficult."

"Then how are you going to find Kingpin's lair?"

"Anyone can find it." Wade took out his phone, opened Google Maps, flipped through it, showed it to Deathstroke and said: "Look, Google Maps has the palace. Just follow the navigation."

Deathstroke's fingers paused. His inner thoughts could be roughly summarized as: you still say we are too dark like this? Can the headquarters of a gang boss be included in Google Maps?

"I said it, finding his lair is not difficult. What's difficult is how we get there."

Deathstroke just wanted to speak.

Zzzzt—

A sudden brake, the sharp dart got stuck in the front panel, and almost cut Deathstroke's glove. He glared at Wade, but the next second, he saw a demon more than ten meters high appear in front of the car.

Then a group of mages rushed out from both sides of the road, waving red silk ribbons and golden light circles, roaring and rushing toward the demon.

Wade pulled Deathstroke out of the car and said: "What are you stunned for! Run!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2135 =====