Chapter 2154: Battle of the Two Cities! (Part 32)

BANG!!!

A tall figure stared at his own shadow on the wall in front, his gaze slowly moving downward. Collapsed in the corner was the suited Penguin, who was also the mayor who had been riding high recently.

Emperor Penguin tilted his head and reached out to pull his tie. The door was pushed open with a "bang," and another Emperor Penguin rushed in in a panic, but was pinned to his waist by a gun in the next second.

He raised his hands and followed the movements of the person behind him, walking slowly to the corner and squatting down. The bodyguard in a black suit walked in, and the Penguin's figure finally appeared.

He walked into the mayor's office leisurely, looking at the luxurious furnishings here with an appreciative gaze, and finally his gaze fell on the knocked-out Mayor Penguin.

"You really made me search for a long time." The big mouth under the hooked nose parted, revealing a row of neat teeth, but his eyes were full of contempt. He gave Emperor Penguin a look. Emperor Penguin made a gesture, and the gangster in a black suit walked up, swung his arm, and slapped Mayor Penguin twice.

Mayor Penguin had been unconscious for a long time. After waking up in a daze, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. Seeing another person who was almost the same as him standing in front of him with a ferocious smile, he thought he was in a dream.

"You obtained something that doesn't belong to you." The Penguin from the main universe sighed and said: "You neither have the qualifications to obtain it nor the ability to guard it. Since it's a complete waste in your hands, it's better to give it to someone who knows how to utilize it better."

"You..." Mayor Penguin looked ferocious. He shouted loudly: "What right do you have to say..."

Emperor Penguin kicked his calf, and he let out an "ouch" in pain, his lips twitching as he hugged his leg.

"Don't worry." The Penguin revealed a smile and said: "You will soon see that the opponent I am facing is also so powerful that you cannot deal with it. If you still have the confidence to ask 'what right' by then, then I admit you are much braver than I imagined."

On the tower crane above the 44th floor of the Obivius Building, a black shadow with his mouth taped shut was wailing, and on the big screen of the commercial street below, a pale face suddenly appeared at the same time.

Fine, short, curly green hair rested on his forehead, his pale, wrinkled face was full of bloodshot eyes, his bulging eyeballs, and that iconic, wide-open mouth.

"Hi, everyone. As you can see, I am the Joker. You must feel unfamiliar with me, because that stupid guy doesn't dare to stand on the stage at all. He can't create any surprising repertoire. He is a complete fool!"

"But you must be more familiar with Batman, right? You might have seen him appear in... um, perhaps he doesn't have much chance to appear in your lives, but I want to tell you, he might have fallen heavily into a trash can in some street in the slums."

"This is the him from before. I dare to bet that one out of ten of you would do better than him, and much better. You must find it hard to believe that such a person would be a superhero."

"He doesn't deserve it. I say the him from before, of course, doesn't deserve it." The Joker stretched out a hand, lowered a few fingers, and made a downward gesture, aimed at contempt and mockery.

At the intersection, the flow of people all stopped at this moment, looking up at the big screen, and among them was a face belonging to Bruce Wei En.

He widened his eyes, and then revealed an angry expression. He heard the people around him whispering to their companions, asking who Batman was.

Bruce of course didn't hold any hope for his Batman reputation, because he was clear that what the Joker said was right. His so-called debut battle was just chasing a gangster member, and in the end, he didn't catch him, didn't have any fame, and didn't save anyone.

But it wasn't like that now, Bruce, who had obtained Spider-Man's ability, thought.

"'It's not like that now,' he must be thinking this." The Joker said Bruce's thoughts at this moment as if he had mind-reading ability, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"This naive fool must think that I have powerful strength, I can jump down from a building of more than 20 stories without falling to my death, I can swing a car away with one slap, I must have the qualifications to be a superhero."

"You don't, Bruce, you don't." The Joker lowered his head and shook it slowly, the two corners of his mouth pulling down fiercely, but his eyes widened even more, roaring directly at the camera.

"You don't, you are not Batman, nor are you any superhero. You are a stupid, arrogant, and conceited coward! You can't save anyone, and you will never be able to avenge your parents!"

Bruce clenched his fists angrily, but in the next second, the picture on the big screen switched. The lens was aimed at a figure hanging hundreds of meters in the air.

It was a man wearing a trench coat and glasses, looking about thirty years old, a bit thin. From the fountain pen in his pocket, it could be seen that he should be a writer.

Bruce didn't see any of this. It was the Joker who switched back to the screen and said to everyone: "His name is Fat Andkin. You must have forgotten his name, but you might remember that when you were still a boy, facing the news of your parents being brutally murdered, when you were most helpless, those reporters broke through the police blockade and stuffed their microphones and lenses into your mouth."

"They hoped you would admit your crime. That was indeed your crime; it was your willfulness and stubbornness that killed your parents. They hoped you would say so, they demanded you say so, because only by pushing all this onto a child would everyone be saved."

"They begged you, forced you, hoping to use the pressure of the professional nature they exerted on you to make you collapse and cry, and after losing your mind, say what they wanted you to say."

"It wasn't just one person who did this to you, not just one." The Joker's eyes flashed with inexplicable light, and he continued: "You didn't give them the answer they wanted. You made their perfect escape plan fall through, so in the next ten years, all of them kept silent to you, and the entire news media industry closed its doors to you."

"They didn't not obtain information from the investigating detectives, and they didn't not get clues related to your parents' murder case, but because you refused to collapse and refused to play the weak and pitiful appearance they needed, they wouldn't give you half a clue."

"But there were exceptions, weren't there?"

The picture switched back to the reporter hanging on the tower crane, but the Joker's voice continued to come. And Bruce was stunned for a moment, as if he had remembered something, and ran against the flow of people with a terrified expression, rushing toward the building.

He had some impression of the geographical location of the Obivius Building. It should have been the last building completed in the nearby commercial area, but the owner of the company that invested in this building was assassinated a few months ago. The business was poorly managed, the building stopped construction several times, and it should have been about to be auctioned.

Bruce rolled these materials in his mind, but none of them could be used. At this time, he heard the Joker say.

"People often say that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you, but the news media industry closed all the doors for you, but there was a crack in the wall that let out light."

"Ten years ago, a little-known reporter who had just entered the industry risked his life to go to the cinema and alley where the case occurred to investigate. He was tracking a series of cases where Gotham dignitaries and businessmen were assassinated."

"That's right, he was tracking behind the Waynes before they went to the cinema, and after the case occurred, he became the only reporter willing to provide you with some clues."

"But unfortunately, at that time he was just a small person. Surrounded by heavy reporters, police, and various behind-the-scenes black hands, he didn't have the ability to approach you, so he could only provide you with some clues anonymously."

"That's right, he was the 'Mr. Bert' on the note back then, the mysterious person who ignited your flame of revenge, and the guide who gave you hope for revenge."

Bruce ran to the foot of the building. He knew that Spider-Man could climb walls freely, but he really hadn't climbed such a tall building, so he was still a bit uneasy in his heart.

But hearing the Joker say this, Bruce didn't hesitate anymore. He climbed the wall of the building at the fastest speed. Although his posture was a bit clumsy and his speed wasn't very fast, the straight-line distance of 40 stories wasn't very long. By the time the Joker finished saying this, he had already climbed more than 30 stories.

His movements became more and more skilled, and his speed became faster and faster. For the last 10 stories, Bruce sprinted like a flying man, then turned over and landed steadily on the 44th floor.

Only then did he see clearly that the tower crane wasn't on the building, but on the ground next to it, in the blind spot of his vision from the direction he rushed over.

Although the distance to the 44th floor was 20 meters, the 44th floor wasn't finished, and the middle was a hollow atrium, so the distance from the person to the nearest ground was about 30 meters.

This also resulted in Bruce being unable to sprint from the edge of the building and jump directly to Andejin, who was 20 meters away, because the part with the floor did not provide a long enough run-up distance. Bruce was not confident that he could catch the edge, jump out, and land exactly on Andejin; he couldn't even calculate the parabola at all.

The tower of the tower crane was a slanted metal long rod, Bruce described it this way, and at this time, the closest point of the long rod to the edge of the 44th floor was about 4-5 meters away.

Not very far. Bruce took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the top floor of the building. Now his only method was to jump from the 44th floor to the long rod of the tower crane, then climb all the way up along the long rod, and pull the rope up at the very top.

Fortunately, jumping a distance of 5 meters was simpler than jumping a height of 20-plus meters; it almost didn't need any running start space. A standing long jump could touch the metal rod of the tower crane.

But this was at the high altitude of the 44th floor.

When Bruce stood on the edge of the building and looked down, the summer wind blew his hair, and the buildings on the ground gathered into a thin line, almost invisible. The fear brought by the height hit his heart.

Falling down would definitely die, definitely!

Then swing over with spider silk? Bruce wanted to shoot a spider silk over first, and then jump. This way, even if he fell, he could grab the spider silk and climb up.

He did it immediately, stretched out the hand with the spider silk launcher, and with a "whoosh," a spider silk stuck to the cylindrical crossbar supported by the tower crane.

Very good, next step is to jump. Bruce swallowed his saliva. The scene of falling into a trash can from the roof while chasing a gangster member flashed before his eyes again.

No, no, this time he wouldn't fall down again. With Spider-Man's physical fitness, a distance of 5 meters only needed a light jump, and there was spider silk as a double insurance. How could he fall down?

He was no longer the him from before. Bruce tried hard to concentrate and think this way, but couldn't help but look at the spider silk stuck to the thin cylindrical crossbar.

Could a curved surface stick firmly? Was the spider silk tough enough? Would the metal paint peel off? Would his arm dislocate during the swinging process?

He turned his head to look at Andkin again. Andkin's terrified eyes deeply stung Bruce's heart, because when his parents died, he also looked at everyone with such eyes, but no one was willing to help him, except Andkin.

Take a deep breath, three, two, one, jump! ===== CHAPTER 2155 =====