Chapter 2161

The Penguin, who was guarding the hospital entrance, spent about ten minutes figuring out this truth—if Bruce Wei En died, he would become a people's revolutionary.

Cobblepot was never a coward. He was not afraid when he was excluded in the Cobblepot family, he was not afraid when he killed his first person under the pressure of gang thugs, he was not afraid when he became an umbrella boy and stole the gang boss's property, and he was not afraid when he fought to the death with other gang bosses.

But this time, he was truly afraid.

Cobblepot could also be considered a person who grew up during the Cold War. At that time, information blockade was not as severe as it is now, and even both sides were showing their own people the strength of the other side, so people of that era were more likely to see the essence of various systems in the world.

Cobblepot had never longed for the system of that powerful red country, because he knew it was too ideal and too far away from him, but this did not mean he thought the system of the Cold War winner was perfect.

Cobblepot, who climbed up from the bottom, knew better that class is the foundation of the United States, so they were the ones who had a Cold War with the red giant bear. After all, the ultimate goal of the other side was to eliminate class.

The priority of anything cannot be higher than class. This is the dead line of the American upper class. Above the dead line, you can use various methods to move around to get what you want, even jumping several levels, completely completing class leap.

Even if the means are not so glorious, as long as you cross the class, there is enough space for you to put on a gorgeous coat again, because there is a chasm between classes, and they don't listen, don't look, and don't feel each other.

But this premise is that you cross the class, not that you take others to overthrow the class. If you want to do this and put it into practice, we can only send you to see the Soviet Union.

What the Penguin is doing now is exactly this. Although no one thinks he really wants to overthrow the class, the means he uses are undoubtedly challenging the bottom line.

We are indeed staring at Wei En, and a large part of people also want him to die, but the process is absolutely not to let him become a wicked capitalist and then accept the trial of the people.

No one is qualified to judge us. Everyone below oneself must understand and keep this in mind, preferably engraved in the genes, and tremble and be unable to control themselves as soon as they hear similar words.

Don't have any hope, don't open any openings, because they know better than anyone how a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The Penguin is equivalent to using a chisel to chisel a small crack in the solid class barrier that the upper class has spent generations to build. Although the impact on the wall is minimal, once the light inside the wall penetrates, it just corresponds to the old saying: "I can get used to the darkness because I have never seen the light."

Bruce Wei En died, but he died in accordance with the will of the people and accepted the trial of the people, so he cannot die. He must live well, and the more comfortable and happy he lives, the better.

And those who want him to die must die.

"Oswald Cobblepot, I am James Gordon."

Gordon showed his credentials in front of Oswald with a straight face and said, "You are charged with 116 crimes including hiring a murderer, huge bribery, and engaging in illegal industry operations. Now I am ordered to arrest you. Come with us."

Cobblepot opened his mouth wide. He stared at Gordon and said, "No, no, you can't arrest me. You have no right to do this. I am the Mayor of Gotham City!"

"In the emergency meeting of the state legislature just now, your administrative power was temporarily deprived, and the immunity attached to administrative power disappeared. You are arrested."

"I want to call the party leader. We are going to have an internal party discussion. Please avoid..."

"You don't have to do this, because the evidence of your bribery and accepting bribes was provided to me by the party whip of the Democratic Party's New Jersey Election Affairs Committee. Stretch out your hands."

The Penguin almost broke his teeth. He knew that the Batman he was familiar with was not so easy to deal with. He poked the Penguin's dead hole.

The Penguin is a businessman. He has indeed assassinated many political opponents by illegal means, but it cannot be said that he has not been approved by the internal party interest groups. In some cases, he acts as a black glove.

But if he uses violent means to resist now, he will never be able to get close to the political arena again. Go back and be his black boss. And the social status above ten thousand people that he wants most can only be given to him by being brilliant in his political career.

So he can only be captured, hoping that subsequent political games can let him escape legal sanctions.

Batman's brilliance lies in the fact that the Penguin is not facing a dead end now. On the contrary, this time he has indeed gained the support of public opinion, and his reputation has risen.

The Donkey Party will not want to use this reputation to help them gain advantages in elections in various states and even the president. The Penguin still has enough value for them to spend resources to gamble.

Politicians can be said to be the only variable in the upper class, because for the sake of votes, they dare to challenge all bottom lines.

Violent resistance is a dead end, and being captured is a glimmer of hope. And the ambitious Cobblepot will always choose to gamble.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and when he opened his eyes to look at Gordon, he said to him, "Hope I rot in prison. If not, these two cities will not be my end."

Gordon stepped forward to handcuff the Penguin, looked into his eyes and said, "I don't want to arrest you. Do you know why? Because the group of people who ordered me to arrest you still think that letting you face prison is the biggest threat to you."

"Isn't it?"

Gordon lifted his lips and revealed a sharp sneer. Few people remembered that they hadn't seen a similar expression on this sheriff's face for decades.

With a "click," the handcuffs were put on. Two strong police officers restrained the Penguin's arms from left to right. Gordon leaned close to him and whispered, "A madman just called the police station. Guess what he said?"

The Penguin was taken away by the police in a daze, until he was pushed into the police car at the police station. A chilling speculation gradually formed in his mind.

"No, this is not Batman's real killer move... His killer move is the Joker!!!!!"

The Penguin suddenly let out a scream, which startled the two police officers who were escorting him and the driver in front. They watched as this fat Mayor twisted in the back seat like a living maggot and shouted miserably.

"Let me go! Let me go! I can't go to the police station. The Joker will kill me. He will kill me!!!!!"

At that moment, the Penguin understood what was waiting for him, because the most terrifying part of the whole thing was that he had become the mastermind behind this series of events.

And this series of events happened to include the Andael death case.

But that was not his masterpiece at all, but the Joker's. He didn't even plagiarize the Joker's idea, but directly took the first half of his artwork as his own.

What's more terrifying is that in the Joker's view, the Penguin took away his sculpture work that he had carefully carved with a perfect foundation without saying a word, and then carved it into a pile of dog shit by an extremely classic means.

That's right, it's classic. For vulgar power, for stinking money, for damn boring murder to silence, the Penguin wanted to kill Batman for these things.

If the Penguin made a plan himself to murder Batman for these boring things, the Joker wouldn't even look at it. How much energy can a pile of dog shit on the road take away from an art creator?

But you can't just grab the draft that the painter on the side of the road has been drawing for a long time, and then take it home as toilet paper to wipe your ass.

In the Joker's view, the Penguin is doing exactly that.

The Joker couldn't remember how long it had been since he was so angry. The last time was after realizing that someone might have interfered with his memory.

The Joker's revenge came faster than expected. Before the Penguin's third scream was finished, he slammed on the brakes like a rooster whose neck had been pinched.

Boom!!!!!

The two cars driving in front and to the left of the escort car exploded violently. It was not difficult to see that bombs had been placed on their fuel tanks. The car bodies were instantly torn apart, just like a small, simple version of a fuel-air bomb.

The car directly in front was very close to the escort car the Penguin was sitting in. A piece of explosive debris with flames flew past his scalp. At this moment, he understood that the Joker didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and he wasn't qualified to be the Joker's artwork. The Joker just wanted him to die.

After figuring this out, the Penguin immediately realized that this was just an appetizer. The entire heads of the police officers sitting directly in front of him and on his right had been shaved off, and the one on the left was completely scared silly.

The driver slammed the steering wheel and stepped on the emergency brake before the explosion. The car swayed, and the only two living people in the car were bruised and bleeding. The Penguin roared at the police to open his handcuffs. The police were completely scared silly and could only fumble for the keys.

After unlocking the handcuffs, the Penguin rolled out as fast as he could and took out his phone to call someone to pick him up. But in his peripheral vision, he saw a man with a crazy expression driving a car straight toward him.

That wasn't the Joker, but it must be a puppet he had bewitched, and he was here just to create a random murder case.

Sure enough, the heavy pickup truck rushed into the crowd of explosion survivors, hitting five or six people in the blink of an eye, and even rolled over the corpses of those killed in the explosion.

Watching the car drive toward him, the Penguin rushed in one direction with the fastest speed he had ever seen in his life.

The opposite lane was also affected by the explosion. Just as the Penguin climbed over the guardrail in the middle of the lane, he saw an armored truck blocked not far away. The escort personnel were all holding guns and watching the surroundings nervously. They thought the explosion was aimed at them.

The Penguin immediately remembered his advantage. He was the Mayor now, and a public opinion celebrity, so he immediately rushed toward the escort truck and kept waving to signal them.

"I am the Mayor, don't shoot, I am the Mayor, I am in trouble, protect me, get ready to protect me!!!"

The escort personnel were stunned when they saw the Penguin's face. They remembered that this righteous Mayor had just cracked down on the evil force Bruce Wei En, so no one shot for a while.

Finally rushing into the middle of the armed bodyguards, the Penguin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The explosion was aimed at me. I hope you can send me to a safe place now."

The faces of several escort personnel immediately became serious. They immediately understood the Penguin's meaning. Dealing with the Wei En Group was not that simple. He had just sanctioned Bruce Wei En, and now someone wanted his life.

The lead escort personnel nodded to the Penguin and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor. Where do you want us to send you? We will do our best to protect you."

"Thank you, but the Mayor's mansion and the police station are not safe. I hope you can send me to 126 Modesan Avenue."

The Penguin was already panicked to death, but he knew that to escape from the Joker's hands, he had to be calm and rational enough, so he said in a steady and powerful voice.

"I expected this day would come. That is a safe house I prepared for myself. I hope you can send me there quietly, but please remember, don't reveal to anyone where I am."

The escort personnel got into the car without hesitation, letting the Penguin sit next to the money warehouse in the back. The car broke through the guardrail and made a sudden U-turn. Other cars saw the dark gun barrels sticking out of the windows and consciously avoided them.

They drove to the Penguin's designated location at the fastest speed. This was the tail alley of the most remote shantytown in the slums.

The Penguin, who just wanted to escape for his life, got out of the car as fast as he could and rushed toward his safe old home, but didn't notice at all that the escort personnel sitting in the car were genuinely moved when they looked at the extremely dilapidated environment here and the Penguin's firm back.