Chapter 790

To defeat a lunatic, you can only be crazier than him. The current Bruce is crazier than the Joker.

Cobblepot wasn't very crazy to begin with. He had physiological mental problems and belonged to the bottom of the villain contempt chain. Facing a Batman who was quite crazy, he had to admit that he lost.

"Wei En, the competition between the two of us ends here. I admit, you won. I don't care what the final outcome of those children you took away is. Just looking at your current state, you indeed won."

Cobblepot raised his hands and took a few steps back, saying: "If you want to make things difficult for me in this way, it's really unnecessary. Everyone is a businessman, don't make it so indecent..."

Bruce just stared at him with bright eyes. He said: "Why can't you understand my words? I am indeed here to do business with you. I said, I remembered all the intelligence around the Living Hell. I have all the information you want here. You just need to pay for it..."

Cobblepot revealed a helpless expression. He stood on the spot, took a deep breath, and then walked to the telephone stand behind him and called the Cat Getan Police Department.

Cobblepot didn't want the police to take Bruce Wei En away. He wanted the police to take him away.

I can't afford to provoke you, I can afford to hide. At worst, I'll squat in prison for a few months, and by the way, I can also build a relationship with the gang boss I haven't seen for a long time.

Just like this, Cobblepot was taken away by Gordon. Bruce's plan to earn extra money fell through, and his memory, which far exceeded ordinary people, also had no place to be used.

Watching Cobblepot's back as he left, Bruce had no joy of victory at all. He only had full annoyance, feeling that Cobblepot was crazy.

Cobblepot wanted to reorganize the rules around the Living Hell, and Bruce just happened to bring the solution and sincerity to find him. But he chose to call the police and surrender. If this isn't crazy, what is?

Standing in front of the Iceberg Restaurant, Bruce sighed and looked at Cat Getan's still gloomy sky. He knew he had to find another way out.

This wasn't because he was tired of the truck driver's job, mainly because the truck he obtained had reached the end of its life, and he really didn't have that much money to fill the bottomless pit of repairing the car.

Fortunately, the place he moved to now, although it leaks water every day and has constant noise, has one advantage, which is that the geographical location is very good.

This place is very close to the pier, much closer than the place where Selina lived. This means that Bruce can go to be a porter.

After discovering this, Bruce experienced an excited and happy mood he had never experienced in the past month, because the threshold for a porter is much lower than that of a truck driver, and it doesn't even check the household registration. As long as you are a person, you can go to work.

Just on a morning when the temperature rose, Bruce came to the pier to apply for a job. The person in charge of recruiting looked at his figure, shook his head, and said: "You are too thin, and there are no muscles on your arms. You can't sell for a good price."

"But I have great strength." Bruce said.

The person recruiting impatiently flipped through the notebook in his hand and said: "Everyone who comes here says so, even if they are as thin as a bamboo pole... Forget it, if it weren't for the fact that we are short of people here, I really wouldn't be patient enough to deal with you."

"First of all, do you smoke? Where do you live? Do you know anyone in a gang?" The person recruiting asked a series of questions. Bruce answered truthfully. Upon hearing that he didn't smoke or drink, the person recruiting rolled his eyes and said: "From out of town, right?"

Bruce could only nod and say: "But before, I had already worked as a truck driver for a period of time, and I am familiar with the roads."

"That is indeed an advantage." The person recruiting answered him: "But you can't do the work of unloading goods on the ship. You will cough up blood in a week. You go to the indoor warehouse to manage goods. Oh, by the way, are you brave?"

"Brave?" Bruce asked: "Does being a porter still require courage?"

"Don't ask so much." The person recruiting was a bit impatient again. He rolled his eyes and said: "Indoor goods management originally has very low wages, but now there is a special job. Your partner has a special situation. As long as you are brave, the wages will increase by 30%."

"I am very brave." Bruce answered immediately.

He doesn't feel that there is anything in this world that can scare him. Well, there was a thesis before, but there shouldn't be anything after that.

Until he came to the warehouse where he was going to manage goods, Bruce discovered that his partner was a crocodile.

Saying it's a crocodile is not very accurate. It should be said that it is a crocodile man, because this crocodile man has a crocodile's head, a very tall figure, and very strong muscles. Bruce stared at him for a minute and discovered that this crocodile man could do the work of three people alone.

Therefore, Bruce's first emotion was not fear, not disgust, and not doubt, but envy. Bruce felt that if he grew up like this, the intermediary definitely wouldn't dare to scam him.

In fact, Bruce recognized him. Before, when he was in the dream world, there was also such a crocodile man in Cat City Cat Getan. It's just that at that time, he was a crocodile cat. Bruce had thought that there might be a corresponding criminal appearing in the real Cat Getan City, but he hadn't thought that he would appear in this way.

But Bruce indeed wasn't very nervous, because he knew that the crocodile cat was still quite easy to get along with. So he walked up and greeted the crocodile man. He said: "Hello, I am your future colleague, and I also work in this warehouse."

The crocodile man turned those eyes, looked at him, and asked in a buzzing voice: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Bruce looked up at his bloody mouth, but afterward, his gaze fell on the box he was carrying. That box was a pile of metal parts, which looked very heavy. Bruce glanced at the side, walked over, wanted to move a box of the same kind, and then he discovered that he couldn't move it at all.

"Don't move." The crocodile man suddenly spoke and said: "That will sprain your waist, and if it breaks, you have to pay for it."

The crocodile man's voice was a bit hoarse, and his accent was also very strange, as if his vocal cords were different from ordinary people's. But Bruce felt that he was already very great. After all, one couldn't ask for more from a crocodile.

The two started working in silence. Bruce asked about the crocodile man's situation intermittently, and then he learned that this crocodile man was even more unlucky than him.

The crocodile man is not a local, but also comes from around Cat Getan. He was originally a normal person, just suffering from a kind of atavistic disease, leading to growing more and more like a crocodile.

The small town where he was couldn't tolerate a person with such an appearance. They carried guns and cannons and drove him out.

The crocodile man who had nowhere to go could only come to Cat Getan to try his luck. At the beginning, he lived in the sewer, and as for what happened later, everyone should know.

In order to deal with the Court of Owls, Schiller froze the entire sewer of Cat Getan. Although the Court of Owls didn't exist in history, the matter of freezing the sewer remained.

The crocodile man was very tragically sealed in a small room and starved for a whole month. It was only when the gang renovated the cold storage that they dug him out.

But Cat Getan has an advantage, which is that people here are well-informed and rarely make a fuss. The first thing they saw wasn't the crocodile man's strange head, but his strong arms. So, the crocodile man joined the ranks of Cat Getan's great development.

Because he hadn't had time to kill anyone before being caught for labor reform, he didn't get the title of Killer Croc. He is now just a strong and capable crocodile man, taking one person's salary and doing three people's work. The gang even wants to give him the title of labor pacesetter.

"You mean, this place includes food and housing?" Bruce looked at the crocodile man and asked. The crocodile man glanced at him again, shook that big head, and said: "Don't think about it. They give me food and housing because I look very fierce, and no one will rent me a house. If I leave Cat Getan, no one will help them do so much work."

Bruce felt a bit regretful, but didn't say too much. In the next few days, he discovered that this was indeed a very ideal job for him. The crocodile man was too capable, so much so that Bruce didn't need to spend too much effort to move heavy objects, just needed to arrange the shelf order and stick the labels well.

The wages here are also not low, and unlike truck drivers who rely on the weather to eat, the cargo volume here is very large, and there is work to do every day. Bruce's slum life entered the right track again.

However, Cat Getan doesn't have a day without unpredictable winds and clouds. The weather forecast here can't predict the fickle weather at all. The warehouse near the pier caught fire in weather with humidity as high as 87%.

How exactly it caught fire is no longer verifiable. When Bruce heard this news, he only heard the guard say that it seemed like the specifications for storing some chemical agents were wrong, leading to a leak. Coupled with the fact that some of the warehouse goods managers were smoking, sparks fell on the chemicals, not only causing an explosion but also causing a big fire.

Hearing the four words "chemical agents," Bruce knew that it might be the warehouse where he worked that had an accident. Before leaving yesterday, he specifically confirmed whether his labels were stuck well, and those labels were written with "Chemical agents, sent to ACE Chemical Plant."

Bruce, who rushed into the warehouse area, discovered that the fire was very strong, but he knew he had to go in, because the crocodile man ate and lived inside the warehouse. He definitely didn't have time to run out.

Bruce also didn't know whether the crocodile man would have the habits of a crocodile, but no matter whether he liked water or not, he definitely didn't like fire.

Bruce rushed in at the fastest speed. He found the room where he worked familiarly. The fire here wasn't the biggest, but the smoke was very thick. Bruce remembered that a batch of wood was transported yesterday morning, and it hadn't been sent away at all, becoming the best fuel.

The raging flames reflected on Bruce's face. When the flames hurt in his blue eyes, it was like the afterglow of the sunset under the blue sky. But this beautiful scenery didn't last too long. Bruce heard a "bang," and the warehouse beam smashed down. This meant that this place couldn't hold on for too long.

Bruce picked up his coat, covered his nose and mouth, and rushed in against the choking smoke and dust. He felt he could save the crocodile man, but he overestimated his physical strength and underestimated the danger here.

Just after rushing in, Bruce saw that the crocodile man was pressed under the wood. There were many beams in the wood transported yesterday, and they all collapsed at this time. The crocodile man should have not paid attention when running out and was pressed. The beam just happened to press on his waist, making him unable to exert force.

Bruce wanted to lift that piece of wood, but the decrease in muscle mass made him no longer have such great strength. And judging by the weight of this piece of wood, even Batman in his prime might not be able to lift him up quickly. And Bruce already felt that he was about to suffocate.

The only way now is to pull the crocodile man out by force. Bruce knelt beside him and said to him: "Hold on, it might be a bit painful, but it will be fine in a while..."

He grabbed the crocodile man's strong arm and pulled him outward hard. The crocodile man let out a fierce scream, but couldn't move at all.

Bruce covered his nose and mouth with his coat and stood up shakily.

Noisy sounds rang in his ears. He couldn't hear what that was saying. He only smelled an extremely pungent chemical agent odor. He understood that if this thing burned, it was poisonous.

It seemed that everything had reached a dead end. Bruce thought, he finally got what he wanted. He finally touched the bottom in this terrible abyss.

What's at the bottom? At the bottom, there is only death.

No, no, no, Bruce thought, not only death, not only death... There must be other things here.

Suddenly, that kind of noisy noise became clear. Bruce heard it. That was a burst of laughter, a very happy burst of laughter.

This kind of laughter was so sincere, sounding like the last mournful cry left by countless souls who died in the snowy night.

After the strength was exhausted, the consciousness started to blur. In the shadow of the campfire, Bruce slowly fell down.

He lay on his back on the ground, the firelight shining on his face, stroking his cheeks, smoke and dust choking into his throat, flames burning into his eyes.

Just like all Gothamites, in the karmic fire of the secular world, the sins are burned out, the bones and blood become ash, and the eighteenth level of hell can't burn out a drop of tears.

The big fire burned down the shelves. One of the shelves closest to Bruce collapsed with a bang. Countless chemical agents on it, like raindrops, sprinkled on his body.

In the raging flames, Bruce ushered in a night rain in Cat Getan, cold and unbearable, the chill piercing the bones.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, because he saw the truth of this big fire. He was facing the craziest thing in this world—reality.

Thousands of ordinary people walk the ordinary path in the day-after-day ordinary life. There is no large-scale war, no glorious and brilliant story.

Tired, hungry, insomnia, day after day, drug abuse, gambling, prostitution, doomed, looking for a job, looking for a house, looking for a partner, running around, no money, no love, no hope, alone.

At this very moment, Batman finally understood why the Joker wanted to laugh.

Because the Joker saw a god standing above the clouds, swearing to save all this, and saying it for ten years.

Batman spent ten years living into a joke.

This is really funny, so Bruce also laughed.