Chapter 846: Danger Savage Danger (Part III)

Cat Getan's night grew deeper. Savage stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his room at the Sorkworth Hotel, watching the lights of the city go out one by one. However, there were a few locations where the lights never went out, and the construction sites were noisy all night long.

Cat Getan was engaged in large-scale construction, and naturally, it didn't escape Savage's eyes. He thought that the timing he chose was quite good. If it happened to catch up with Cat Getan renovating public facilities, it would definitely be more chaotic here, which was convenient for him to fish in troubled waters.

Just as Savage turned back to rest, he discovered that there was an extra black shadow by the window. He instinctively leaned to one side, and "whoosh," a Batarang grazed his neck.

Savage turned his head and saw a black shadow with pointed ears appear behind him. He just wanted to make a sound, but the fist on the opposite side had already arrived in front of him.

Batman didn't intend to reason with Savage at all. When people were driven by money, there was no extra talk, and Bruce Wei En was no exception.

Savage leaned back, and one arm wanted to grab Batman's wrist, but just as he touched the Batsuit, "zila," electric light burst out. Savage withdrew his hand and found that his fingertips started to smoke.

The sharp pain stimulated him. His left foot retreated, stabilized his center of gravity, and a roundhouse kick kicked towards Batman's neck. Batman didn't show any weakness, bent down to dodge, and leaned forward again until he forced Savage into the corner of the room.

Savage snorted coldly, threw a punch to the right to feint, Batman dodged to the left, Savage stepped and turned, came to the back of Batman, and the offense and defense changed.

But Batman seemed to have eyes on his back, bent down on the spot, turned to dodge Savage's punch, threw three Batarangs, and forced him into another corner again.

In this instant of eye contact, both understood that they had met their match.

Batman's fighting skills were polished, but Savage wasn't a weak hand either.

His long life and various battles made up for his lack of talent. When a talent-type and an experience-type fought, there were calculations everywhere and murderous intent in every move.

Neither of them was a talkative person, so after fighting for several rounds, neither of them reported their names. However, although Savage was proficient in fighting and had more experience, he lost in hardware.

The monster wearing pitch-black clothes on the opposite side not only had a suit that could discharge electricity, but also had spikes on his boots, brass knuckles on his fingertips, and Batarangs for long-range weapons. He was completely unreasonable, coming to sneak attack him, an old comrade who was over 50,000 years old.

Even though Savage had a left front kick and a right whip kick, he was gradually at a disadvantage, and there were many wounds on his body caused by brass knuckles.

It wasn't that Savage wanted to show weakness, but since coming to this city, he found that the climate of this city was simply too weird. There was no sun, it rained every day, and as long as you got rained on, the wound would definitely fester and become infected. Once infected, you would definitely have a fever. His constitution, which had been radiated by meteorites, was useless.

Slow wound recovery meant low fault tolerance. Once this thought appeared in his mind, the offensive would tend to be conservative and he wouldn't want to trade injury for injury. But the more conservative he fought, the less advantage he had. After less than dozens of rounds, Savage already had the intention to retreat.

"Batman! What exactly are you here for?!" Savage asked in a cold voice: "We have no grudges, why are you looking for trouble with me?!"

"No grudges?" Batman's low voice sounded: "You broke into my Batcave. Is this called no grudges?"

"Broke into your..." Savage just said this, he paused for a moment, and then boundless anger climbed onto his face. In an instant, his neck turned red and he became furious.

"That was actually your base!

" Savage roared: "You deliberately set a trap!

You despicable villain!

His attitude made Batman pause. Why was Savage so angry? What did he cheat him of? Where was there any trap?

There was a trap in the Batcave? How did Batman not know?

In fact, Batman didn't find out at all that his plan document was lost.

On one hand, it was because too many things had happened in these three years, and too many things had changed. Batman hadn't thought about enabling any of his previous waste-paper plans at all. Because he didn't value them, he completely forgot about them.

When flipping through those filing cabinets that had been opened by Savage, Batman counted them twice carefully and felt that there was no loss. That response plan he wrote during his middle-school period had completely disappeared from his life.

While flipping through those filing cabinets that Savage had opened, Batman even counted them carefully twice, feeling that there was no loss; the response plan he had written during his rebellious phase had completely disappeared from his life.

The plan to deal with Alberto didn't succeed, which wasn't anything. Alberto had been busy with internships recently and had no time to find trouble with him. Savage turned his target to Schiller.

Schiller had been busy watching the students who were about to intern and the students of the vocational college recently, so he almost didn't go home, traveling between Cat Getan University and Arkham Asylum. In most cases, he lived at Cat Getan University.

To deal with Schiller, you had to enter Cat Getan University first. In the description of this document, Cat Getan University was just an ordinary university, a plain and ordinary location in Cat Getan City.

At least, that was what Savage thought. So, he entered Cat Getan University without any precautions, and the building closest to the east gate where he entered was the laboratory building. So he hadn't been in for three minutes before he met Victor.

When Batman wrote this document, Victor hadn't come yet, so the document didn't record such a professor. Savage thought he was an ordinary person.

And because Savage felt that Victor had seen his infiltration, he had the intention to silence him, and then... he was frozen into a grandson.

At that time, there were five minutes left before class started. Victor found that he hadn't taken a lecture note, so he hurriedly returned to the laboratory building, intending to take things.

After freezing Savage, he didn't look carefully, thinking it was just a student wandering around for no reason.

In Cat Getan University, almost all students knew that Victor's freeze gun could freeze people, but they wouldn't feel cold, and there were no sequelae. So they were used to being frozen for a few hours after being caught doing bad things, and then being released.

Cat Getan didn't have any rules about telling parents. If these students dared to go back and tell their parents who were gang leaders that they had made a mistake and were frozen, and cried to them, they would only get a mixed beating.

Because they knew there wouldn't be any serious consequences, Victor didn't take this matter to heart at all, intending to wait until after class to come back and unfreeze this student.

But coincidentally, that day Cobblepot was following Victor to do experiments. As soon as he went out, he saw this ice sculpture.

At that time, the way Savage provoked him and Alberto was still fresh in his memory. Cobblepot's heart was much bigger than Schiller's and Batman's.

He just called a few newsboys who often delivered things at Cat Getan University and lifted this ice sculpture onto a truck used by Cat Getan University to transport domestic waste.

The truck carried Savage's ice sculpture and drove away. In the sunset, it was Savage's long-lost youth.

Finally, the truck unloaded at the garbage dump, and Savage was dumped into the garbage mountain along with all kinds of kitchen waste and dirty water emitting a foul smell.

At that time, he hoped that someone could unfreeze the freeze, but also hoped that it wouldn't be unfrozen.

Very unfortunately, Victor knew that he sometimes had a bad memory. If he accidentally froze a student and forgot, it would be easy to starve him to death. So, the freeze gun he used in the school had a time limit. It would freeze for at most four hours, and the ice sculpture would unfreeze itself.

Savage would never forget that sound of the ice sculpture shattering. It was louder than the tremor of the footsteps of prehistoric giant beasts, the fluttering of ancient Roman eagle flags in the wind, the rumbling of French iron hooves, and the cry of eagles on the prairie.

And at the moment when the sound of the Batarang breaking through the air sounded, Savage recalled the miserable scene that day again. Anger drowned all reason, and his roar echoed over Cat Getan:

"Batman!

"

Although Batman didn't know what he was angry about, he still followed the original plan, pretended to be defeated, and led him away from his room, walking through the corridor of the Sorkworth Hotel.

The fight between the two completely ruined the hotel. The soft furnishings being broken didn't count as anything, but the problem was that the two of them had no scruples when they fought. The doors were broken, the chandeliers were smashed down, and countless guests who were active in the lobby were scared and fled for their lives.

Security arrived in time, but they couldn't do anything about these two fighting masters. Batman was a man who even Omega beams had to go around. Mere machine gun bullets couldn't do anything to him.

The two ran and fought all the way, and the good Sorkworth Hotel was tossed into a mess.

Until Batman led Savage out of the hotel, Batman immediately accelerated, followed the route planned in advance, and threw Savage far away, leaving only Savage standing on the roof of a Cat Getan building, raging helplessly.

And when he wanted to return to the hotel, he found he couldn't go back. No matter how bad the boss of the Sorkworth Hotel was, it was impossible to let him stay again.

And because he had run out for a period of time, the Sorkworth Hotel had gathered quite a lot of security forces, everyone had guns in their hands. To fight them hard, he was afraid he would have to pay quite a price.

This hotel could stand in Cat Getan not entirely relying on marketing and gimmicks. At least the military force was quite sufficient. Slow wound recovery and easy infection were also a certain deterrent to Savage. He thought about it and decided to change to another one.

His second choice was the Wei En Hotel. He moved in, but didn't stay for a night before coming out again.

The room he moved into seemed to be haunted. For a while, the faucet was running, for a while, the bed board was creaking, for a while, the sound of an electric drill came from the ceiling, and for a while, there was an argument downstairs.

Savage wasn't afraid of ghosts, but he also had to sleep. Before the situation gradually evolved to the point of being uncontrollable, he could only leave here.

Afterwards, he stayed in several luxury hotels, but either he was made into a mess by Batman who chased him here, or there were all kinds of disturbing events for no reason, making him unable to rest.

Three days later, Savage understood that this city was working against him.

But he didn't intend to give up. In his long life, he had experienced countless failures. Waterloo was the most famous one, but it wasn't the last one. He firmly believed that a great monarch would never fear failure. He could still create a great empire by himself.

Savage turned his attention to renting a house again. Short-term hotels couldn't be stayed in, so don't you allow me to rent a long-term house?

And after several comparisons, Savage discovered a wonderful location. The strategic position here was very good.

This location was in the south of the East District. There were several construction sites under construction around, the flow of people was very dense, the traffic flow was also very large, and various commercial supporting facilities were very complete. As long as he could stand firm here, he could radiate the entire East District from the activities of the people here.

As Savage's back disappeared into a small alley, a dilapidated mailbox behind him was blown crooked by the wind. There, one could vaguely see a few handwritten letters—"Living Hell." ===== CHAPTER 847 =====

As Savage's back disappeared into an alley, a dilapidated mailbox behind him was tilted by the wind, where a few handwritten letters could be vaguely seen—"Living Hell."