Chapter 2190: Battle of Two Cities! (32)
Bang!!!
A tall figure stared at his own shadow on the wall in front of him, and his eyes slowly turned downwards. The person who collapsed in the corner was the penguin in a suit and tie, who was also the mayor who was in high spirits recently.
The emperor penguin tilted his head and stretched out his hand to pull his tie. The door was pushed open with a bang, and another emperor penguin rushed in in a panic, but the next second he was pointed at his waist with a gun.
He raised his hands and followed the movements of the people behind him to slowly walk to the corner and squat down. The bodyguard in a black suit came in, and the penguin appeared last.
He walked into the mayor's office leisurely, looking at the luxurious furnishings here with an appreciative look, and finally his eyes fell on the mayor penguin who was knocked unconscious.
"It's really hard to find you." The big mouth under the hooked nose opened, 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 thugs next to him walked up, swung their arms and slapped Mayor Penguin twice.
Mayor Penguin had fainted for a while. After he woke up in a daze, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. Seeing another person who was almost the same as himself standing in front of him with a grin, he thought he was in a dream.
"You got something that doesn't belong to you." The Penguin of the main universe sighed and said, "You are neither qualified to get it nor able to keep it. Since it is a complete waste in your hands, it is better to give it to someone who can use it better."
"You..." Mayor Penguin's face was ferocious, and he shouted loudly: "What right do you have to say..."
The Emperor Penguin kicked him on the calf, and he screamed in pain, and hugged his leg with twitching lips.
"Don't worry." Penguin smiled and said, "You will soon see that the opponent I face is too strong for you to deal with. If you still have the confidence to ask why, then I admit that you are much braver than I thought."
On the tower crane above the 44th floor of the Obivis Building, a black shadow with its mouth tied with tape was crying, and a pale face suddenly appeared on the big screen of the commercial street below.
The fine green short curly hair was draped over the forehead, the pale and wrinkled face was covered with red bloodshot, the protruding eyeballs and the iconic grinning mouth.
"Hi, everyone. As you can see, I'm the Joker. You must be unfamiliar with me because that stupid guy doesn't dare to stand on the stage. He can't create any surprising plays. He is a complete idiot!"
"But you must be more familiar with Batman, right? You may have seen him appear in... well, maybe he doesn't have much chance to appear in your life, but I want to tell you that he may have fallen heavily on a trash can on a street in the slums."
"This is him in the past. I bet that one out of 10 of you will do better than him, and much better. You must find it hard to believe that such a person can be a superhero."
"He doesn't deserve it. I said that he certainly didn't deserve it in the past." The Joker stretched out a hand, lowered a few fingers and made a downward gesture, aiming at contempt and ridicule.
At the intersection, all the people who met stopped at this time and looked up at the big screen, and one of them belonged to Bruce Wayne.
He opened his eyes wide, and then showed an angry expression. He heard people around him whispering to their companions, asking who Batman was.
Bruce certainly didn't have any hope for his reputation as Batman, because he knew that what the Joker said was right. His so-called debut battle was just chasing a gangster, and he didn't catch up with him in the end. He had no fame and couldn't save anyone.
But it's not like that now, Bruce, who has obtained the ability of Spider-Man, thought.
"'It's not like that now', he must think so." The Joker said Bruce's thoughts at the moment as if he had the ability to read his mind, with a hideous smile on his face.
"This naive fool must think that I have great power. I can jump from a building of more than 20 floors and not fall to death. I can slap a car away with a slap. I must have the qualifications to be a superhero."
"You don't, Bruce, you don't." The Joker lowered his head and shook his head slowly, the corners of his mouth turned down fiercely, but his eyes widened, staring at the camera and roaring.
"You don't have one. You're not Batman, nor any superhero. You're a stupid, arrogant and arrogant coward! You can't save anyone, and you'll never be able to avenge your parents!"
Bruce clenched his fists angrily, but the next second the screen switched, and the camera was aimed at a figure hanging hundreds of meters in the air.
It was a man wearing a windbreaker and glasses, who looked to be in his thirties, a little thin. From the pen in his pocket, it could be seen that he was 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 Anderkin. You must have forgotten his name, but you may remember that when you were a boy, you faced the news that your parents were brutally murdered. When you were most helpless, those reporters broke through the police blockade and stuffed their microphones and cameras into your mouth."
"They want you to admit your crime, and it is indeed your crime. It is your willfulness and stubbornness that killed your parents. They want you to say so, and they ask you to say so, because only by putting all this on a child can everyone be saved."
"They begged you, forced you, hoping to use the professional pressure they put on you to make you break down and cry, and say what they want you to say after losing your mind."
"More than one person did this to you, more than one." The clown's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he continued: "You didn't give them the answer they wanted, and you made their perfect plan to escape the crime fall through, so For the next ten years, all of them kept silent about you, and the entire news media industry closed its doors to you. "
"It's not that they didn't get information from the investigating detectives, nor did they get clues related to your parents' murder, but because you refused to break down and refused to play the weak and pitiful appearance they needed, they refused to give you any clues. "
"But there are exceptions, right?"
The screen cut back to the reporter hanging on the tower crane, but the clown's voice continued to come, and Bruce seemed to remember something after being stunned for a moment. With a horrified expression, he walked through the crowd in reverse and ran quickly towards the building.
He had some impression of the geographical location of the Obivis Building. This should have been the last building completed in the nearby commercial district, but the owner of the company that invested in this building was assassinated a few months ago. The business was not doing well, and the building was suspended several times. It should be about to be auctioned.
Bruce scrolled through these materials in his mind, but none of them could be used. At this time, he heard the clown say.
"People often say that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. The news media industry has closed all the doors for you, but there is a crack in the wall that lets light in."
"Ten years ago, an unknown reporter who had just entered the industry risked his life to go to the theater and alley where the crime occurred to investigate. He was tracking a series of assassinations of Gotham politicians and businessmen."
"Yes, he was already tracking behind the Waynes before they went to the theater, and after the crime, he became the only reporter willing to provide you with some clues."
"But unfortunately, he was just a nobody at that time. Surrounded by reporters, police and various behind-the-scenes forces, he didn't have the ability to approach you, so he could only provide you with some clues anonymously."
"Yes, he was the 'Mr. Bert' on the note back then, the mysterious man 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 the wall smoothly and freely, but he had never climbed such a high building, so he was still a little nervous.
But after hearing what the Joker said, Bruce no longer hesitated. He climbed up the wall of the building at the fastest speed. Although his posture was a little clumsy and his speed was not too fast, the straight-line distance of 40 floors was not very long. When the Joker finished speaking, he had already climbed more than 30 floors.
His movements became more and more skillful, and his speed became faster and faster. In the last 10 floors, Bruce sprinted like a flying man, then turned over and landed steadily on the ground on the 44th floor.
Only then did he see clearly that the tower crane was not on the building, but on the ground next to it, in the blind spot of the direction he rushed from.
Although it was 20 meters away from the 44th floor, the 44th floor was not completed, and there was a hollow skylight in the middle, so the hostage was about 30 meters away from the nearest ground.
This also led to Bruce's inability to sprint from the edge of the building to Anderkin, 20 meters away, because there was a floor part, and the running distance provided was not long enough. Bruce was not sure that he could jump out of the edge and land on Anderkin. He couldn't even calculate the parabola clearly.
The tower of the tower crane is a slanted metal pole, Bruce described it like this, and at this time the pole was about 4 to 5 meters away from the edge of the 44th floor.
Not very far, Bruce took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the top floor of the building. Now his only way was to jump from the 44th floor to the long pole of the tower crane, and then climb up along the long pole to the top and pull the rope up.
Fortunately, jumping 5 meters is much easier than jumping more than 20 meters. There is almost no running space. A standing long jump can touch the metal pole of the tower crane.
But this is at a height of 44 floors.
When Bruce stood on the roof and looked down, the summer wind blew his hair. The buildings on the ground gathered into a thin line, almost invisible. The fear brought by the height struck his heart.
Falling down will definitely kill you, absolutely!
So use spider silk to swing over? Bruce wanted to shoot a spider silk first, and then jump, so that 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 horizontal bar supported by the tower crane.
Very good, the next step is to jump. Bruce swallowed his saliva, and the scene of falling from the roof into the trash can when chasing the gangster flashed in front of him again.
No, no, I won't fall this time. With Spider-Man's physical strength, a distance of 5 meters only needs a light jump, and there is spider silk as a double insurance, how can I fall?
I am no longer the same person as before, Bruce tried to concentrate on thinking so, but he couldn't help but look at the spider silk stuck on the thin cylindrical crossbar.
Can the curved surface be firmly attached? Is the spider silk tough enough? Will the metal paint fall off? Will my arm be dislocated during the swing?
He turned his head to look at Enderkin again, and Enderkin's horrified eyes deeply hurt 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 Enderkin.
Take a deep breath, three, two, one, jump!