Chapter 2195: Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-Seven)

Chapter 2169 Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-seven)

Accompanied by Penguin's shouts, the staff of the mayor's mansion rushed in immediately, but Emperor Penguin had already closed the door and winked at Penguin.

Penguin slapped his forehead. He understood what Emperor Penguin meant. If the person might not be able to hold on until the rescue or the rescue might not be successful, it would be better to destroy the body as soon as possible and pretend that the incident had never happened. At least he could get himself out of it.

But what kind of person would try to destroy the body of Batman? Even if Batman is a rookie, this is an impossible task.

In addition to being Batman, he is also Bruce Wayne. Even if many people want Bruce to die, if he really dies, the FBI, Congress, SHIELD, or various similar organizations will definitely investigate the matter very seriously.

The capitalists will not allow the family-run group enterprises they have built to be stolen so easily. If they can easily replace them by killing the parents first and then the children, then all of them are unsafe.

They will pay an unimaginable price to eliminate this unsafe factor. Even if he is a little suspicious, he will become the enemy of the entire upper class in an instant.

The Penguin Man had a ferocious face and waved his hands vigorously and shouted: "Call an ambulance quickly, don't touch him! Don't touch him! You idiots!!"

The group of staff members of the mayor's mansion in front of him actually wanted to lift up the upper body of a man who was shot in the chest, and someone grabbed his legs and wanted to put him on the ground.

The Penguin Man rushed forward desperately to wave everyone away. At this time, he found that the original self retained the benefits of the gang system. Soon a group of people wearing security uniforms but obviously gang members rushed in.

They were very experienced in dealing with this kind of gunshot wound, and they quickly replaced the previous staff. Not long after, the ambulance arrived, and Batman was quickly carried on a stretcher and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Penguin told Emperor Penguin: "You must keep an eye on him throughout the process. If you can't get into the operating room, bribe a nurse or all of them. Never let anyone do anything. No matter what, you must keep Bruce Wayne alive."

Emperor Penguin nodded and left. Penguin stood there and sighed, and then remembered to get the revolver.

Someone must have framed him, Penguin thought so, and the conspiracy might be like this.

They told this stupid boy, just go to the mayor to gamble your life. We bribed the mayor's people and replaced a certain revolver, and the bullet will definitely not hit you.

Maybe they also showed Bruce some technology to make him believe that he was absolutely safe to play this game by cheating, and Bruce believed it.

In fact, the pistol was indeed tampered with, but it changed from absolute safety to absolute danger, and the bullet would definitely hit Bruce Wayne.

There are two benefits to doing this. First, it can eliminate the nominal owner of the Wayne Group, and Bruce Wayne can usurp power within the Wayne Group.

Second, it can put the blame on the mayor for the murder, and at the same time make the mayor Penguin too busy to take care of himself and unable to face the next election, so that they can take the opportunity to let their candidate take office.

No wonder, Penguin thought, when Batman first came in, he saw a kind of confidence in Batman, and from the previous analysis of Batman's behavior, he was not a very confident person, or most of his confidence was pretended.

But the confidence and arrogance just now were so natural that Penguin even mistakenly thought that the Batman of their universe had come and was guiding the rookie Batman behind the scenes.

But he didn't expect that this extremely bad Batman was actually just deceived by others, and had a very blind confidence that he would win. This wave, this wave was a fraud.

But what Penguin couldn't accept was that he was also fooled, and he really thought that Batman had his own rhythm and came to play games with the villains again.

This is the reason why empiricism kills people. The Batman he knew was indeed keen on doing this, but this was a brand new Batman who was so bad that he had no ability to design games, and it was impossible for him to complete the game on his own.

Penguin thought gloomily that he had learned a lesson from his mistakes. Next time, he must remember that this guy had no difficult-to-understand plots and tricks, so he should just guess in the worst direction.

Then he found that Batman might be even worse than he thought, because Penguin did not find any mechanism on the revolver in his hand.

The revolver in Penguin's hand was the one he provided to Batman, that is, the gun belonged to Penguin.

The barrel was intact, the cylinder part was also smooth, and the marks of firing were clearly visible, which made Penguin have a terrifying guess - could Batman just be unlucky?

Here we must introduce the basic nature of Russian roulette. Simply put, there is one bullet in a six-round revolver. Of course, it is also possible to put two or three bullets, but the danger is greatly increased.

Turn the revolver and pull the trigger, a random round mouth will be fired. If there is no bullet, you win and the gun is passed to the next person to continue shooting. The one who gets stage fright or dies loses.

It can be seen that if this game continues, one party will inevitably die, but there is actually another ending, that is, someone is afraid of the stage and chooses to give up.

The Penguin agreed to the bet with this idea in mind. Judging from the previous behavior of this Batman, he is not a very courageous person, and his psychological quality is not that strong at all.

Some people are not unable to make good plans, but their psychological quality and ability to act prevent them from executing the plan.

At that time, the Penguin thought that it was the Batman of the main universe who gave this rookie Batman such an idea, but he felt that the Batman of the main universe might not know how bad the rookie Batman was. This was his loophole, and he could take advantage of this loophole.

The Penguin will ask for more bullets when it is Batman's turn for the second time. He is sure to use words and actions to put pressure on Batman, forcing him to break through the limit of his emotional threshold until he gives up because of fear.

At that time, the situation becomes that the gun is in the Penguin's hand and against Batman's forehead. Batman wants to leave, and he must spit out more.

The Penguin wanted to give the Batman of the main universe a small warning. My heart to defend my power and status is no weaker than your heart of justice. I will pay any price to keep enjoying all of this.

But the Penguin couldn't figure out why the gun in his hand was fine. Did the Batman of the main universe really want this rookie to gamble?

No, it's impossible. Batman is not that kind of person. If a plan inevitably causes bloodshed and injury, then he will definitely do it himself. As I said, all Batmen have a kind of naive kindness.

But even if Batman didn't tamper with the gun, this was a normal game of Russian roulette, so how could the first shot hit? This is a one in six probability, which doesn't make sense from the perspective of probability.

Is the Batman of this universe not only a rookie, but also particularly unlucky?

Penguin instinctively felt something was wrong, but soon he received a call from Emperor Penguin. The doctor on the other end of the phone said a lot of professional terms, which Penguin could not understand. The only thing he could understand was that Batman was in a very dangerous situation and was being rescued. The estimated rescue time could not be estimated.

Before Penguin hung up the phone, he heard another call coming in. He had to hang up the phone first and let the other line come in. As a result, he heard Gordon's roar.

"Oswald Cobblepot, what are you doing? ! ! The leader of your party, Wood, called me and asked me to suppress the fact that you killed Bruce Wayne. What did you do? ! ! ! "

Penguin was also confused. How did this matter reach the ears of the party leader? It has been less than half an hour since Bruce Wayne fell down, and the party leader is in Washington. How could he get the news earlier than Gordon?

Penguin hurriedly called his assistant over. The assistant's face changed several times, and finally spoke under the Penguin's questioning.

"At 4:00 this afternoon, there will be a regional party inquiry meeting for the next election in the conference hall downstairs. You were notified yesterday, but you said you would not attend..."

The Penguin widened his eyes, and the assistant was pale and trembling, saying: "When the stretcher was carried down, it just passed by the entrance of the venue..."

The Penguin couldn't catch his breath, and he fell back a few steps holding his chest. Fortunately, one hand was supported on the back of the sofa. He looked at the assistant and said: "How did they know that it was Bruce Wayne?"

The assistant was stunned, and then cautiously "Well, because none of them have face blindness?"

"I mean, isn't he wearing a mask?!!!"

"The doctor said that his clothes hindered his breathing." The assistant swallowed his saliva and whispered, "So the mask was taken off as soon as the stretcher was carried into the corridor."

"Then we can't..."

The Penguin wanted to say that he couldn't find a piece of cloth to cover his face, but then he thought, if Bruce Wayne was covered with a piece of white cloth and carried out of his office, the FBI's gun would be against his forehead now.

There is a limit to how much Congress can leave Gotham alone. If the mayor doesn't do anything about publicly shooting the richest man, the federation will be finished.

Of course, the Penguin knew this too. He stomped his feet hard and was thinking of a countermeasure when the assistant spoke again.

"In order to avoid hindering breathing, the doctor took off his shirt directly. It was just the end of the meeting, and the party members saw the wound on Bruce's chest. The marks of the gunshot wound were still quite obvious."

The Penguin's eyes went dark, and his cell phone rang again. He instinctively pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear. The roar of the party leader made his head buzz.

After hanging up the phone, the Penguin covered his eyes with one hand, and his chest rose and fell like a bellows working hard next to a raging fire. After a while, he raised his trembling arms and waved to his assistant.

"Go, find the best doctor, and make sure... Forget it, prepare the car, I'll go now."

The Penguin adjusted his suit jacket, picked up the umbrella next to him, and strode out of the office. Several security guards who were former gangsters followed him into the elevator.

The elevator arrived at the station with a ding sound. After the door opened, countless long guns and short guns almost knocked the Penguin down.

"Mr. Mayor, why did you shoot Bruce Wayne? Was it to vent the anger of the excited people?"

"Mr. Cobblepot, some people say that you injured Bruce Wayne to win the hearts of the people for the general election in a month. What do you think? Will this be the first step for the Democratic Party to change its campaign style in New Jersey?"

"What do you think of the proposal made by party leader Wood in Congress to amend the draft of New Jersey's unlimited self-defense right? Are you providing practical behavioral support for the amendment of the draft?"

"Mr. Mayor, Bruce..."

"Mr. Mayor..."