Chapter 2197: Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-Nine)

Chapter 2171 Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-nine)

The Penguin, who was guarding the hospital entrance, spent almost ten minutes to figure out this truth - if Bruce Wayne died, he would become a people's revolutionary.

Cobolt was never a coward. He was not afraid when he was excluded from the Cobolt family, when he killed the first person under the coercion of the gangsters, when he became an umbrella boy and stole the property of the gangster boss, and when he fought with other gangster bosses for life and death.

But this time, he was really scared.

Cobolt was also a person who grew up in the Cold War. At that time, the information blockade was not as severe as it is now. Both sides even showed their own people how powerful each other was, so people of that era could more easily see the essence of various systems in the world.

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

Cobblepot, who climbed up from the bottom, knows better that class is the foundation of the United States, so they are the countries that will have a cold war with the red giant bear. After all, the ultimate goal of the other side is 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 get what you want, and even jump several levels to completely complete the 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, because there is a natural chasm between classes, and they don’t hear, see or feel each other.

But this is based on the premise that you cross the class, not that you lead 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.

This is what the Penguin is doing now. 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 Wayne, and a large number of people also want him to die, but the process is definitely not to make him an evil capitalist and then accept the judgment of the people.

No one is qualified to judge us. All people below the self must know and remember this, and it is best to engrave it in their genes. As long as they hear similar words, they will tremble and cannot help themselves.

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

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

Bruce Wayne died, but he died in accordance with the will of the people and accepted the people's judgment. Then 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'm James Gordon."

Gordon showed his ID to Oswald with a stern face and said, "You are charged with 116 crimes including hiring a killer, huge bribery, and engaging in illegal business operations. Now I am ordered to arrest you. Come with us."

Cobblepot opened his mouth wide, staring at Gordon and said, "No, no, you can't catch 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 executive power was temporarily deprived, and the immunity attached to the executive power disappeared. You are arrested."

"I want to call the party leader. We are going to discuss party affairs. Please avoid it..."

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

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

The Penguin is a businessman. He has indeed assassinated many political opponents by illegal means, but it cannot be said that he did not get the approval of the party's interest groups. In some cases, he played the role of a black glove.

But if he uses violent means to resist now, then he will never get close to the political arena. Go back to being his gangster boss, and the social status above thousands of people that he wants most can only be given by his outstanding political career.

So he can only surrender and hope that the subsequent political game will allow him to 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 won the support of public opinion and his reputation has been rising all the way.

The Donkey Party will not want to use this reputation to help them gain an advantage in the elections of various states or 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 votes, they dare to challenge all bottom lines.

Violent resistance is a dead end, surrendering is a ray of hope, and the ambitious Cobblepot will always choose to gamble.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and said to Gordon when he opened his eyes and looked at him: "I hope I rot in jail. Otherwise, these two cities will not be my end."

Gordon walked up to handcuff 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 thought that letting you face jail time was the biggest threat to you."

"Isn't it?"

Gordon raised his lips and showed a sharp sneer. Several people remembered that they had not seen a similar expression on the face of the sheriff for decades.

With a click of handcuffs, two strong police officers restrained Penguin's arms on the left and right, and Gordon approached him and whispered: "Just now a madman called the police station. Guess what he said?"

Penguin was led away by the police in confusion until he was taken into the police car of the police station. A terrifying speculation gradually formed in his mind.

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

The Penguin suddenly screamed, scaring the two police officers escorting him and the driver in front. They watched the fat mayor twisting in the back seat like a living maggot and screaming.

"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 thing about the whole thing was that he became the mastermind behind this series of events.

And this series of events happened to include the death of Anderkin.

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

What's more terrifying is that in the Joker's view, the Penguin took away his sculpture that he had carefully carved a perfect foundation without any explanation, and then carved it into a pile of shit in an extremely classic way.

Yes, it is a classic. For vulgar power, for stinking money, for damn boring murder, the Penguin wants to kill Batman for these things.

If the Penguin makes a plan to murder Batman for these boring things, the Joker will not even look at it. How much energy can a pile of dog shit on the road take away from the artist's energy?

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

In the eyes of the Joker, the Penguin is doing this.

The Joker can't remember how long he hasn't been so angry. The last time was when he realized 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 braked like a rooster with its neck strangled.

Boom! ! ! ! !

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

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

After understanding this, the Penguin immediately realized that this was just an appetizer. The police officers sitting in front of him and on the right had their heads cut off, and the one on the left was completely stunned.

Before the explosion, the driver slammed the steering wheel and stepped on the emergency brake. The car shook, and the only two living people in the car were hit and bleeding. The Penguin roared at the police to open his handcuffs. The police were completely scared and could only take out the keys tremblingly.

After removing the handcuffs, the Penguin rolled out at the fastest speed, took out his cell phone and wanted to call someone to pick him up, but in his peripheral vision, he saw a man with a crazy expression driving a car straight towards him.

That was not the Joker, but it must be his puppet, who came here to commit indiscriminate murders.

Sure enough, the heavy pickup truck rushed into the crowd of survivors of the explosion, knocking away five or six people in the blink of an eye, and ran over the bodies of the people who were killed in the explosion.

Seeing the car driving towards him, the Penguin rushed in one direction at a speed he had never seen in his life.

The opposite lane was also affected by the explosion. As soon as the Penguin climbed over the guardrail in the middle of the lane, he saw a money transport truck blocking the opposite side not far away. The escorts all held guns and looked around nervously. They thought the explosion was aimed at them.

The Penguin immediately remembered his advantage. He was the mayor and a popular figure in public opinion. So he immediately rushed towards the escort car and waved to them.

"I am the mayor. Don't shoot. I am the mayor. I am in trouble. Protect me. Prepare to protect me!!!"

The escorts were stunned when they saw the Penguin's face. They remembered that the righteous mayor had just hit the evil force Bruce Wayne, so no one shot for a while.

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

The faces of several escorts immediately became serious. They immediately understood what Penguin meant. It was not so easy to deal with Wayne Group. He had just sanctioned Bruce Wayne, and now someone wanted his life.

The leading escort nodded to Penguin and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor, where do you want us to take 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 take me to 126 Modesun Street."

The Penguin was almost panicking, but he knew that if he wanted to escape from the Joker, he had to be calm and rational enough, so he said in a steady and powerful voice.

"I've expected this day to come. That's a safe house I prepared for myself. I hope you can take me there quietly, but remember, don't tell anyone where I am."

The escort got on the car without hesitation and asked Penguin to sit next to the banknote warehouse at the back. The car broke through the guardrail and turned around suddenly. Other cars saw the black muzzle of the gun sticking out of the window and consciously avoided it.

They drove to the designated location of Penguin at the fastest speed. This is the end alley of the most remote shantytown in the slum.

Penguin, who just wanted to escape quickly, got off the car at the fastest speed and rushed towards his safe home, but he didn't notice that the escorts sitting in the car were really moved when they looked at the extremely dilapidated environment here and the determined back of Penguin.

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