Chapter 843: Danger of Savage (Part 2)

The night in Gotham was getting darker and darker. Savage stood in front of the French window of the room in the Sokworth Hotel, watching the lights of the city go out bit by bit. However, there were a few places where the lights were always on, and the construction sites were bustling all night.

Gotham's massive construction naturally did not escape Savage's eyes. He thought that he had chosen a good time. If it happened to coincide with the renovation of Gotham's public facilities, it would be even more chaotic here, which would be convenient for him to fish in troubled waters.

He had sent the piper out to survey the situation near the construction site. If he could add some sand to the infrastructure, he would have more bargaining chips to negotiate with the gangs.

Just as Savage turned back to rest, he found that there was a black shadow by the window. He instinctively turned to the side, and a bat dart slashed along his neck.

Savage turned his head and saw a black shadow with pointed ears appearing behind him. He was about to speak when the fist on the other side came to him.

Batman didn't intend to reason with Savage. When people are driven by money, there is nothing to say, and Bruce Wayne is no exception.

Savage leaned back and tried to grab Batman's wrist with one arm, but just as he touched the batcoat, there was a "sizzle" sound, and lightning flashed. Savage pulled his hand back and found that his fingertips began to smoke.

The sharp pain stimulated him, and he withdrew his left foot, stabilized his center of gravity, and kicked Batman's neck with a roundhouse kick. Batman did not show any weakness, bent down and dodged, and then moved forward again until he forced Savage to the corner of the room.

Savage snorted coldly, punched to the right as a feint, Batman dodged to the left, Savage stepped and turned, came to Batman's back, and changed his offense and defense.

But Batman seemed to have eyes behind him. He bent down on the spot, turned around to avoid Savage's fist, and threw three bat darts, forcing him to another corner again.

In this moment of eye contact, both of them understood that they had met their opponents.

Batman's fighting skills are honed, but Savage is not a weak player.

His long life and various battles make up for his lack of talent. When a talented person and an experienced person fight, there are calculations everywhere and murderous intentions in every move.

Neither of them is a talkative person, so after a few rounds, they did not announce each other's names. However, although Savage is proficient in fighting and has more experience, he lost in hardware.

The black-clad weirdo opposite him, not only has a uniform that can discharge electricity, but also has thorns on his boots, brass knuckles on his fingertips, and bat darts as long-range weapons. He is completely unscrupulous and sneak attacks his 50,000-year-old comrade.

Even though Savage kicked with a left 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's not that Savage wanted to show weakness, but since he came 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 it rained, the wound would be infected, and as long as it was infected, it would be feverish. His physique irradiated by meteorites was useless.

Slow recovery of wounds means low tolerance for error. Once this idea appears in the mind, the offensive will tend to be conservative, and will not want to exchange injuries for injuries. But the more conservative the fight, the less advantageous it is. In less than a dozen rounds, Savage had already begun to retreat.

"Batman! What are you doing here?!" Savage asked coldly, he said: "We have no grudges, why are you looking for trouble with me?!"

"No grudges?" Batman's low voice sounded, he said: "You broke into my bat cave, is this called no grudges?"

"Break into your..." Savage just said this, he was stunned for a moment, and then boundless anger climbed up his face, in an instant, his neck flushed, and he became furious.

"That's actually your base!!!!" Savage yelled, "You set a trap on purpose!! You despicable villain!!!!"

His attitude stunned Batman for a moment. Why was Savage so angry? What did he lie to him about? Where is the trap?

There is a trap in the Batcave? How come Batman doesn't know?

In fact, Batman didn't even notice that his plan was lost.

On the one hand, because so many things have happened and changed in the past three years, Batman never thought of using his previous abandoned plans. Because he didn't pay attention to them, he completely forgot about them.

When flipping through the file cabinets opened by Savage, Batman counted them carefully twice and felt that there was no loss. The response plan he wrote in his middle school years had completely disappeared from his life.

But Savage was pitted by this plan.

The plan to deal with Alberto didn't succeed, but it didn't matter. Alberto was busy with internship recently and had no time to trouble him. Savage turned around and aimed at Schiller.

Schiller has been busy keeping an eye on students who are going to internships and vocational colleges recently, so he rarely goes home. He travels between Gotham University and Arkham Asylum, and most of the time he lives at Gotham University.

To deal with Schiller, you have to go to Gotham University first. In the description of this document, Gotham University is just an ordinary university. You can enter and exit as you like. It is just an ordinary place in Gotham City.

At least, Savage thought so, so he entered Gotham University without any preparation. The building closest to the east gate where he entered was the laboratory building, so he met Victor within three minutes of entering.

When Batman wrote this document, Victor had not arrived yet, so there was no record of such a professor in the document. Savage thought he was an ordinary person.

And because Savage thought Victor saw his infiltration, he had the idea of ​​silencing him, and then... he was frozen like a grandson.

At that time, there were still five minutes before the class started. Victor found that he had not taken a handout, and hurried back to the laboratory building to get something.

After freezing Savage, he didn't look carefully, thinking that it was another student who was strolling around.

Almost all students at Gotham University knew that Victor's freezing gun could freeze people, but they couldn't feel cold and had no sequelae, so they were used to being frozen for a few hours and then released after being caught for doing bad things.

There was no rule in Gotham to tell parents. If these students dared to go back and tell their parents, who were gangsters, that they had made mistakes and were frozen, and cried to them, they would only be beaten with mixed doubles.

Because he knew there would be no serious consequences, Victor didn't take it seriously at all, and planned to come back to untie the student after class.

But by chance, that day, Cobblepot followed Victor to do an experiment, and he saw the ice sculpture as soon as he went out.

At that time, Savage's provocation to him and Alberto was still vivid in his mind. Cobblepot's mind was much more than Schiller and Batman.

He just called a few newspaper boys who often delivered things at Gotham University and carried the ice sculpture on the truck used by Gotham University to transport domestic garbage.

The truck carrying Savage's ice sculptures sped away, and under the setting sun, Savage's long-gone youth was seen.

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

At that time, he hoped that someone could thaw him, but he also hoped that he would not be thawed.

Unfortunately, Victor knew that he sometimes had a bad memory. If he forgot which student he froze, he would easily starve him to death. Therefore, the freezing gun he used in school had a time limit after freezing. It could only freeze for four hours at most, and the ice sculpture would thaw itself.

Savage would never forget the sound of the ice sculpture breaking, which was louder than the trembling footsteps of wild beasts, the ancient Roman eagle flag blowing in the wind, the roar of French iron hooves, and the cry of eagles on the prairie.

At the moment when the batarang broke through the air, Savage recalled the horrible scene of that day again. Anger overwhelmed all reason, and his roar echoed over Gotham:

"Batman!!!!!!!"

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

The two fought back and forth, and the hotel was completely ruined. The broken soft furnishings were nothing, but the problem was that the two of them fought without scruples, the door was broken, the chandelier was smashed, and countless guests who were in the lobby were scared and fled for their lives.

The security arrived in time, but they couldn't do anything to the two fighting masters who were in a fight. Batman was a man that Omega rays would avoid, and a mere machine gun bullet could do nothing to him.

The two ran and fought all the way, and the good Sockworth Hotel was tossed beyond recognition.

Until he led Savage out of the hotel, Batman immediately sped up and followed the previously planned route, leaving Savage far behind, leaving Savage alone, standing on the roof of the Gotham building, helpless and furious.

When he wanted to go back to the hotel, he found that he couldn't go back. The owner of the Sockworth Hotel, no matter how stupid he was, would never let him stay.

Because he had been out for a while, the Sockworth Hotel had gathered a lot of security forces, and everyone had guns in their hands. It would probably cost a lot to fight them head-on.

This hotel was able to gain a foothold in Gotham, not all by marketing and gimmicks. At least the force was relatively sufficient. The wounds recovered slowly and were easily infected, which was also a deterrent to Savage. He thought about it and decided to change one.

His second choice was the Wayne Hotel. He stayed there, but he came out again after one night.

The room he stayed in seemed haunted. There was water running from the faucet, creaking from the bed, the sound of an electric drill on the ceiling, and a quarrel downstairs.

Savage was not afraid of ghosts, but he also needed to sleep. He had no choice but to leave before the situation became uncontrollable.

After that, he stayed in several luxury hotels, but either the Batman chased him here and made a mess, or various disturbances occurred inexplicably, making it impossible for him to rest.

After three days, Savage understood that the city was against him.

But he did not intend to give up. He had experienced countless failures in his long life. Waterloo was the most famous one, but not the last one. He firmly believed that a great king would never be afraid of failure, and he could still create a great empire on his own.

Savage set his sights on renting a house again. If I couldn't stay in a short-term hotel, would I not be allowed to rent a long-term house?

After several comparisons, Savage found a wonderful place with a very good strategic location.

This place is located in the southern part of the East District. There are several construction sites around it. The flow of people is very dense, the traffic is also very large, and various commercial supporting facilities are very complete. As long as you can gain a foothold here, you can radiate the entire East District from the activities of the personnel here.

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

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