Chapter 6 Smart

Killer Croc bit the rat in his mouth to pieces, and the broken bones mixed with blood dripped from his fangs, creating red ripples in the water.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a bloody breath.

Killer Croc Waylon Jones was over 2.2 meters tall and had dark blue scales that could withstand direct rifle fire. His claws and fangs glowed coldly, making him look more like a big crocodile walking upright than a human being, looking fierce and not very smart.

But even if his mind succumbed to primitive perception and animal instinct, he still clearly remembered the name of the man who hurt him.

"Bane!"

The name echoed in his mind like an endless scream.

He walked through the dark places of the Gotham sewers, searching for the breath of his enemies in the universe of stinky explosions, filth and exhaust gas.

His arm was still aching. Last time, he only lasted one move in front of Bane before his arm was broken.

Killer Croc knew very well that he had become a tool for Bane to prove his strength to Batman: this was a great humiliation and an incomparable motivation.

The anger in the beast's heart was burning fiercely. In nature, crocodiles have always been a very vengeful animal.

But... before revenge, he had to find something to eat.

Thinking of this, the ferocious beast lost its power.

He snorted with a sluggish snort.

Woo, I'm hungry, but mice are not hungry at all...

It's okay, I won't be hungry after a rest.

The big crocodile squatted in the garbage dump with grievance. Although he was a warm-blooded creature, he still had some reptile characteristics, such as liking to sit still for hours.

But at this moment, his keen sense of smell detected a fragrance. The fragrance was so tempting that he stretched out his curled body like a hedgehog.

What a good smell! So fragrant! What is this smell? It's a roasted whole pig!

No, the sewer where I am hiding now should be above the slums. Why would there be... but it smells so good!

Killer Croc's brain worked lazily for a while and then stopped working.

As the string in his brain snapped, his cold vertical pupils also changed into strange shapes.

"Delicious!"

With a bang, Killer Croc, drooling, lifted the manhole cover and crawled out from underground. This was an abandoned open-air parking lot, with the wreckage of abandoned cars and various construction waste piled up everywhere, and there was no one around.

It was late at night in Gotham, the mist had dissipated, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The cool evening breeze and the fragrance lingered, leaving kisses in every corner of the air.

Under the bright moonlight, Killer Croc saw a golden roasted pig placed in the center of the open space.

"......?"

Killer Croc's nictitating membrane flipped, his reason was back online, and the beast's pupils showed a humane thinking color.

It's a trap. The intention of trapping is too obvious. Was the roasted pig also poisoned?

There is no unusual smell in the air. Oh... is it a deodorant?

Who would go to such great lengths... uh...

... Yeah, who is it?

I don't know.

Killer Croc got stuck after analyzing this.

Hiss, my head is itchy.

How should the idea be extended later?

Forget it, never mind, but...

No matter who set up all this, Killer Croc has no intention of retreating at all.

Killer Croc has a clear mind, but with a pig-like face, he staggers, drools, and walks towards the roasted pig step by step.

He has already made up his mind.

No matter who is behind the scenes, he must confirm that Killer Croc has eaten the poisonous bait before he can take the next step.

And he has to play cards out of the routine and take the bait into the underground water pipe.

If the other party really came down to see if he had taken effect, then the identities of prey and hunter would be reversed immediately; if the other party did not come, then he could also observe secretly and then take the initiative to kill.

In this way, no matter what, the initiative was always firmly in his hands.

Killer Croc couldn't help but give a thumbs up to his IQ in his heart.

I am so smart to be able to think of such a plan in a short time!

Then he grabbed the roasted pig.

The next second.

Sizzle!

Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity passed through his body in an instant, making him burnt inside and tender outside. He fell to the ground and kept twitching, and his dark blue scales were all blackened by electricity.

Bang!

The four searchlights buried in the garbage dump suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.

"No way, that's it?"

Killer Croc heard the surprised voices of those behind the scenes from the corner:

"No way, no way, no one would really fall into such a simple trap!"

In an instant, Killer Croc felt that all the blood in his body rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Sanity reduced by 100%!

The brain went off duty immediately, and Killer Croc let out a deformed howl and jumped up like a Parkinson's patient.

However, the influence of the electric current still remained on his body, so his movements were more like electronic dance than launching an attack.

But considering his weight of more than 1,500 pounds, such movements were still very lethal.

The ventriloquist almost crawled away from the place where he had just stood. In the bat baby in his hand, Chen Tao's built-in wireless call module was still constantly reposting ridicule.

"That's it? That's it? That's it?"

At this time, Chen Tao really felt the joy of trolling people on the Internet in his previous life.

Especially when the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling on the scene, he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the roadside a few kilometers away, observing the scene with satellites and cameras mounted on dolls, safe and comfortable.

Tap tap tap!

A gangster was knocking on the car window outside:

"Brother, do you know whose territory this is? You have to give in here..."

Chen Tao rolled down the car window, revealing his pointed ears and Batman-like half-covered mask: "Are you serious?"

The gangster who wanted to extort some money looked like he had seen Batman. He let out a sissy scream and turned around and ran away.

Damn, seeing a living Batman in the middle of the night is really scary.

On the other side, Killer Croc was completely crazy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He hadn't run two steps when he felt his feet tighten and stepped into a pre-prepared trap.

Dozens of lassoes bounced up from the mud on the ground and climbed up his whole body at a dizzying speed, tying him up like a dumpling.

Killer Croc was even more angry after falling into the trap again.

But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and he couldn't get away at all. He could only crawl on the ground sadly.

"It was successful just like that? It was successful just that easily?"

Death Shooter emerged from his hiding place and looked at the man dressed in yellow and blue, who looked like a superhero, with disdain.

"Enough, stop chattering, Captain Javelin. You should really thank our employer for taking the initiative to take on the task of attracting the enemy, so that you can get by until now.

He said sarcastically:

"I think the task just now is more suitable for you."

"I actually made 2 million US dollars in one go with this order! So simple!"

But it was obvious that the somewhat excited Captain Javelin didn't listen to what Death Shooter said at all.

"Hehehe! I have 2 million US dollars, hehehe!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent.

"I don't plan to take any more subsequent tasks. When this mission is over, I will retire and go back to my hometown to get married."

He said almost devoutly:

"This is the best day of my life! ”

“…”

Dead Shooter was speechless. He ignored this idiot who was there as a background board and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him: “Send a message to Slipknot and Tattoo Man, and ask them to come over.”

Cheshire Cat nodded. She was in a good mood to get the money without doing anything.

“Well, although it was unusually smooth, since the target has been captured, then…”Dead Shooter turned his head and said to the ventriloquist who was lying next to him and panting:

“Dear employer, I am very curious. You have always not allowed us to kill Killer Croc, saying that you want him to work for you-”

He pointed at the furious Killer Croc: “Now, do you still plan to do this?”

“Of course,”

Arnold was timid and couldn’t speak at all. The bat baby toy in his hand answered: “I have a way…”

“Unforgivable! "

But he was interrupted before he could finish his words. Killer Croc turned his face to the ground, twisted, and let out a deafening roar.

Death Shooter calmly put down his hands covering his ears:

"Okay, but in fact, I think you are probably now an enemy of this beast - it is basically impossible to calm him down, let alone let him work for you! "