HBWnovel Chapter 77 Inventory
Chapter 77 Inventory
Chapter 77 Inventory
While Bane and Chen Tao were chatting happily, the Joker stood alone to the side, all alone.
Poison Ivy continued to reinforce Harley Quinn's cocoon, while Deathstalker and Cheshire Cat bandaged the wounds of the Arkham man lying on the ground.
No one can guarantee they won't get hurt on such a chaotic battlefield, and the Arkham warriors were not without casualties.
While the main villains won't necessarily be defeated in battles of this level, the less capable ordinary villains might be.
A madman from Arkham named Hero has just breathed his last. He was a delusional man who always fantasized that he was some kind of sword master from the last century.
Then it became clear that the muscular, clawed assassin from the Court of Owls had taught him what real swordsmanship was all about, with his balloon-like muscles.
Even as he died, this guy was shouting, "True swordsmanship is the skill of cutting a person in two!!!"
Then he passed away peacefully.
Born of madness, and dying of madness, that can be considered a lifelong commitment.
Everyone seemed so busy, busy negotiating, busy dying suddenly, busy applying plants to their best friends' wounds. Nobody noticed him, nobody noticed the clown.
His gaze swept over each person present, but to the Joker's dismay, Batman's eyes were fixed on Bane the entire time, and he didn't even glance at him once.
The malice in the clown's eyes grew even stronger.
But in the end, he did nothing. Chen Tao made sure the Joker remained in his peripheral vision until he and Bane disappeared around the street corner.
He finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Batman is calling Robin." Chen Tao pressed his finger to the communicator by his ear: "Is there anything unusual?"
He had contingency plans for most things.
Robin's primary concern was the Scarecrow, but he certainly had other anticipated targets.
Fortunately, everything is calm.
After receiving Robin's perfectly normal reply, Chen Tao fell into deep thought.
"Good heavens, they're gone, Batman." The Penguin wiped the sweat from his brow. "What a day!"
But before he could finish speaking, Chen Tao pulled him to the other side.
"Oswald, I have a question for you," the Penguin heard the other say. "You told me before that you sold a nuclear bomb for $5 million, and then Bane stole the remaining one, is that right?"
The penguin said:
"Yes, that's right. What's wrong?"
Who was the buyer of that nuclear bomb?
I would never casually leak client information to you, my superhero.
The penguin had originally intended to say this with righteous indignation, but the tough words he was about to utter immediately backfired before they could even come out.
"That was four or five years ago. A man in a trench coat with a London accent," Oswald said. "He wasn't a local from Gotham. He sounded like a big shot from out of town. He was quick and decisive, and bought it in no time."
"Are you sure he took that nuclear bomb with him?"
"At least they've been taken away from Gotham!" the Penguin said.
Chen Tao finally felt a little relieved.
He walked on foot into the middle of that large group of defeated claws.
[Warning: You are detected holding the anchored item: Claw's Severed Leg]
[The severed hand with sharp claws]
[Half of the buttocks with sharp claws]
[The Brain of Claws]
He rummaged through the pile of corpses, as simple and honest as a farmer harvesting vegetables from his own field, a bright and cheerful smile on his face.
Although these claws mostly provide a bunch of random, ordinary Batman characters, they still provide a considerable amount of crisis energy, and occasionally, you can even find some valuable gold in the trash.
He was holding a head with a sharp claw in his hand.
[Crisis energy has been converted, total: 123]
[Your current Crisis Energy Units: 207]
[WARNING: Downloading a Batman-targeting file]
Clawed Bat
[Hazard Level: E-]
In a dark multiverse, Bruce Wayne replaces Dick Grayson as a henchman of the Court of Owls. After becoming Batman, Bruce Wayne finds himself powerless against Gotham's rampant crime. The Court of Owls extends an olive branch to his desperate situation, ultimately leading him down a path of corruption.
Bruce Wayne gradually realized that if he wanted to fight the darkness of this city, he had to completely become like him.
What did Chen Tao value? It was amber gold.
[Immediately consume 19 units of Crisis Energy for synchronization?]
However, now was not the time to transform on the spot, so Chen Tao decided to put it aside for now. He continued to roam freely in the farmland, harvesting more and more crisis energy.
But ordinary people didn't understand what Chen Tao was doing, so everyone just watched as Batman walked into the pile of corpses, touching them here and there, and occasionally smelling the severed hands and feet.
"Is this really okay? He doesn't look like a normal person at all," the Penguin whispered to Deadshot. "I think Batman has gone mad."
Death Shooter glanced at the other person sideways, then rolled his eyes.
"..." Lincoln March was also taken aback by this situation.
He walked over hesitantly.
"Ah, you're very good!"
Chen Tao patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, then casually tossed a skeleton aside.
He approached Lincoln March, who was walking towards him: "Come on, let's go back to the Batcave. We're allies now."
The claw mask on his hand fell off. Thanks to the effect of the amber gold, he did not die, but instead bared his teeth menacingly.
Lincoln March was quite certain that this was a ancestor of the Wayne family.
He didn't know what to say.
Mr. Freeze walked up to Chen Tao: "What do you plan to do with us?"
He had some injuries; half of his armor was torn open by a huge gash from claws that had struck him. Although the wounds weren't fatal, he was still in danger.
He looked at the Arkham soldiers, some sitting and some lying on the ground: "Basic chip control doesn't allow them to unleash their full combat potential."
"That's right, so we have to let the lunatics in Arkham take some initiative."
Mr. Freeze nodded. That makes sense. For example, a firefly that's been mind-controlled and is kicking around randomly and spraying flamethrowers is no match for a super arsonist who has a brain and can strategize.
"Then, if we intend to unleash the true power of the Arkham people, we should..."
"Rule them with an iron fist, let them know that you are the king of criminals." Deep down, Mr. Freeze answered, "Train these lunatics like you would train dogs."
Mr. Freeze's weaknesses were too obvious, so he never became the leader of Arkham Asylum. But that didn't stop him from thinking about what he would do if he wanted to lead the entire Arkham Asylum.
To subdue these lunatics, you have to be more ferocious, more vicious, and more insane than them. They are a bunch of incurable psychopaths, only fear and…
"I understand that if we want to control the criminals in Arkham, we should start by curing their insanity."
This answer abruptly interrupted Mr. Freeze's imagined vision of the Arkham Conquerors, like a TV program suddenly going dark during its final segment.
"What did you say?"
(End of this chapter)