What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 6
The killer crocodile bit the mouse into pieces, and the broken bones mixed with blood dripped from his fangs, causing red ripples in the water.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of bloody foul air.

Killer crocodile Waylon Jones has a height of more than 2 meters and a body of dark blue scales that can withstand direct rifle fire. His sharp claws and fangs are cold, making him more like a large crocodile walking upright than a human being. Fierce and not very intelligent.

But even as the mind succumbs to primitive perception and animal instincts, he still vividly remembers the name of the man who hurt him.

"Be-er!"

The name echoed in his head like an endless scream.

He traveled through the shadows of Gotham City's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemies in a universe of stinky outbursts, filth, and fumes.

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, but also an unparalleled motivation.

The anger in the heart of the beast is burning. In nature, the crocodile has always been a very vengeful animal.

But... before he can get his revenge, he has to find something to eat.

Thinking of this, the ferocious beast became intimidated.

He snorted loudly.

Woo, I'm hungry, and the mouse isn't hungry at all...

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

The big crocodile squatted in the garbage dump aggrieved. Although he is a warm-blooded creature, he still has certain characteristics of reptiles, such as preferring to sit motionless for hours.

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

It smells so good!It smells so good!what does it smell likeIt's a whole roast pig!

No, the sewer where I am hiding now should be a slum, why is it in the slum... But it smells really good!
The killer crocodile's brain turned lazily for a while, and then stopped working.

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

"delicious!"

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

It was late at night in Gotham at this time, the mist cleared, the moon was bright and the stars were thin.The cool evening breeze lingers with the fragrance, leaving hickey marks in every corner of the air.

Under the bright moonlight, Killer Crocodile saw a golden roast pig in the middle of the open space.

"...?"

The killer crocodile's nictitating membrane flipped, and its rationality came back online, and the eyes of the beast revealed humanized thinking.

It's a trap.The entrapment was all too obvious.The roast pig was also poisoned, right?
There was no unusual smell in the air.Oh...is it a deodorant?

Who would take such pains... um... um...

...Yes, who is it?
I don't know wow.

At this point in the analysis, the killer crocodile got stuck.

Hiss, my head is so itchy.

How should the idea be extended later?

Forget it, never mind, but...

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

Killer Crocodile's heart was bright, but he had the face of a pig, staggered, and walked towards the roast pig step by step.

He already had calculations in his mind.

No matter who is behind the scenes, he must confirm that the killer crocodile has eaten the highly poisonous bait before proceeding to the next step.

And he would not follow the routine and bring this bait into the underground water pipe.

If the other party really came down to see if he had any poisonous hair, then the identities of the prey and the hunter would be reversed immediately; if the other party didn't come, then he could also observe secretly, and then take the initiative to attack and kill.

In this way, no matter how you say it, the initiative is always firmly in your hands.

Killer Crocodile couldn't help but praise his IQ in his heart.

I'm so smart to think of such a strategy in such a short period of time!
Then he grabbed the roast pig.

next second.

Zizizizizi!
Hundreds of thousands of volts of electric current passed through his body in an instant, making him scorched and tender, and he fell to the ground and twitched non-stop, his dark blue scales were blackened by the electricity.

Boom!

The four searchlights buried in the garbage dump suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot like daylight.

"No, that's it?"

Killer Crocodile heard the surprised voices from the people behind the scenes:
"No way, no way, no one really falls into such a simple trap!"

For a moment, the killer crocodile felt the blood rushing from the soles of its feet to the top of its head!

Sanity reduced by 100%!

The brain went off work on the spot, and the killer crocodile let out a deformed howl, and jumped up like a Parkinson's patient.

However, due to the influence of the current still remaining on his body, his movements were not so much an attack as an electronic dance.

But given his weight of more than 1500 pounds, such a move is still very lethal.

The ventriloquist almost crawled away from where he was standing just now. In the baby bat in his hand, Chen Tao's built-in wireless communication module was still continuously reprinting and mocking.

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

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

In particular, the ventriloquist was rolling and crawling at the scene, but he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked on the side of the road a few kilometers away, observing the scene with satellites and cameras mounted on the doll, safe and comfortable.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
A little gangster is knocking on the car window outside:
"Brother, do you know whose territory this is, you have to pay..."

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

The gangster, who was trying to blackmail some money, looked like he saw Batman, let out a girly scream, and then turned and ran.

Damn, seeing a live Batman at night is really scary.

On the other side, Killer Crocodile was completely insane.

"Ooooooooooooooooo!"

Before he could take two steps, he felt a tightness on his feet, and stepped into the pre-prepared trap.

Dozens of nooses bounced from the soil on the ground, climbed up his whole body at a dizzying speed, and tied him into a dumpling.

Once again he fell into the trap in a daze, and the killer crocodile became even more angry.

But he was hungry, numb, and sad, and couldn't break free at all, so he could only crawl on the ground sadly.

"Is it that successful? Is it that simple?"

Deadshooter emerged from his hiding place, and looked at the man dressed in yellow and blue in distaste, looking like a superhero.

"That's 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 this far.

He said sarcastically:
"I think the task just now is more suitable for you."

"I actually made $200 million in one go! It's that simple!"

But obviously, Captain Javelin, who seemed a little excited, didn't listen to what Deathshooter said at all.

"Hey hey! I have $200 million, hey hey!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent.

"I don't plan to take on the follow-up mission. When this mission is over, I will wash my hands and go back to my hometown to get married."

He said almost piously:

"This is the best day of my life!"

"..."

Deadshot was speechless. He ignored the idiot who came to serve as the background board, and said to the Cheshire cat next to him, "Send a message to the slipknot and tattoo people, let them come over."

The Cheshire Cat nodded, she was in a good mood as she could get the money without touching her hands.

"Cough, although it went very smoothly, but since the target has been captured, then..." Deadshooter turned his head and said to the ventriloquist who was lying beside him panting heavily:
"Dear employer, I'm curious, you have not allowed us to kill Killer Crocodile before, and what you said to let him work for you—"

He pointed to the enraged killer crocodile: "Now, are you still planning to do this?"

"certainly,"

Arnold cringed and couldn't speak at all. The baby bat toy in his hand quickly replied: "I have something to do..."

"No-but-excuse-forgive!"

But before he could finish his sentence, he was cut off, and the killer crocodile turned face down, writhed, and let out a deafening growl.

Death Archer calmly put down his hands covering his ears:

"Okay, but in fact, I think you've probably made enemies with this beast by now-it's almost impossible to calm him down, let alone get him to work for you!"

(End of this chapter)