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Chapter 45 Trading
Chapter 45 Trading
After seeing the scarecrow off, the penguin let out a long sigh and slumped back into his seat. The constant appearances of the clown and the scarecrow tonight had left him feeling neurasthenic.
Back in his office, he picked up his milk again; the milk had gone from hot to cold, and only a quarter of it remained.
The penguin decided it was time to go home after drinking it.
He picked up the cup.
He brought his mouth close to the rim of the cup.
If nothing unexpected happens, then something unexpected is about to happen.
But nothing happened.
The penguin breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled.
That's right, the clown broke in before, and the scarecrow broke in just now. Surely no one will break in this time?
He calmly drank the milk in one gulp, and then the next second...
A junior employee stumbled into his office, looking terrified, and tripped on the shiny carpet once again.
"Oh no, boss! It's Bane! Bane's here!"
Milk sprayed out of his hooked nose again.
10 minute later.
Penguin, with a sour face, walked with Bane on the rooftop of the Iceberg Restaurant.
"Come with me, penguin."
Seeing that the penguin didn't seem inclined to speak, Bane spoke first. His voice sounded like there was a hole in his throat, with an abnormal tremor that sent a chill down the penguin's spine.
Strange, this sound sounds like a pathological reaction that would occur after someone has just inhaled clown-made laughing gas.
The Penguin thought to himself, having spent so many years in Gotham, he had almost come to regard encountering psychopaths tormented by the Joker virus on the street as a daily occurrence, so he was naturally very familiar with it.
"I know the scarecrow went to your place, didn't I?"
The penguin wanted to tell a lie, but it was pointless.
He wasn't sure how Bain knew the scarecrow had been there just minutes before.
So he began to speak:
"Yes, he's here, as always. Klein lamented over and over again, as if he ruled the world. Creating fear is his forte, but he's also the one who gets scared the most."
"You have your reservations about him, yet you still navigate between the two sides; that's just your nature," Bain replied, his eyes gleaming with rationality.
"Egoism is the purest motive. I believe in it, I rely on it, and every city is dominated by egoism."
"I know your family's history in this city, Copperfield. I understand how deep your feelings are for her brick walls, her mortar, her steel bars. You're not like those opportunistic Gotham freaks who always try to win her without sacrifice and then suffer a crushing defeat in Batman's shadow."
Bain said, "Like you, I understand how hard it is to do this. I know what it feels like to be manipulated. I know the feeling of despair that feels like you're being stabbed in the back."
He said, "This city has failed the men and women who built it. They worked hard but ended up dead in the streets. That's the law of this city, so it's only natural."
His voice drifted in the Gotham evening breeze.
"—This is the inevitable price of progress. If we don't demolish the old buildings, we won't build the new ones. Death is just another part of the natural law. Believe me, I've only just experienced death myself."
Penguins keep this to themselves:
"Nonsense, did you just die once before?"
Despite thinking this, the penguin's gaze remained fixed on the green sprouts emerging from the other half of Bane's body.
These green shoots should have sprouted on a century-old tree, not on Bain's biceps.
"I came to you almost without warning, Bane, because I know that, for now, we need each other." The Penguin had no time to waste on sentimentality.
He said.
"You're used to changing your mind depending on the wind, Penguin, but I will stick to what I believe in."
Bane placed his large hands on the penguin's shoulders, with no doubt that those hands could snap his neck in the next second if the penguin wanted to.
"You are suspected by both me and those Arkhams."
"Yes, uh, it's a talent, and I don't think it's shameful to use any means necessary—"
But the penguin saw that Bane was no longer paying attention to him. He stood on the edge of the rooftop, silently observing the cool city in the evening breeze.
"This place is both chaotic and orderly, organized yet anarchic, and the tug-of-war between them is the real culprit that has plagued Gotham City for decades. It was like this long before you and me, long before Batman."
"For so many years, Gotham has been rotting and stinking in the mud, and Arkham Asylum is the city's largest virus hotspot."
"And it is time for us to eradicate this spiritual cancer that drains the entire city."
"I will give Gotham City something it truly needs—a firm direction."
"And you, Copperpart. I need you to provide me with information on Blackgate Prison, and to give me intelligence on the Arkhams when they turn to you for refuge, and even to join my side."
"Intelligence and opportunities are your job, while a smile concealing a dagger will be your ruthless tactic."
The Penguin met the hulking freak's gaze without flinching: "But I'd rather stand by and do nothing, Bane. I already know what you're planning to do with Blackgate, which is why I'm wasting my breath talking to you."
There are things there that interest me, things that you could easily provide with a simple gesture while you're in a high position.
The Penguin pinched the brim of his hat: "His name is Ignatius Augirvi."
He used to be my right-hand man, Emperor Penguin; I treated him like my own child. Hehehe…”
The penguin lowered his head and laughed, but when he looked up, the smile on his face was quickly pulled away like a puppet that had lost control.
"He was someone who wanted to replace me."
"I still have so much to repay him, and he owes me a life... his recklessly squandered life. You must bring him to me."
Bain agreed.
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"Bruce, are you really sure about this?" Lucius Fox is the president and chief technology officer of Wayne Enterprises. He is Batman's personal scientist, one of his most trusted confidants, and one of the few who knows Batman's true identity.
"A completely sealed tempered glass jar, once closed, can never be opened again. It's completely sealed inside, multiple layers of sealing, so not even a single wisp of gas can leak out?"
Lucius repeatedly confirmed Chen Tao's request: "Is it equipped with high-tech devices capable of reducing a living person to the level of a quark, enough to kill a person in an instant and eliminate any possibility of resurrection?"
Scientists couldn't help but think to themselves, "Who could be reduced to quark-level particles and then revived?"
And what do you think Quark is? The ice cream you buy downstairs? Or some new browser?
So he could only scratch his head in exasperation: "Quark-level is impossible, but killing the person in the glass coffin directly is not a problem. The only problem is..."
"Bruce, are you really prepared to murder someone?"
(End of this chapter)