Missed Appointment

"I mean, after all, the Joker kidnapped Mayor Carlo. He's the mayor, even if his power isn't that great and he's full of ambition, he's still the mayor of Gotham City."

"Wouldn't the Joker do something to him...?"

Chen Tao interrupted him, "Why would the bait have a problem before the fish bites?"

Although he said that, if it were the real Batman, he would have gone to rescue him immediately. Because if he broke his promise, the Joker might not harm Mayor Carlo, but he might also.

The outcome of this matter would be an unknown result, it could develop in a good direction, but it could also develop in a bad one—therefore!

The real Batman wouldn't gamble with someone else's life based on his understanding of the Joker.

But Chen Tao was different.

The transmigrator chose to go all in.

Anyway, if he lost the gamble, it wouldn't be his life on the line.

He wouldn't be like a stray dog, summoned and dismissed by the Joker, then go beat up other Arkham inmates until he was sick of it.

The lunatics Bane released from Arkham definitely needed to be dealt with, there was no other way, but not like this. That's when these mercenaries would come in handy. Otherwise, why would he spend money?

To deal with Bane while exhausted? He wasn't stupid.

Instead, he planned to use Bane's own plan to annoy the man.

"Was the item delivered to the Joker?"

Tim nodded like a pecking chicken.

An amusement park on the outskirts.

The Joker's various strangely shaped henchmen sat listlessly in bumper cars or on the Ferris wheel.

These bumper cars were modified cannon cars, literal killing machines. The Ferris wheel's speed had been increased, so if Batman dared to get on, his brains would be shaken to a pulp—

But none of this mattered.

The Joker told them Batman would come, and the other party had already stood them up for two hours.

"Impossible, I made it so obvious to Penguin... Batman would never do something like this!"

The Joker was somewhat frantic, "This isn't Batman!"

Scarecrow's voice sounded from beside him:

"Perhaps Penguin didn't notify Bat—"

"Impossible!"

The Joker said, "I saw him send the message with my own eyes."

He paced back and forth anxiously, even his smile had faded considerably.

He rushed over and grabbed Mayor Carlo by the collar, "Hey, aren't you some kind of alien robot or puppet?"

"No, no, I'm just an ordinary person, a genuine human! Please let me go!" The mayor cried. He wasn't tied up at all, but he still didn't dare to escape.

The reason he cried wasn't because of the Joker's threats, but because there were four pressure-release landmines under the seat he was sitting on, and a remote and timed dual-mode bomb around his neck. The man was a walking powder keg.

Moved? Couldn't move.

"Perhaps Batman is busy," Scarecrow said. "This long wait has almost made me lose my patience. Why can't we go do something else, something that truly brings fear to this city, that controls this city, instead of being stuck in this boring amusement park?"

Seeing that the Joker completely ignored him and was muttering to himself like a madman, Scarecrow felt a surge of anger:

"Why can't Bat—"

"I know Batman! When Batman lifts his tail, I know what kind of bat shit he's going to drop!"

The Joker said, looking unusually normal, with a logical deduction like a pale-skinned detective.

Scarecrow thought the Joker was even sicker.

But at that moment, a drone intruded into the Joker's meticulously arranged trap.

Scarecrow watched the Joker chase after it, shouting excitedly, happy like a child about to receive candy.

A tape recorder was hanging under the Bat-drone.

The Joker eagerly took down the tape recorder and pressed the play button.

"This is Batman."

The Joker's face immediately showed a delighted expression, thinking, You're finally here, but his face turned furious the next second.

Because he heard Batman say:

"Joker, you are not the biggest threat right now. Stop sending me messages through Penguin. I'm afraid Bane might misunderstand that I don't take him seriously enough."

"The police, the National Guard, or someone else will come to clean up your mess later. Stop bothering me."

"Uh oh," Scarecrow said.

And in the next second, he met Joker's bloodshot eyes.

Bane arrived at Blackgate Penitentiary Island under the cover of night.

Most of his subordinates were already landing. He gathered the men he had dispersed throughout Gotham City, the strongmen brought from Santa Prisca.

He led the entire squad through the water into Blackgate Penitentiary... via the sewage pipes.

Normally, the grates in the sewage pipes would be electrified, but since they had already taken two punches from Bane, that was no longer a problem.

Bane and his subordinates knew every inch of Blackgate Penitentiary. Clearly, this was part of the entire plan, and it had been meticulously orchestrated for a long time.

Before Bane could fully infiltrate Blackgate Penitentiary, a massive prison break had already occurred within its walls. So, when Bane arrived... the revelry was at its peak.

After Bane had systematically broken the necks of hundreds of men, no one dared to challenge his authority anymore.

Beep, beep, beep...

Bane answered his phone.

Penguin's somewhat exasperated voice came from the other end: "I feel like that silly kid in elementary school who gets caught between two classmates with different personalities, having to relay messages back and forth."

He said, "I have a file on who Joker is. I can guarantee you, this file definitely came from Batman."

He said, "I don't know why Batman would give this file to you, but I think he believes you can make good use of it."

"Send it over," Bane replied calmly, then hung up the phone and said, "Bring the warden and his cronies... I want to fully integrate the prison's military strength."

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Bruce Wayne, Lincoln March, Chief Operating Officer of March Ventures—"

"A candidate for the Mayor of Gotham City this term. Yes, I know. Furthermore, the diagnostic branch of March Ventures in the East District, established by Leslie Thompkins, was funded by you, wasn't it?"

Chen Tao spoke the information he had seen before the banquet, but suddenly felt a buzzing in his head.

He recognized who the other person was!

Lincoln March—wasn't this guy one of the Court of Owls' subordinates?

Chen Tao looked at him. This Talon from the Court of Owls gave a proper smile: "Regarding investment, I'm very interested. I want to be a part of it too. Bruce, can we discuss the details?"

Chen Tao stared at him intently.

"Mr. Bruce?"

"Of course," Chen Tao replied. "What are your thoughts?"

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