The shrill screams and charred, coke-like corpses were an utterly terrifying sight for anyone.
But for Nygma, standing some distance away and watching through binoculars, this was... just a little lacking.
Maybe next time, he should have those Firefly brothers turn up the heat. Char them? No, burn them straight to ash!
They actually dared collude with outsiders and come back for revenge?
Who gave them the nerve?
And their target had been Miao Mu's family, which made Nygma even more uncomfortable. His student had been among the targets too!
"Only flames can cleanse the soul. Pray to God."
Nygma casually tossed aside his binoculars. There was no need to keep watching those two Firefly brothers, who were skilled in arson.
Their equipment was made from Wayne Enterprises aerospace materials, and both the flames they sprayed and their fuel were highly concentrated.
Even if those Talon reserves had three lives each, they would not survive.
The only question was those CIA agents...
Should he kill them all, or let them go back?
It was a difficult choice, but Nygma thought tossing them into Arkham Asylum would work too.
At least they would be bargaining chips.
"What's that?"
Nygma looked up at a fireball streaking through the sky with a long trail of flame, shrieking as it descended.
It crashed into a nearby warehouse. The sign outside belonged to a used-car company.
Two pickup trucks stood at the entrance, marked down for sale.
After the fireball fell into the warehouse, Nygma peered in that direction. He could not see any change. It did not seem like a bomb?
Could it be a meteorite?
Nygma could not figure out what it was for the moment. Then, a red glow suddenly rose from the used-car warehouse.
The two pickup trucks parked outside began