Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 70 The Yakuza plotted against me!
  Since the incident this time was caused by Hei not showing up in the mental space for several days in a row, the two made a brief plan and roughly agreed on a time to go online every few days.

The other private time is when everyone works hard to improve.

Fixed shared communication can make the progress of the two people appear superimposed, so that the shortcomings of white and black will gradually disappear, and they will become hexagonal warriors tending to perfection.

Before leaving, Bai finally hesitated to knock down all the transparent barriers that separated the spiritual world.

However, this proposal was rejected by Hei on the grounds that he should not do anything that might have unknown dangerous consequences.

When Bai returned, Hei looked at the sewer wall that was full of holes that Bai had just knocked, and shook his head.

He had to change places, and although he was well aware that Batman had taken control of his hideout, appearances were always necessary.

When they reached the centralized drainage outlet of the sewer, Terry stood on a high platform of more than seven or eight meters and snapped his fingers.

The dark water surface rippled, and a dead tree full of knots quietly surfaced.

"I gotta get out of here, Waylon."

But alas, imagination is always beautiful.

After originally hearing that Gotham City was a paradise for crime, Waylon Jones, who suffered atavistic mutations in his body, followed the river and sneaked into Gotham City's sewer system after escaping from prison.

But when Terry's strength gradually increased to the point where he could easily break both of his arms, Killer Crocodile panicked, looked at the opponent's hands grabbing his neck, and hurriedly began to beg for mercy.

But it doesn't matter. No matter who the previous resident was, if he tore the real owner into pieces, the land would belong to him.

But he didn't expect that many places here contained traces of human life, which made Waylon understand that this territory did not belong to him for the time being.

But in the end he said nothing because he had already tried twice.

"I advise you to give up this idea, you can't even defeat me."

"Batman has discovered this place and it's not safe to stay any longer."

Because his vocal cords have also mutated, Killer Croc's tone is like the roar of a dinosaur in a synthesized documentary.

An angry roar rose from Killer Croc's throat, and he wanted to retort.

Then kill some gangsters and gradually dominate Gotham City with violence.

Like a guy who only has brute force in his mind, but his own brute force is not very strong, Terry directly took the information on the spot and made the violent Killer Crocodile bang his head against the suddenly extra wall, and then aimed at the killer. The crocodile smashed its head hard, smashing four or five concrete blocks, then rode on the waist of the dazed Killer Crocodile and continued to smash with his fists.

"Why should we be afraid of Batman? If he dares to come over, the two of us will work together to kill him."

Killer Croc didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that he could turn over and bite Terry to pieces after recovering quietly for a while.

Killer Croc, who had just arrived, finally waited until the day when his real owner came back to rest, Terry Pickles, who had just escaped from prison.

"why?"

Killer Crocodile opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and dirty, foul-smelling black water continued to drip down the edge of its crocodile-shaped snout.

Terry clicked his tongue.

The dead wood moved, and several bubbles appeared around it.

Then a huge figure stood up from the water. It was a monster that had the characteristics of both a crocodile and a human. Its limbs were as thick as a bucket and a height of more than two meters, which all showed that this guy had strange powers that ordinary people could not match. .

This was the first time the two met.

Killer Crocodile, which took some time to recover, attacked Terry again, but it still failed. However, Terry did not kill the opponent. Instead, he warned him not to appear a third time, and then released Killer Croc into the water. Lived.

He doesn't have any use for those areas where sewage is stored, and it's easy to control someone like Killer Crocodile who has brute force but no IQ. I can’t tell when it will come in handy.

"You just continue to stay here. After all, your appearance is not suitable for living in the city."

Terry looked at the monster under the high platform as if he were looking at his own pet.

"It's best not to go out and cause trouble. I will find a way to send you some food regularly - also, if you are caught by Batman for being stupid while I am away, then when we meet next time , I will turn your idiot into a cripple who can no longer hurt anyone."

"Your brute force is the only thing I can appreciate, but if your brute force is used in places it shouldn't be used and is of no use at all, then there is no need for your brute force to exist."

Killer Crocodile looked coldly at Terry, who was looking down at him, bared his teeth, and finally escaped into the water in silence.

This location is not ideal. If he makes the guy above him angry, he will not be able to bear the impact of hundreds of kilograms of concrete cubes being thrown down at once.

Terry looked at the dark water with only a string of bubbles left, and shrugged indifferently.

Of course he knew that it would be difficult to recapture Killer Croc with just one or two efforts, but it didn't matter, because this guy would be caught by Batman really quickly.

Next time, Terry, who is fully prepared, will crush Killer Croc with a more terrifying attitude, and when he is about to kill him, he will pretend to be compassionate for the last time.

This is also a small experiment to see if those relatively rudimentary psychological techniques can make you a loyal thug.

After leaving the sewer, Terry found a convenience store, knocked out the teller, and made an emergency call using the other person's cell phone.

"Tell your Commissioner Gordon to contact Batman immediately - there is a humanoid crocodile monster that can eat people in the sewers of Gotham City. The location is probably here at No. 3 Mond Street."

After saying that, Terry threw down his cell phone, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and walked into the night with his hands in his pockets.

With Dark Core's problem solved, he'll soon have a few more names crossed off his revenge list.

But until then, Terry has one more high-ranking plan on his list of life goals.

In addition to revenge, Hei now had to think about how to prepare a coming-of-age gift for Bai.

"I am the first important guest that Bai invited and informed. The gifts I give cannot be compared to anyone else!"

"If possible, I really want to go to Superman's Fortress of Solitude and touch something. The Hall of Justice is also fine. There must be a lot of interesting things there."

"There's less than half a month left, it's too hasty."

Fifteen minutes later, in the Batcave, Dick and Bruce, wrapped in bandages and drinking hot tea, were staring at each other.

They had just received news from Gordon, and then found the caller through the city-wide surveillance connected to the Batcomputer.

Alfred, who had also met Terry Pickles and even gave Terry a game console as a boy, was very happy at the moment.

"I knew he was a good boy. You see, he can get some unique information."

Dick said nothing, just looked at Bruce with teasing eyes.

It's a pity that Bruce's face is thicker than expected. He just said to himself expressionlessly: "Maybe he has other purposes."

Then he glanced at Dick, who was still injured, and the latter turned his head obviously not wanting to look at him.

"I'm going to go there and take a look now. You stay in the Batcave and don't run around."

The next day, Arkham Asylum has a new guest who is confused and begins to feel uneasy.

It's a pity that Killer Croc never thought that he was being plotted by Terry.

(End of this chapter)