In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 32: Deal with the Penguin

"Oh, my friend, you have finally come out of your little base. Is that your weapon? It is a perfect big thing."

The Penguin walked into the factory and immediately saw the tall black-gold puppet full of steel and technological beauty.

"Where's the stuff?"

Qingshui took off his welding mask and looked at the penguin humanely.

"Boss, everything is outside. There are more than twenty guns and thousands of bullets! There are also blast shields and bulletproof vests!"

The accountant bowed and nodded towards the clear water channel.

"Hey, this little gun is just a small business. If you can mass produce this thing and sell it, I guarantee you can become the first... well, the second richest man in Gotham."

The Penguin rubbed his hands and looked at Black Gold with a cigar in his mouth.

This thing looks like it has extraordinary combat power.

“Why the second richest man?”

Qingshui asked the Penguin Man.

"Because the richest man in Gotham is Bruce Wayne, this alone won't allow you to gain wealth beyond the Wayne Group."

The Penguin pushed up his glasses.

"How about it? Do you want us to cooperate? You provide the technology, and I provide the resources and channels. Then who cares about Batman? No matter how strong he is, can he defeat an army of robots like this?"

"Unfortunately, this thing was created only for me to use. Even if I gave you all the skills, you wouldn't be able to make it move."

Shimizu stretched out his left hand and used chakra lines invisible to the naked eye to control the black gold to walk to his side and decompose it, then covered his entire body within three seconds.

"Let's go."

The huge black puppet took steady yet swift steps towards the factory gate.

Buying ordinary things from Penguin only requires money, but those extraordinary things, such as Quinn Enterprises' small cutting-edge sensors, require more than just money.

Fortunately, the Penguin Man knew some of Qingshui's background, so he tried to cooperate with Qingshui.

Shimizu paid through Penguin's channels to purchase arms to develop the gang, and purchased materials and high-tech products to strengthen the puppets. Penguin also needed an ally who did not appear to have much to do with him but was very capable to help him deal with some opponents.

This time it was just a test to see how strong Shimizu, a fellow villain who escaped from Arkham Asylum where Batman and Nightwing were, would be.

As of now, it has exceeded Penguin's expectations.

"It's too conspicuous to just go there. I'll sell you the truck for a friendly price of only fifty thousand dollars."

The Penguin Man stood at the door with a smile on his face, pointing at a large truck parked in the open space in front.

"I want you to help me get rid of the Sbaleta family on Dirk Street. They robbed a batch of my goods last month. Although they did it very covertly and I have no evidence, I am sure it was them who did it. Get rid of Simmons Sbaleta and his son John Sbaleta, and Dirk Street will be your territory."

"We have no reason to do anything. Please help us find one."

Qingshui took a look at the big truck and said to the penguin.

"Isn't this simple? Just pick one at random. For example, you can directly put the blame on them for the death of Chidi Cole, the former boss of your Cole Gang. This can also help you avoid a conflict with the Two-Faced Gang, right?"

The Penguin took a puff of his cigar and replied.

“Okay, but we’re not called the Cole Gang now, we’re called the Hogg United.

I can’t afford $50,000, and although your car has been modified, it’s second-hand, at most $30,000, and,

"make a deal."

Penguin said cheerfully.

Shimizu: …

I miscalculated. I should have lowered the price a little more.

"I'll take the 30,000 on credit first. I don't have any money." "It doesn't matter. The interest rate here is very low, only 3%..."

"Oh, that's really low. How about I borrow one million first..."

"You just said you wanted to borrow one million at a three percent monthly interest rate, right?"

The Penguin pushed up his glasses, a smile on his old face.

"You call this a low interest rate?"

"Of course, among all the loan sharks in Gotham, I am the most conscientious one. Others will give you an interest rate that is impossible to pay, but I am different. I will stick to the limit and squeeze out every bit of your value, so that you can better create more wealth for me to harvest."

The Penguin said proudly, pulling out a calculator from his coat pocket.

"You just said you wanted to borrow one million, plus the thirty thousand for the truck, so the interest for one month is..."

"I won't lend it to you anymore. I'll return the thirty thousand to you tomorrow."

"Well, that's a shame, but at 3% a month, the interest that day is also 1% a thousandth, so you have to make up for it when you pay me back tomorrow."

Qingshui was speechless.

This guy really has ways to make money, but he will also try his best to squeeze every penny just as he said.

"The driver is my man. He will take you to find Simmons Spallett. I wish you good luck. Also, don't make too much noise. Although someone from the Gotham Police Department will help us suppress it, it's best to keep it as small as possible to avoid being targeted by the Batboy. Finally..."

The Penguin took off his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"My driver's salary is fifty dollars an hour, and you have to pay that as well."

This damn money-grubbing bastard.

"set off!"

Shimizu walked into the bed of the truck and shouted to his men.

"Wuhu!"

"Go, go, go!"

"Fuck those sons of bitches!"

……

The gang cheered, grabbed their newly acquired weapons, and got on the motorcycles.

The gate of the truck compartment was lowered, the roar of motorcycle and truck engines starting up sounded, and a group of people rushed towards the street in a mighty manner.

"Boss, will you win?"

A man in a suit stood behind the Penguin, watching the people from Hogwarts United disappear at the end of the street.

"It should be no problem. The puppet master's strength may far exceed our previous assessment. Just look at the big thing he is wearing. It's just that his subordinates are not very good. It seems that they have never done hard work. I guess they can only fight in favorable battles and wave flags and shout cheers."

The Penguin Man leaned on his umbrella and looked at the sky.

Night fell quietly and the sky over Gotham became dark and gloomy.

That's the color of Gotham, and it's also the color of the bat.

but……

"Perhaps soon, the underworld structure of Gotham will undergo significant changes. Although it won't be a complete change, if we make an investment now, we should be able to make a lot of money. At least I'm sure we won't lose money."

The Penguin looked at the time on his watch, opened the limousine next to him and got in.

"Let's go, Bob. It's time to talk business with Maroni. We can't waste precious time that can make money."

"Yes, boss."

(End of this chapter)