Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 192 Boss, the patrol was captured by Batman

"Captain Gordon of the Gotham Police Department officially entered the war zone today to negotiate with those two lunatics. I'm truly happy to see him return unharmed. He's a true warrior."

"Bill, it's been half a month now, and the Gotham Police Department hasn't even finished rebuilding. I admit they've tried really hard, but their efforts are as useless as the Batman they support—those two guys said they wanted to hand over the Bat and end the war, but he totally refused to accept that."

"Damn it, those are two criminals! Frank, can you really believe what a criminal says?"

"Batman isn't even legal, and this Kite Man thing that's popping up lately—my God, you're practically making them heroes."

"Frank, they've saved hundreds of people in the past few days. If you could save that many people, I'd consider you a hero too."

"What about the war? The Joker and the Riddler are evenly matched, someone has to break the deadlock!"

The Riddler felt a little bored watching the two news anchors arguing pointlessly, so he turned off the TV.

At this moment, the communicator in his pocket rang.

"Boss, the perverted bicycle man is back."

Two minutes later, in the meeting hall.

The Riddler turned to Ma Zhaodi in the middle of the hall and asked, "I'm glad to see you back, but where's the Kite Man?"

"The Kite Man ran away."

Looking at Ma Zhaodi making his report with confidence, all the super criminals present showed expressions of contempt.

That guy is just a small character, with no special abilities except being able to fly with a kite. Why can you talk about such a shameful battle result so naturally?
Has Gotham City fallen to the point where such lousy super criminals are starting to appear?

The Riddler remained silent for a long moment before he finally said, "Thor."

"I'm here."

"I'm curious," he said. "I'm curious, did Kite Man shoot you?"

"No, he probably didn't have a gun."

"He never landed?"

"No, he was standing on the ground with a woman and a child."

"Was he too fast for you to shoot?"

"No, he took off long enough for me to hit him."

"You don't have any teammates around you?"

"There's a patrol with rifles."

The Riddler's expression suddenly turned gloomy and irritable. He asked word by word, "So, how did you let him get away?"

"Batman is here."

As soon as the words came out, the looks around suddenly changed, and everyone thought to themselves, this makes sense.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask."

The Riddler took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kill.

You can’t kill, you can’t kill, but at least you can’t do it casually, there must be a reason.

Otherwise, this loose alliance will become even more fragmented.

"Since you encountered that bat, you've managed to escape, but where's the patrol?"

"How do you think I escaped?"

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The Riddler's hand involuntarily reached for his waist. He wanted very much to shoot this useless person who was more trouble than good. But after a moment, he grasped his cane again.

"forget it."

He silently comforted himself, why bother, there is no need to be angry.

He finally figured out one thing: there was really no need for him to spend too much time and energy on a character like the perverted cyclist. No matter how bad the other party could do, he was just a fool with no intelligence.

Why should I get angry with him? The money has already been spent, so I can just use him as cannon fodder.

"Forget it," he said to Ma Zhaodi. "Since Batman helped Kite Man, they've probably formed an alliance. Kite Man is unlikely to join us again, and there's no need for us to look for him again. He's just a minor character anyway."

"Except for him, every villain in Gotham City has already chosen a side, either ours or the Joker's—speaking of which, Slade, have you dealt with all those who don't want to choose a side?"

"Except Catwoman, everything is taken care of."

A man stood up and responded to the Riddler's words. He wore a mask that was half black and half orange, and was dressed in tactical armor. He was armed with an automatic rifle, a pistol, and a tactical belt. He also had two long knives slung across his back and a telescopic staff at his waist. To say he was armed to the teeth was an understatement.

Slade Joseph Wilson, the world's deadliest mercenary, top assassin, super soldier who does things for money, top tactician, fighting master, master of all weapons.

He was originally a soldier in the U.S. military. Later, he was on the verge of death while on a mission. The military then performed special modifications on him, giving him extraordinary speed, strength, endurance, reaction ability, and self-healing ability. This saved his life, but also made Wilson, who was already a top soldier, become an even more deadly existence - the super villain "Deathstroke".

"Catwoman is hard to deal with?"

"She's a good escapee, and she's protected by Batman. Killing her will cost you extra money."

"How much?"

"Five times."

"Forget it." The Riddler shook his head. "She's just a cat. She won't affect the overall situation. She's not worth my money. We'll deal with her after we deal with Batman."

Having said that, he looked at Ma Zhaodi again.

"Thor, you and Deathstroke will go on a mission tomorrow."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the Riddler and wondered how he could be so courageous. He had already seen what evil he was capable of, yet he still dared to let him and Deathstroke go on another mission together.

"Gordon didn't agree to my request, nor did he agree to the Joker's request. But fortunately, I got a piece of news from the corrupt police in the police station. Starting tomorrow, Batman will patrol and guard the war zone. We can lock down his location tomorrow."

"You two go to the West Side, set up an ambush, and snipe that pesky Bat from a distance. If you can do it, that's great. If not, find a few of the Joker's henchmen in the West Side. Anyone will do: Mr. Freeze, Deadshot, the Penguin, or Solomon Grundy, who was easily kidnapped by the Joker."

"Get rid of them."

Deathstroke nodded, turned around and left without saying a word.

Ma Zhaodi also nodded. With the strong combination of himself and Deathstroke, they can fully achieve the effect of one plus one less than one. The outcome of this assassination is already doomed.

Absolutely no chance of success.

Meanwhile, on the Upper West Side.

The clown sitting behind the desk picked up the communicator and answered the pager.

"Joker, the Riddler is making a move."

"Ok?"

"He sent Deathstroke Slade to intercept Batman in the West End tomorrow."

"Um"

The clown picked up a pen and wrote down the address spoken in the communicator on a piece of paper.

"Oswald!" he folded the paper and shouted out the door.

"Send Deadshot to see me."

(End of this chapter)