Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 203: Encountering a Scarecrow on a Reconnaissance Mission. The Fear Gas is as Strong as a Monster, and Even with All My Efforts, I Can't Defeat It

"That being said, don't you think it would be better to be caught by Batman?"

Beside the Dingdang brothers, Master Clue spread his hands and said, "At least he won't kill anyone, and he'll keep us in a safe place. If we don't want to be dragged into this war, this is the only way to escape, right?"

The Dingdang brothers looked at each other and scratched their heads together.

"Bruce Wayne has already given the money to the Riddler, the Joker is doomed, and the situation is getting worse every day. We're gradually losing our territory, and everyone's a little worried."

"But I'm the Clue Master. I've figured it all out. Think about it, if we had rejected the Joker's offer to join him, we would have been dead. But if we switched sides and joined the Riddler now, he'd kill us too. Since we didn't join him right away, it's probably too late now."

The Clue Master asked, "I'm the Clue Master, but in reality, I don't fit in among that group of lunatics. What about you? Don't you have the same idea? You're just a little stronger, but you're not born killers or lunatics."

“You’re right, but” “We’re just here on patrol today.”

After hearing the two people's answers, the Clue Master couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah, yeah. We can only do what the Joker says and hope we don't get killed by the super criminals on the Riddler's side. Besides that, what else can we do?"

"You can still be afraid."

A hoarse, shrill voice rose from the river bank along with thick green fog. Then, a straw monster with a cloth bag on its head walked out of the fog. Its round eyes without pupils flashed with a strange green light, and its bloody mouth opened, revealing fangs dripping with blood.

Of course, this was the image presented in the eyes of the Clue Master who inhaled the fear gas. In fact, Ma Zhaodi outside the field saw his movements clearly - he just threw out a green fear gas grenade, and then relied on a special mask that could completely filter out the gas to walk into the exploding gas openly.

As the scarecrow walked out, the Clue Master's eyes also turned to him. In his eyes, the gradually approaching straw monster gradually became larger and larger, more and more terrifying, and finally turned into a vague and illusory black shadow, holding him tightly in its palm. His body, spirit, and even the ability to think were crushed by it again and again, and assimilated into part of that nothingness.

“Ah, ahh ...

He fell to the ground, curled up and hunched over, subconsciously using this posture to protect himself; his eyes looked blankly ahead, his pupils had lost focus, his hair was covered with dust and dirt from the river, and only his mouth was still instinctively making screams of terror.

The Scarecrow laughed grimly. He took a deep breath of the thick fear in the air and listened carefully to the painful wail of the Clue Master. This feeling excited him, made him tremble, and filled him with satisfaction. Jonathan Crane's obsession with fear surpassed almost anyone else in the world, and the pleasure he got from spreading fear surpassed almost anything else in the world.

He was very satisfied with the effect of his new poison gas, so he ignored the Clue Master who had lost the ability to resist, and turned his attention to the Dingdang brothers who were running wildly in the distance. It must be said that although they were fat, they were both quite agile.

"Escape, my friend, escape, escape into the endless nightmare."

Saying this, the Scarecrow chased after them slowly. The two men had just stood next to the Clue Master. Even if they ran fast enough, they inevitably inhaled some of the fear poison gas. The more they moved, the faster their blood flowed, and the easier it was for the poison gas to take effect. They would have hallucinations, visual hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations after running only a few dozen steps.

"Ah, no, no" "Yes! Don't come over here!"

Sure enough, after running a few more steps, the Dingdang brothers began to scream and wail, then turned around and ran towards the scarecrow. Then, after seeing the scarecrow approaching step by step, they all fell to the ground with a thud.

"Now, gentlemen, it's your turn to experience the beauty of fear—isn't it wonderful, Joker's soldiers?"

“Wouldn’t it be a wonderful thing to wake up from the nightmare of your life?” “No, no” “No, no!”

The Scarecrow didn't care about the wailing of the fallen Jingle brothers. He stretched out his two sleeves and pointed them at their faces.

"No, it's not wonderful at all, Jonathan. I know you're having fun, but my mask is not a gas mask. It can't filter out your fear gas. Can you give me the antidote or something first?"

Jonathan looked back at Ma Zhaodi, who was hiding in the distance, and sneered, "Why bother? You're useless anyway. I can handle these three opponents by myself, and I don't need your help. Or rather, I'd love to see you collapse in fear. Why don't you try the fear gas yourself?"

"You didn't even spare your teammates. You're quite the character." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Well, at least I tried my best. Since you don't plan to let me participate in the battle, I'll just watch from the side."

"It's over. There was no fighting—"

boom!
As soon as the Scarecrow finished speaking, a heavy kick came down from the sky and kicked him out.

"Who—Batman? Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

The Scarecrow covered his chest, which was kicked so hard that he was short of breath, and was unable to stand up for a long time. Ma Zhaodi couldn't tell whether Batman had shown mercy in that blow, or whether he had simply given the Scarecrow a normal attack?

"Jonathan, your journey of fear ends here. Come back to the Gotham Police Department with me."

Batman, who fell from the sky, unilaterally announced the Scarecrow's end in a cold tone. He was wearing a breathing mask on his face. His nearly two-meter-tall body blocked the moonlight, and the large shadow he cast enveloped the Scarecrow.

Looking at the dark figure of the bat and listening to the other party's oppressive voice, the Scarecrow trembled all over. There was no doubt that Batman met all his beautiful imaginations of fear.

He watched tremblingly as the other approached, then jumped up and punched Batman.

click-

"what--!"

The familiar sound of broken bones, the familiar rhythm, this was not surprising at all.

However, at this moment, a puff of smoke burst out from the cuff of the scarecrow's broken arm. The smoke was a bright green, completely different from the previous one.

Ma Zhaodi, who was watching the battle from the side, shook his head secretly.

"Strong fear gas? I'm afraid it won't be of much use."

However, the next moment, he suddenly realized the problem.

"Oh my god! Brother Dingdang is still within the range of the poisonous smoke!"

(End of this chapter)