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Chapter 204: Boss, Jonathan and three other super criminals were captured by Batman
Batman's reaction was faster than Ma Zhaodi's.

The first thing he did was turn his head to look at the Dingdang brothers on the ground, then he immediately picked up the scarecrow and ran away, trying to get the source of the poison gas away from there.

However, his speed was not fast enough after all, or rather, the Scarecrow's self-explosion was so sudden and unexpected.

The bright emerald green smoke was so thick that it seemed to be substantial. After exploding from the scarecrow's body, it quickly spread from the ground, spread out, then rose up and flowed into the mouths and noses of the Jingle Brothers through the air.

click-

"what!"

"Antidote."

Bat's voice was hoarse and dull, filled with suppressed anger.

"You want the antidote, Batman. You want to save them both?"

Scarecrow fell to the ground, enduring the severe pain in his arms, and said to Batman: "It's very simple. You let me go, and then I will tell you the location of the antidote - there is no need to think of other ways. I don't have the antidote with me, so the situation now is very simple."

"Batman, you and I, let's make a deal. You let me go, and then we get the antidote, and Brother Jingle can live."

"Or you take me back to the police station, and Scarecrow will be defeated by Batman again, but the Jingle Brothers will die—and it will be your choice. In other words, you killed them with your own hands."

"Choose, Batman, choose." Sackhead looked at the expressionless Batman and laughed sinisterly, "Let me go, or kill these two people yourself? Or, do the lives of criminals mean nothing to you?"

During the standoff, he glanced several times, stealthily and quickly, toward the alley where Ma Zhaodi was hiding. He clearly hoped that this teammate, whom he had disliked just a minute ago, would step forward, creating some uncertainty for him, a chance to escape. In other words, he didn't even need to step forward; as long as Batman noticed the perverted cyclist still hiding on the field, his attention would naturally be distracted.

However, this time, he was disappointed.

The alley was dark and no sound could be heard. Batman did not turn back to look, but simply threw him to the ground, grabbed his calves and punched him twice.

With two snaps, the scarecrow's legs broke off. The severe pain went straight from his legs to his brain, causing his eyes to roll back and he fainted.

After Scarecrow fell unconscious, Batman took out two candies from his tactical belt, one red and one white.

"Only milk candy can detoxify, right?"

In the alley, a man in a black robe holding a signal jammer walked out.

"Yes, fruit candy can only heal wounds."

"Do you have any more candies?"

Ma Zhaodi casually threw three white candies over: "Don't use it carelessly. If it's not a lethal poison, don't waste the candies—they're not cheap."

Batman's mind raced as he took the candy. Was it expensive? Did he buy it? Or were the raw materials expensive? Could it be mass-produced? Did Ma Zhaodi have the formula?
He did not ask directly, but came to the Dingdang brothers first, took out some candies and gave them to eat. However, Master Clue did not receive such treatment, as the poison he was infected with was not fatal.

At this time, Ma Zhaodi, who was chewing candy, walked to the scarecrow that was still emitting green smoke, and looked at the injuries on his body in amazement.

"Look at that kick. I don't know how many bones in your chest were broken. You look like you wanted to kill Jonathan."

"No, I just put my two hundred and ten pounds of weight on him."

"six."

It was early morning of the next day.

"Boss, the perverted bicycle man is back."

Hearing this familiar reporting voice, the Riddler drew his pistol with his remaining good hand and ran straight to the meeting room.

Two minutes later.

The Riddler looked at Ma Zhaodi, who stood in the center of the hall. He still looked unharmed. This time, his black robe wasn't even stained with dust, let alone blood or bullet holes. He was even more calm than last time.

The Riddler had a gloomy face and raised his gun at Ma Zhaodi, who was wearing a black robe.

"Psycho Biker, where's Jonathan with you?"

"Caught by Batman."

All the remaining super criminals present looked at each other tacitly. They were already somewhat accustomed to Ma Zhaodi's style.

The Riddler's expression darkened, and he asked, "Thor."

"I'm here."

"I'm getting a little impatient now," he said. "You tell me Batman beat Jonathan—but I assigned you a reconnaissance mission, right?"

"Oh, that's true."

"Why would you choose to fight Batman during a reconnaissance mission? Why not just run?"

"We met the Clue Master and the Jingle Brothers sent by the Joker in the East District?"

"You fought?"

"They are here to investigate, too. We can't just ignore them."

"And then Batman took advantage of it?"

"You can say that."

"Have you ever considered that this time, with you included, there are five people against one Batman?"

"Boss, you know, Scarecrow is a mess when he fights. He treats his teammates and opponents the same. I can't help him at all. I've asked him about it, but he insists on going alone. I can't persuade him at all."

"Besides, I still have to do the reconnaissance mission. While Batman is taking them away, I can go to the Upper West Side to do some reconnaissance. It's safe now."

The Riddler felt a trance in his heart. This conversation was so familiar, not in terms of content, but in terms of feeling.

That natural, skilled, non-stick shamelessness of selling out teammates for legitimate reasons - most importantly, those are his men, his strength and his team.

"That's your teammate!"

"Boss, we're super villains. We can't be too soft-hearted," Ma Zhaodi said earnestly. "Think about it. If I hadn't sold out my teammates, I would have been captured by Batman when I was recruiting Kite Man. How could I have gone on missions with Deathstroke? How could I have accompanied you to the dinner? How could I have completed the reconnaissance mission tonight?"

"Without me, they'd still be doomed, but with me, at least one of them would survive, which is a good thing."

Isn't there no difference at all?
The Riddler covered his face with one hand in pain. Everyone could see that the more Ma Zhaodi said, the more he regretted it - if you think about it carefully, he might as well have been captured by Batman directly.

At least in this way, he wouldn't suffer both physical and mental torture.

"Finish reporting on tonight's investigation, and then get out of here," he said. "I'll never count on a useless piece of shit like you to complete a mission again. From now on, your only responsibility will be to follow the team and pass on intelligence."

Ma Zhaodi spread his hands: "I have no objection."

"So what did you scout out tonight?"

"There's been no activity from the Joker camp; they're still on guard and patrol as normal. However, three of the super criminals are missing: Clue Master and the Dingdang brothers. I heard they were indeed in the East District tonight on a reconnaissance mission."

"roll!"

(End of this chapter)