Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 209 The Three of Us Kill
Arnold was uneasy tonight.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay Woody, we're safe here, right?"

He muttered to himself at the wooden doll in his hand. It had a pale lacquered face, crimson lips, and bulging round eyes. There was also a deep scratch on the right side of its face, making it look like a scar on a human face.

Although it is just a puppet, it looks hideous and terrifying under the dim light, with a strange feeling that is neither human nor inhuman.

"Arnold, my Arnold, my useless old friend." The doll's head twisted 180 degrees and pointed at the bald Mediterranean man who was holding it. Its jaw opened and closed, and a disdainful sound came out of its mouth, but the man's mouth did not move - if the scene at this time was changed to a performance stage, the audience would probably applaud his ventriloquism performance.

But in fact, the man known as the "ventriloquist" did not make any sound at this time, and the doll's speech did not come from his stomach, but from the doll's wooden mouth.

"From the moment I saw you in prison, I already knew you were a piece of hopeless scum. I just didn't expect you to be so rotten until today—Arnold, listen to me, lift your useless bald head and look at me."

Arnold was dejected as he accepted the criticism. Although he was an old man with completely white hair, he was like a child at this moment, dejected as he accepted the scolding from the puppet. It was obvious that in this room where no one else was, he didn't need to perform ventriloquism and puppetry stunts for anyone, that is, he believed from the bottom of his heart that the puppet was alive.

Or is it actually alive?

"I said, look at me!"

The sharp voice of the doll suddenly screamed in his ear, and Arnold shuddered in fear. The timid old man was frightened at this time. He immediately raised his head and looked at the doll in his hand with panic eyes.

"You're the fucking ventriloquist, and I'm the fucking Scarface. Do you fucking understand? Arnold, the ventriloquist! You and I are dominating Gotham right now. In the future, even that psychotic Joker will be crushed under our feet. We're the underworld bosses of Gotham! With Scarface here, we're destined to become the criminal kings of this city!"

The puppet raised its hands above its head, and Arnold's hands lifted it higher, until the puppet's body was fully revealed under the light. It wore specially made small black leather shoes, a striped suit, a tie, white gloves, a red rose on its chest, and a felt hat on its head. It actually looked a bit like a mafia.

Each of its hands was holding a miniature submachine gun, and it was laughing wildly. The scene looked like a mad mental patient having a hysterical outburst with his doll.

However, in fact, the situation at this time is just the opposite. Arnold usually obeys the orders of his puppet Woody and follows all his orders, thus becoming one of the super criminals in Gotham City.

But he was indeed crazy.

"Woody, don't scold me." He cried aggrievedly.

"Shut up!" Woody screamed. "Idiot! Someone's breaking in! Are those snipers outside just for show?"

He pointed the muzzle of the submachine gun at the door and pulled the trigger. A burst of dense gunfire rang out, and the thin iron door panel was immediately turned into a honeycomb and was scrapped after a while.

At the same time, footsteps were heard on both sides of the room. When the Falcone family's thugs heard the gunshots, they immediately rushed out. This was the warning signal that Scarface Boss had told them in advance.

boom--

Just when the visitor outside was about to be trapped between two sides, the wall of the room collapsed with a loud bang. Amidst the flying dust and broken bricks, a terrifying monster with a hunched body rushed out. The beast's golden vertical pupils lit up in the darkness, and its arms, as thick as an adult man's waist, bulged with strong muscles. The dark green scales all over its body gleamed in the moonlight, not to mention the thick long tail, as well as sharp teeth and claws.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!" "Killer Croc!" Woody picked up Arnold's frightened stuttering words and shouted fiercely, "You're looking for death! Everyone, focus your fire! I'm going to turn it into shoes!"

"Wait, wait." A voice suddenly sounded in Killer Croc's chest. Two-Face walked out from behind his protective arms and calmly adjusted his two-tone suit.

"Woody, we're here to negotiate with you today. There's no need for you to harbor such ill will—who knows, we might even become teammates in the future."

"Why, is the famous Two-Face also afraid of death?"

"Aren't you afraid? If you're not afraid of death, why would you join the Joker?"

"We're different, idiot."

Woody's sharp laughter echoed through the night sky. "I am a man of great ambition. Unlike you, I will not yield to anyone just to save my life. When the Joker takes over Gotham, I will replace him and become the master of Gotham!"

"Not good."

Harvey's face changed. Woody said this so blatantly, which meant that the people on both sides had all become his people. Otherwise, as long as one person informed the Joker, the first to die would be the Ventriloquist and Scarface.

The original plan was a decapitation operation, capturing the leader first. However, if the people on both sides were not just people who were working for a salary, but scarred assassins, then after killing the doll with one shot, the three would immediately be besieged by the desperate firepower of the others.

Fight or not?
In a flash, he had made up his mind.

"In that case, we have a basis for cooperation. You want the Joker to be destroyed, no problem." He continued, "I don't care who becomes the boss. I just don't want to follow the Riddler anymore. He's so hypocritical that it's disgusting. He even plans to send someone to recruit Batman, and Batman and I are sworn enemies. In that case, let's make a decision based on this."

He took out a black and white coin and said to Woody, "Heads, we'll do what we need to do; tails, I'll join the Joker and do your work."

The puppet's eyes rolled and his jaw opened and closed. "It's a deal."

So Harvey immediately threw the coin in his hand.

Ding--

Everyone's eyes followed the coin shining with a strange luster upwards.

"Right now!"

Harvey suddenly turned sideways, and behind him stood Ma Zhaodi. His pitch-black cloak blended into the night, and his pale ghost face came into view. He was as hideous and terrifying as a demon in a horror movie.

bang!

(End of this chapter)