Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 210 Boss, the Perverted Bicycle Man is Back
After the gunshot rang out, the entire stadium fell silent.

Ma Zhaodi blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, casually twirled it, and then sheathed it at his waist.

Two-Face took a few steps back, caught up with the coin rolling upright on the ground, picked it up, and waved it regretfully at the gunmen: "Sorry, the result is neither heads nor tails—there's nothing I can do about it."

"No, no, no!"

Arnold howled in despair as he picked up the wooden doll that had been shot down from the ground. Woody now had a bullet hole in his head; he was silent, and his eyes had stopped moving, as if being shot through the forehead had truly turned him back into an ordinary doll.

"No! Woody, don't leave me!"

He hugged the puppet and wailed, completely ignoring everyone around him, and didn't even give the order for revenge. This was Arnold's personality—cowardly, even somewhat weak, unable to do anything bad on his own.

He is only a complete supervillain ventriloquist when he is holding the Woody doll.

“I think you all probably have some serious illness.” Ma Zhaodi sighed and slowly took a step back. “That thing isn’t even that good-looking. Those creepy doll faces gave me the amusement park effect.”

“I guess you’re referring to the uncanny valley effect,” Killer Croc interjected. “You should read more books.”

"Pretty much, that's the gist of it, just get the gist—how could you possibly think of making such a strange doll your leader? It's not even alive, it's some kind of alternate personality of a ventriloquist."

"How dare you! How dare you insult Boss Woody!"

"Woody will be back! Kill these three bastards first to avenge him!"

"Wait, wait, if your boss comes back, wouldn't it seem a bit strange to seek revenge for him?"

Ma Zhaodi was still speaking, but he had already retreated from where he had fired the shot to stand in front of Killer Croc, side by side with Two-Face.

"Don't talk to him about chivalry, let's all charge in together!"

Seeing everyone raise their submachine guns, Two-Face shouted, "Wayne!"

Killer Croc activated, its massive body lunging forward and using its thick arms to shield Two-Face and Ma Zhaodi. The next second, a dense storm of bullets completely enveloped it. Metal bullets scraped against its hard scales, creating sparks. Some bullets pierced its skin, only to be stopped by its incredibly strong and resilient muscles, penetrating just a centimeter or two—a depth that, for Killer Croc's size, was merely a superficial wound.

Although it wasn't very lethal, Killer Croc's blood still splattered everywhere with the rain of bullets. The pain all over his body made him very uncomfortable, so he charged forward at full speed, heading straight for Arnold, who was kneeling and crying.

"woooooo"

"Oh, God"

Unbeknownst to the three, while they faced a hail of bullets, the riddle-maker on the other side laughed.

"Finally."

At this moment, he sat in the hall, listening to the voices of Ma Zhaodi and the other two on his phone, and summarized to the other supervillains in the hall: "This time, I won."

He seemed quite confident and in control.

The supervillains listened calmly, seemingly unsurprised by the Riddler's eavesdropping. Cooperation among supervillains is inherently fraught with intrigue, and the Riddler's methods are not unusual among villains—whoever has the ability can simply find the listening devices on their person; it's a covert struggle among bad guys.

Angrily rebuking the riddle-maker for eavesdropping only makes one appear stupid and incompetent, and such a person will naturally become the most easily fooled cannon fodder in the eyes of others.

Clearly, the Riddler finally won today, and the freak biker no longer had the chance to escape by betraying his teammates. Whether he successfully retreated or was killed on the spot, Killer Croc and Two-Face were in the same predicament as him, and Killer Croc had an even greater chance of survival.

Poison Ivy listened with great interest, and casually recounted the other supervillains in the room.

Mudface, Mr. Zas, Firefly, and himself—before anyone knew it, the Riddler's team had been reduced to this extent.

Of course, the Joker's situation is even worse. He only has five cards left: Man-Bat, Mr. Freeze, Mad Hatter, Penguin, and Solomon Grundy, while his ordinary henchmen are practically negligible.

Just then, the intense gunfire from the bug suddenly stopped, and Killer Croc's voice rang out again.

“If you pull the trigger again, I won’t die, but your boss will be riddled with bullets—everyone, put down your guns.” As the guns were put down one after another, Killer Croc breathed a sigh of relief: “Now, let’s leave.”

"No." A deep, hoarse voice rang out: "You're all coming back to prison with me."

Ok?
All eyes suddenly focused on the riddle-maker's phone; everyone recognized the voice, of course.

The riddle-maker's expression suddenly became somewhat distorted.

Batman!

He forced out those words through gritted teeth, but after a moment, he took a deep breath and said coldly, "Since he's there, then the freak biker is probably not coming back—it's a pity, but it's a sacrifice that had to be made."

However, as the cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, Ma Zhaodi's whispered words also reached the Riddler's ears through the walkie-talkie he carried with him.

"Wayne, I feel like we're not going to escape today."

“If we run together, we definitely won’t escape,” Wellen replied in a low voice. “But if someone covers our rear, there’s still a chance.”

"Wayne, I'll cover you, you run."

"No, you're the messenger. I'll cover you, you run."

"But."

“Wayne is right,” Two-Face interjected. “This is the best arrangement. Only he has the ability to fight Batman head-on and has a chance to escape. None of us do.”

"..." The Riddler paused, then added, "Wayne's approach was clever; at least two of us managed to escape."

“Harvey, I won’t let you get away again—this time not.”

hum-

That's the sound of a bathide grappling hook piercing the air, grabbing its target, and then tightening violently.

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi's cry of alarm rang out again: "No! Harvey!"

"go!"

With a roar from the killer crocodile, the sound of a hook gun rang out once more.

"Wayne!"

"I'll grab the grappling hook! You go first!"

Then, it seemed as if someone had smashed through a wall.

"No!"

"No!"

At this moment, the Riddler and Ma Zhaodi were 100% synchronized.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

The riddle-maker sat back down in his chair with a look of despair on his face. Everyone could tell that he was probably feeling a little tired.

About twenty minutes later, a riddle-solving soldier came in and delivered a message to him.

"Boss, the perverted biker is back."

(End of this chapter)