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Chapter 229 is not an escape

Chapter 229 is not an escape
The Mad Hatter's angry shouts echoed through the hall.

"Idiots! What are you all doing! I told you to kill her!"

However, no one else in the theater reacted to the Mad Hatter's words. Neither the ordinary people wearing hats nor the gunmen without hats rushed forward.

"Stop struggling, you have no one to help you right now."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I clearly have ultimate control over them, they couldn't possibly betray me—the hat I made wouldn't betray me!"

The Mad Hatter couldn't understand what was happening. He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and frantically pressed the red button on it, but it still didn't work.

boom!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground rang out, and the Mad Hatter then noticed that a Falcone family gunman dressed in a suit had suddenly gone limp and collapsed to the ground. His body was writhing on the ground, and his expression was both bewildered and joyful, as if he had seen some wonderful illusion.

The first person to fall was like a signal; after him, the sounds of people falling to the ground echoed one after another, and everyone in the theater collapsed one after another.

"Why do you think I've been wasting my time talking to you like this?" Poison Ivy asked. "Do you think the Riddler would simply send me here to my death?"

Hearing Poison Ivy's taunts, the Mad Hatter angrily smashed the remote control in his hand. He reached into his hat, pulled out a miniature submachine gun, and aimed it at Poison Ivy.

"What did you do!?"

Poison Ivy laughed.

"Of course you can't tell what I've done. Look around you. You had all this arranged, didn't you? Cakes, soda, candy, and powdered sugar. They're so sweet that they've numbed your sense of smell, making it impossible for you to distinguish the fragrance of flowers in the air."

She gently stroked the clusters of tiny flowers on the inner armor. At this moment, the faint, hidden fragrance of these flowers continued to spread into the air.

"A beautiful flower, isn't it? It's a special variety that I developed. Its fragrance can produce a pretty hallucinogenic effect, but the other person needs to stay in this fragrant environment for a long enough time. I was a little worried that there wouldn't be enough time—thankfully, your drama is long and boring enough."

"You bastard—"

The Mad Hatter pulled the trigger, and a dense barrage of bullets erupted from the muzzles of his two submachine guns at Poison Ivy, only to be blocked by layers upon layers of vines. But he didn't stop, continuing to hurl insults and fire upon her.

Of course, this could also be called impotent rage.

Seeing that the Mad Hatter could still hold his gun, Poison Ivy ignored his noisy cursing and instead raised an eyebrow with some confusion: "Although I don't know what you ate just now, there shouldn't be an antidote for this kind of floral fragrance for the time being. It's strange, I've clearly stalled for time until now, why haven't you collapsed yet?"

Unbeknownst to her, the Mad Hatter had taken more drugs than she had ever smoked. Over the years, this madman had concocted various chemical drugs that affected the nervous system and the body into tea bags, which he then consumed: drugs to soothe the mind, drugs to force calmness, drugs to induce euphoria, drugs to relieve pain, and drugs to enhance aggression.
Today, it's hard to say whether what flows in his veins is simply blood or a mixture of drugs. His drug resistance has become incredibly strong through his daily routine of taking large doses of drugs, so the hallucinogenic floral scents have very limited effect on him.

In fact, it is a miracle that he has survived to this day under such high-intensity medication.

“Miss Pamela, a person who is already insane cannot become even more insane.”

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from the communicator on the Mad Hatter's chest; it was Mr. Freeze making a call using the communication device.

“Victor? You have a pretty keen sense of smell.”

“We’re not stupid. We can’t just let the Mad Hatter govern a region without any surveillance—as you can see, his mental state isn’t very stable.”

"Oh? Aren't you a sane madman too?"

Although she was talking, Poison Ivy showed no mercy. She gently raised her hand and pushed the vine wall directly towards the Mad Hatter. At this point, it was no longer appropriate to delay and wait for the fragrance to take effect—she had to finish the job quickly.

“I might be crazy, Miss Pamela. But in any case, I’m not stupid. I headed here for you the moment I realized something was wrong, and now—”

The words had barely left his mouth when a biting cold wave suddenly swept through, and the ultra-low temperature frost froze the entire wall next to the theater. The building materials suddenly became incredibly fragile at this temperature. *Crack!*

Suddenly a large gap appeared in the wall, and Mr. Freeze, holding a freeze gun, walked in through the gap.

"And now, I have arrived."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ma Zhaodi was speeding along on his bicycle in the darkness.

The manta ray's roar came from behind him, the flamethrower's light illuminated the night sky, and the high-pressure water jets from the bat-fighters rained down like a storm. But he completely ignored these distractions, focusing solely on riding his bicycle and fleeing for his life.

Since my gun can't hit the sky, what else is there to say but run?

"Sol, how's it going on your end?"

Penguin's voice suddenly came through the communicator. Clearly, he hadn't been able to get through to the Doctor—which wasn't surprising, since the bat had been set on fire and his fur, along with the communicator, had been burned.

So he replied in that controlled, detached tone, "I'm retreating."

"?"

The penguin paused for a moment, then asked, "Where's the bat?"

Ma Zhaodi looked back and saw that the man-bat was currently engaged in a fierce battle with the bat fighter jet, but of course, it did absolutely no damage to such a hard metal shell. Meanwhile, the firefly took the opportunity to fly to the outer edge of the battlefield.

"Defeat is imminent."

Where are the fireflies?

"They are on the run."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm retreating."

"I'm asking you why you retreated! And why is Firefly running away? Wasn't he about to defeat Man-Bat?"

"No, Batman is about to defeat Man-Bat; Firefly can't beat Batplane."

The penguin was taken aback: "No wonder."

He glanced at the clown beside him, who sat in a chair with a gloomy expression, his downturned lips clearly conveying "happiness."

So the penguin turned around and said, "You can't run away, Thor. Go back and help Man-Bat right now."

But Ma Zhaodi ignored this and continued to pedal his bicycle with all his might.

"My last instruction was to follow the bat's orders, and I was carrying out that tactical retreat mission."