Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 241 The War Is Over

PS: Chapter 2 will be delayed.
boom!
The massive killer crocodile stood in the center, completely blocking the path to Ma Zhaodi. He threw a punch at the fireflies flying towards him, but it only pierced through the ceiling. The terrifying force caused the surrounding air to vibrate and begin to buzz.

"I said, stop!"

Firefly immediately raised his flamethrower and aimed it at the crocodile man blocking his way.

"You stupid beast, don't stop me!"

At the same time, a deadly cold current suddenly shot out from the side. Firefly, whose attention had been drawn to the crocodile man, didn't react immediately. The next second, as he dodged to the side, trying to dodge, the low-temperature beam of the freeze gun had already swept over him.

"Kakaka-"

Bang!

A crisp metallic sound rang out as Firefly's sideways flight saved him from being completely frozen, but half of his body was still crackling from the cold—this flying machine was entirely homemade and naturally didn't have any particularly advanced protective capabilities. It might be able to withstand the high temperatures of an ordinary fire and ordinary knife and gun damage, but the freezing power of Mr. Freeze could approach or even reach absolute zero, a level of low temperature that would render the armor unable to continue flying.

At this moment, Firefly, whose body was half frozen, lay motionless on the ground, while Zas, who had rushed up behind him, was immediately dumbfounded. He held his small dagger in his hand and swallowed hard as he looked at the crocodile man's tough hide.

Would you win if you used a dagger to fight a crocodile man?
This was a question worth considering, and fortunately, it didn't trouble him for long.

Deadshot, standing nearby, drew his pistol and fired two bullets at Zas's legs in an instant. Due to the rapid firing, the two shots rang out almost as one.

bang!

The metal bullet pierced Zas's legs precisely, breaking his tibia, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, howling in pain, unable to stand up again.

"I heard he's always thought a knife is more reliable than a gun." Deadshot blew away the gunpowder smoke from his gun. "I wonder if he's changed his mind today."

The Riddler, having regained his ability to think, was pinned down next to the Joker, while the Joker, bound tightly by Poison Ivy, stood beside him.

“It’s over, Nigma,” Batman said. “You’ve run out of cards to play.”

The basic rule of fighting is to outnumber the enemy. At this moment, the few people who launched the attack have been easily controlled by the other dozen or so supervillains. The war ended so hastily and easily that everyone felt a little unreal.

“It’s not over yet,” Catwoman asked. “The Riddler still has a large number of thugs under his command. If they find out that their boss has been captured, Gotham will suddenly have dozens or even hundreds of gangs of all sizes, and then street brawls will begin.”

“They won’t. The Riddler will help us gather them together and then catch them all in one fell swoop.”

Upon hearing Batman's reply, everyone else's eyes turned to the Riddler, who was still shouting and cursing on the ground.

"You damned bastard! Don't let me ever see you again, or I'll tear you to pieces, I'll find all your friends and lovers, and then—"

“I think,” Ma Zhaodi hesitated and scratched his head, “he seems a bit angry right now, so he might not be willing to help us.”

“Nigma doesn’t need to worry about that.”

After saying this, Batman knocked the Riddler unconscious with a single chops.

“We only need one riddle-maker to command those gunmen. Whether that person is Nigma or not is not important—after all, those gunmen will be wiped out within twelve hours.”

"You want to find someone to impersonate him?" "Find someone who knows the Riddler well enough, someone who can adapt."

As Batman said this, his gaze returned to Ma Zhaodi.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You have to pay me to do things for you."

“No problem,” Batman replied. “Solving the problem is the most important thing.”

Half an hour later, the Riddler, dressed in a green suit and holding a cane, flew out of the building with a group of supervillains. In addition, he also brought out the Joker, who was tightly bound, the freakish biker in a black robe, as well as Firefly and Zazz, Batman, Catwoman, and Kite Man.

“These four are traitors,” the Riddler said to the others. “Batman and his two companions have also been captured. Tomorrow, I will personally execute all four of them. And today, Gotham is ours!”

As soon as he finished his brief speech, the thugs around him, who had been eagerly waiting, immediately started cheering and celebrating.

"The Riddler!"

"The Riddler!"

"The Riddler!"

In this frenzied atmosphere, the riddle teller calmly walked into the crowd and left the building surrounded by people.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing,” he said. “Tonight, I’m giving a speech at the Grand Theatre, and everyone has to be there—anyone who can’t make it will be considered a traitor.”

“No problem, Riddler.” His right-hand man assured him confidently, “Everyone will be there tonight!”

The riddle teller smiled.

That evening, Poison Ivy also went to the theater. The Riddler's speech lasted about half an hour. After half an hour, all the gunmen present collapsed to the ground, falling into a hallucinatory state.

It can only be said that Poison Ivy's plants played a very strong role in this enclosed space.

"Police, come out and clean up the mess!"

As the Riddler on stage shouted, hundreds of Gotham City police officers, wearing gas masks and police uniforms, filed into the theater, handcuffed all the gunmen, and confiscated all their weapons.

The next day, the sun rose in Gotham City as usual, but the familiar dark clouds once again covered the sky, as if the city had grown tired of the recent turmoil and had returned to its original state.

"Through the efforts of the Gotham Police Department, and with the help of Batman and the Kite Man, the Riddler and the Joker have all been captured and brought to justice, and thousands of their hired terrorists have also been arrested. Currently, these criminals have been distributed by the Gotham Police Department to police stations in various cities to alleviate prison pressure."

“I have to admit that I misjudged the Gotham Police Department. They are well-trained, resilient, and brave. Even after a bombing, they were able to turn the tide against the Joker and the Riddler. This time, the government should give Commissioner Gordon and the other officers a bonus.”

"Frank, do you still think Batman is useless?"

“Bill, I don’t deny that he did some things, but he is still a criminal in disguise. Besides, the repair and restoration work afterward is the most important thing, and he did nothing to help with that. On the contrary, Mr. Bruce Wayne was willing to donate the $500 million that was recovered by the police to the reconstruction of Gotham City—that’s real help.”

"Frank, are you really not considering applying for a Guinness World Record with your mouth? I've never seen anything harder than this in my entire life."

(End of this chapter)