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Chapter 344 Shocking! Batman's greatest fear is actually Spider-Man.

The penguin grew angrier and angrier, cursing and swearing that he would find the bastard who spread the rumors and chop him into mincemeat with his own hands.

Du Mu stood aside, nodding repeatedly and displaying an indignant expression. He said that the rumor-monger was really too bad, and even a complete bystander like him couldn't stand it. He also told Penguin to rest assured that he would definitely help find the rumor-monger and clear Penguin's name as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, the penguin felt a surge of emotion.

Unexpectedly, Du Mu trusted him so much, so easily believing that he was not a rumor-monger, and even offered to help him.

However, Du Mu also sympathized with the penguins.

No wonder the Penguin hadn't contacted me these past few days. I thought he'd lost interest in Dwarf Entertainment. Turns out he was beaten up by Batman and couldn't get out of bed.

As expected, the game system's comment was right: everyone, human or ghost, is showing off, while only the penguin guy is getting beaten up.

Du Mu said, "Why don't you change your name? Don't call yourself Oswald Copport anymore, call yourself DouDou."

The penguin asked in confusion, "Why?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, "Because penguins have three great loves: eating, sleeping, and playing with beans, and you are that bean."

Penguin:

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He didn't respond to that, saying that getting beaten up every day wasn't something to be proud of.

The penguin's gaze fell on Zass's corpse: "You killed him?"

Du Mu immediately corrected him: "Watch your wording, this is legitimate self-defense."

"But you broke both of his arms. At that point, he was no longer capable of attacking and posed no threat to you."

The penguin witnessed the whole process firsthand and naturally didn't believe this explanation.

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think."

Du Mu said seriously, "You know Gotham's criminals better than I do. Their methods are dirtier and their minds are more vicious than the last. Who knows if that guy has any other tricks up his sleeve? Maybe he's already buried a dozen nuclear bombs underground, planning to take me down with him. I can't gamble on that probability."

Penguin:

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That's a complete frame-up.

Penguin secretly rejoiced that he had slid to his knees quickly enough when Du Mu pointed a gun at his head; otherwise, with Du Mu's strength and ruthless methods, Zas would be in the same situation he was in that day.

"By the way, why are you and this crocodile still here?"

Du Mu was somewhat surprised that the penguin man and the crocodile man hadn't run away with the other supervillains.

The Penguin touched the bandages wrapped around his body, looking quite helpless: "With my injuries, how far could I run even if I did? Rather than being intercepted by Batman halfway, beaten up, and sent back, I'd rather stay here obediently."

"As for Killer Croc, he's a bodyguard I hired at great expense to protect my safety here."

As a permanent resident of Arkham Asylum, the Penguin is all too aware of the dangers lurking there.

He sees himself as a brainy player, whose direct combat ability is far inferior to those real lunatics, placing him at the bottom of the food chain and making him the most vulnerable to bullying.

Fortunately, although he didn't have superpowers, he did have the power of money, so he directly hired Killer Croc as his bodyguard.

This big, simple-minded guy doesn't charge a low price, but he's easygoing and will do the job if you pay him, and he won't turn his back on you halfway through.

Penguin pointed at Zas's corpse and said with lingering fear, "Thank goodness Killer Croc was there to stop me, otherwise that madman would have finished me off long ago."

As he spoke, his emotions flared up again, and he began to complain indignantly, "It's all that damn Batman's fault for locking me up in this godforsaken place. Do I look like I'm on the same level as these lunatics?"

Penguin Man felt a lot of grievances whenever this topic came up.

He is a native Gotham gangster, inheriting the city's glorious underworld traditions, and single-mindedly focused on building his own gangster business.

His goal was very simple: power and money.

As for those extreme measures, they were only used to remove obstacles because someone was blocking his way; this is called necessary business behavior.

But his so-called colleagues are all abnormal.

Some are purely motivated by killing for pleasure, some are obsessed with creating chaos, and others are completely absorbed in playing games with Batman, constantly turning Gotham upside down.

In Gotham's criminal underworld, where everyone is mentally unstable, a criminal like the Penguin, who is single-mindedly focused on making money and power, is a breath of fresh air.

Even so, he still received special attention from Batman.

Batman probably intended to scare him by locking him up in Arkham Asylum instead of Blackgate Prison, a special treatment that even Black Mask didn't receive.

But the Penguin would rather give this special treatment to Black Mask.

Making a serious criminal spend all his time with a bunch of lunatics is more torturous than being in prison itself.

"You've had it tough too."

Du Mu patted the penguin man on the shoulder, indicating his understanding.

But despite his understanding, he still had to send the penguin and the killer crocodile back to their cells.

The penguin did not resist and cooperated very well, even calling the killer crocodile back to its cell.

He knew that Du Mu was the warden who had provoked the entire Arkham Asylum and single-handedly slaughtered most of the prisoners. Unless he was out of his mind, he would not provoke a ruthless person like Du Mu.

Although Killer Croc was slow-witted, his professional ethics were impeccable. He accepted the money from Penguin and didn't give Du Mu another glance before obediently retreating to his cell.

Before leaving, Penguin said to Du Mu, "Officer Du Mu, remember to save that bottle of Dwarf's Delight for me. I'm willing to pay any price."

Du Mu did not reply; his entire attention had been drawn away by the game system notifications in his mind.

The mission "Arkham Asylum" has been completed.

Rewards are being calculated based on contribution levels...

[Rewards are as follows: 15000 experience points, 4 free attribute points, 3 anchor fragments, "Hot Chili Pepper" item, "Super Steroid" item, "Freeze Ring" equipment]

[Item: Fiery Pepper (explodes when brought close, releasing a large area of ​​high-temperature flames, extremely effective against zombies)]

[Tool: Super Steroid (After injection, muscles increase several times over, significantly enhancing physical fitness in a short period of time; steady and reliable, aggressive injections naturally lead to greater strength)]

[Equipment: Frost Ring (Attacks can inflict a certain amount of frost effect)]

The rewards for this mission are quite interesting; they all seem to have some connection to the supervillains in Gotham.

The Fiery Jalapeno is from the same series as the Peashooter we got earlier; both are special attack items designed to target zombies.

Du Mu hadn't forgotten the zombie Marvel universe he'd visited before, where all the superheroes and supervillains had been infected and turned into zombies. If he encountered a similar instance again in the future, these items would come in handy.

Then there's the super steroid. This item is indeed quite effective, but I wonder if it will make your head pointy.

Finally, there's the Frozen Ring, which doesn't need much explanation.

Du Mu glanced down at his fingers and was delighted to have acquired another ring, bringing him one step closer to his goal of collecting all ten rings.

With this, the riots at Arkham Asylum came to an end.

All the surviving prisoners returned to their cells, and Ultron remotely controlled the system to relock every cell door.

When Du Mu returned to the regular ward, Gordon was walking towards him with a team of police officers.

He immediately reported to his superior: "Chief, as expected, after my patient reassurance, all the prisoners have calmed down and have been sent back to their cells, successfully quelling the riot."

Gordon stared at the scene of carnage, his lips twitching. "You call this appeasement?"

They watched the entire process through the surveillance footage, witnessing how Du Mu single-handedly surrounded all the prisoners, turning the entire Arkham Asylum into a battleground.

At first, they were worried about Du Mu's safety, but as they read on, they began to worry about the safety of the prisoners.

The riots have indeed been suppressed, but the problem is that the source of the riots is almost gone.

Because Gotham City consistently produces a high number of insane individuals, Arkham Asylum has always faced a severe shortage of beds, forcing many dangerous criminals to be transferred to Blackgate Prison, which has caused numerous incidents.

Gordon would argue with the city hall several times a year, applying to expand Arkham Asylum, but the city hall would never approve it.

After all, this is a matter of the city's image. How can a mental hospital be built as big as a stadium?

How will other places view Gotham?

Now, this long-standing problem that had plagued Gordon for years has been solved by Du Mu in one night.

The ward, which was originally packed like sardine cans, suddenly had more than half of its beds vacated, and the hospitalization rate hit a record low since the hospital opened.

Of course, the mortality rate also hit a record high.

Gordon vaguely remembered that the last record was set by that madman, the Joker.

Du Mu, however, had several times more than his opponent.

Gordon: —□□—

What kind of bastard did I just recruit into the Gotham Police Department?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The mess at Arkham Asylum is temporarily under control, but Gotham City outside is anything but quiet.

Due to the riot at Arkham Asylum, all the super-criminals originally held in the intensive care unit escaped.

Upon receiving the news, Batman immediately mobilized to hunt down these escaped supervillains.

Compared to the riots inside Arkham Asylum, these roaming supervillains are clearly more dangerous. If they are not brought under control soon, they could blow up the entire city of Gotham.

However, none of these supervillains are idiots.

Instead of acting in a group, they tacitly dispersed and fled in different directions to avoid being captured by Batman.

This trick really works.

Batman was indeed overwhelmed and could only prioritize targets based on their threat level, dealing with those that were relatively easy to deal with, in order to reduce the number of fugitives in the shortest possible time.

For example, Penguin Man, Penguin Man and Penguin Man.

To Batman's disappointment, the Penguin was not in the escape team, so he had to settle for other supervillains.

For the next few hours, he crisscrossed Gotham like a tireless machine, defeating one after another Two-Face, the Calendar Man, the Ventriloquist, Professor Pigface, the Mad Hatter...

But Batman is, after all, just a mortal.

Having faced so many supervillains in succession, he had to maintain the highest level of vigilance at all times, and with the added pressure of constantly rushing between events, his physical and mental strength was severely depleted. He was only able to continue his actions thanks to his strong willpower.

But he didn't stop, because Gotham's crisis wasn't over yet, and Gotham needed Batman.

This time, Batman has his sights set on the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow was originally a university psychology professor with a high level of expertise in chemistry. He developed a fear gas that made people see their most fearful things, psychologically torturing their opponents to death.

Batman's reason for choosing the Scarecrow is simple.

Because he is Batman, willpower has always been his strength, and the scarecrow's fear gas has never had much effect on him.

Based on Alfred's remote location, Batman found Scarecrow's hiding place: a confined underground pork processing plant, perfect for setting a trap.

Normally, he would make thorough preparations before taking any action and would not easily step into such a suspicious location.

But time is of the essence, and we must take down these super criminals as soon as possible.

Batman decisively stepped into the underground pork processing plant.

The underground pork processing plant was eerily quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Rows of rusty meat hooks hung from the ceiling, with half a pig hanging on each hook, swaying slightly in the dim light.

Batman slowed his pace, remaining highly vigilant.

He knew the scarecrow must have set some clever traps for him, so he forced his tired brain to work at full speed, deducing all the possible traps one by one.

As is customary, he scanned the surrounding environment using the thermal sensors built into his armor.

Although we know that the scarecrow will most likely shield the heat source in some way, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

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The next moment, a humanoid heat source appeared in front of Batman, hiding behind a hanging piece of pork, sneaking around waiting to ambush him.

Batman:

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Okay, he overestimated the other party.

Batman pretended not to notice and walked toward the pile of pork.

Just as they got close, they suddenly reached out and pulled out the scarecrow that had been hiding.

The Scarecrow cried out in alarm, "Damn it, Batman, how did you find out?"

Batman:

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The question was too stupid; he refused to answer it.

"Go to hell!"

The Scarecrow reacted quickly, raising its hands and immediately spraying a cloud of mist at Batman.

Batman did not dodge; the mask automatically covered the area beneath, blocking the incoming fog.

Having fought against the Scarecrow for years, he was well familiar with its tactics, and the gas mask was an essential feature of the Batsuit.

But similarly, Scarecrow is also familiar with Batman's tactics.

He didn't expect this trick to work. Taking advantage of the moment the mist surged out, he suddenly plunged the syringe hidden in his palm into Batman's body, and the liquid inside was instantly injected.

Normally, Batman would have been able to react quickly enough, but he was already under immense strain and ultimately couldn't dodge the sneak attack.

He suppressed his fear and discomfort from the poisonous gas and used a single punch to lull the scarecrow to sleep.

However, the fear gas injected into him by the scarecrow had already begun to take effect.

At this moment, Batman could feel that familiar sense of distortion gradually eroding his consciousness, and the scene in front of him began to shake and distort.

But he didn't panic; he knew how to counter the fear gas.

The best way to eliminate fear is to face it.

Only by confronting fear itself and shattering it with your own hands can you dispel illusions in the shortest amount of time.

This is based on his years of experience fighting scarecrows.

Soon, a familiar red and blue figure appeared before Batman's eyes.

Batman's expression was somewhat complicated: "Spider-Man, I never imagined my fear would be you."

Spider-Man: "?"

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