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A tall figure stared at his own shadow on the wall in front of him, and slowly looked down. The person slumped in the corner was the Penguin in a suit and leather tie, and he was also the mayor who was very proud of himself recently.
The Emperor Penguin tilted his head, stretched out his hand and tugged on his tie. The door was pushed open with a bang, and another Emperor Penguin rushed in in a panic, but the next second he had a gun on his waist.
He raised his hands, followed the movements of the people behind him and slowly walked to the corner and squatted down. The bodyguard in a black suit walked in, and the figure of the Penguin finally appeared.
He walked into the mayor's office calmly, looking at the luxurious furnishings with admiration, and finally his eyes fell on the knocked out Mayor Penguin.
"It's really a good meal for me." The big mouth under the aquiline nose opened, revealing a row of neat teeth, but his eyes were full of contempt. He gave the emperor penguin a look, and the emperor penguin made a gesture.
The gangster went up, rounded his arms and slapped the mayor Penguin twice.
Mayor Penguin had been unconscious for a while. After he woke up in a daze, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw another man who was almost the same as himself standing in front of him with a sinister smile. He thought he was in a dream.
.
"You have obtained something that does not belong to you." The Penguin of the main universe sighed and said: "You are neither qualified to obtain it nor have the ability to keep it. Since it is a complete waste in your hands, it is better to give it to someone else."
Someone who will take advantage of it.”
"You..." Mayor Penguin's face was ferocious, and he shouted loudly: "Why do you say..."
The emperor penguin kicked him on the calf, and he screamed in pain, his lips twitched and he hugged his leg.
"Don't worry." Penguin showed a smile and said: "You will soon see that the opponents I face are too powerful for you to deal with. If by then you still have the confidence to ask why, then I
Admit that you are much braver than I thought."
On the tower crane above the 44th floor of the Obivis Building, a black figure with his mouth bound with tape was crying, and a pale face suddenly appeared on the big screen in the commercial street below.
She has short green curly hair hanging on her forehead, a pale and wrinkled face covered with red bloodshot eyes, protruding eyeballs and her iconic wide grin.
"Hi, everyone, as you can see, I am a clown. You must be unfamiliar with me, because that stupid guy doesn't dare to stand on the stage at all. He can't create any surprising plays. He is just a complete clown.
Stupid cow!"
"But you must be more familiar with Batman, right? You may have seen him appear in... well, maybe he has no chance to appear in your lives, but I want to tell you, he may be on a certain street in the slums
He fell heavily on the trash can."
"This is him in the past. I bet that one of the 10 of you will do better than him, and it will be much better. It must be hard for you to believe that such a person can be a superhero."
"He doesn't deserve it. I said he certainly didn't deserve it before." The clown stretched out a hand and lowered a few fingers to make a downward gesture, aiming to scorn and ridicule.
At the intersection, all the people who were meeting stopped at this moment, looking up at the big screen, and one of the faces belonged to Bruce Wayne.
His eyes widened, and then he showed an angry expression. He heard the people around him whispering to his companions, asking who Batman was.
Of course, Bruce didn't have any hope for his reputation as Batman, because he knew that what the Joker said was right. His so-called debut was just chasing a gang member. In the end, he still hadn't caught up with him, and he didn't have any fame.
He couldn't save anyone.
But that's not the case now, thought Bruce, who had gained the power of Spider-Man.
"'That's not the case now,' that's what he must have been thinking." The clown spoke out Bruce's thoughts as if he could read his mind, with a ferocious smile on his face.
"This naive idiot must think that I have great power. I can jump from a 20-story building without falling to my death. I can send a car flying with just one slap. I must be qualified to be a superhero.
Bar."
"You didn't, Bruce, you didn't." The clown lowered his head and shook his head slowly. The corners of his mouth turned downwards, but his eyes widened even more, and he looked directly at the camera and roared.
"You don't. You are not Batman or any superhero. You are a stupid, arrogant and arrogant coward! You can't save anyone, and you can never avenge your parents!"
Bruce clenched his fists angrily, but the next second the picture on the big screen switched, and the camera focused on the figure who was hanging several hundred meters in the air.
It was a man wearing a windbreaker and glasses. He looked to be in his thirties and a little thin. From the pen in his pocket, he could tell that he was probably a writer.
Bruce didn't see any of this. It was the clown who cut back to the screen and said to everyone: "His name is Fat Anderkin. You must have forgotten his name, but you may remember that when you were a boy, you
Faced with the news that your parents were brutally murdered, when you were most helpless, those reporters broke through the police blockade and put their microphones and cameras into your mouth."
"They want you to admit your crime, and it is indeed your crime. It was your willfulness and stubbornness that killed your parents. They want you to say this, they ask you to say this, because only by pushing all this to one
With the child on his head, everyone will be saved."
"They plead with you and force you, hoping to use the professional pressure they put on you to make you break down and cry, and say what they want you to say after losing your mind."
"More than one person did this to you, more than one." The clown's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he continued: "You didn't give them the answer they wanted, and you made their perfect escape plan fail, so
For the next ten years, all of them kept silent about you, and the entire news media industry closed its door on you."
"It's not that they didn't get information from the investigating police detectives, it's not that they didn't get clues about your parents' murder case, but because you refused to break down and act the weak and pitiful look they needed, they refused to give it to you.
A little clue."
"But there are exceptions, aren't there?"
The screen cut back to the reporter who was hanging on the tower crane, but the clown's voice continued to be heard, and after Bruce was stunned for a moment, he seemed to remember something, walked retrograde through the crowd with a horrified expression, and ran quickly towards the building
go.
He had some impression of the location of the Obivis Building. It was supposed to be the last completed building in the nearby business district, but the owner of the company that invested in this building was assassinated a few months ago. The business was not operating well.
The building has been suspended several times and should be auctioned soon.
Bruce was running through all this information in his mind, but none of it was useful. Then he heard the clown say.
"People often say that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. The news media industry closes all the doors for you, but there is a crack in the wall that lets in light."
"Ten years ago, a little-known reporter who had just entered the industry risked his life to investigate the theaters and alleys where the crimes occurred. He was following a series of assassinations of Gotham's political and business leaders."
"Yes, he was following the Waynes before they went to the theater, and after the incident, he became the only reporter willing to provide you with some clues."
"But unfortunately, he was just a small figure at that time. Surrounded by reporters, police and all kinds of behind-the-scenes masterminds, he did not have that strong ability to get close to you, and could only provide you with some clues anonymously."
"Yes, he is the 'Mr. Bert' on that note. He is the mysterious man who ignited your flame of revenge and the leader who gave you hope for revenge."
Bruce ran to the foot of the building. He knew that Spider-Man could climb the wall smoothly, but he had never climbed such a tall building, so he was still a little uneasy.
But after hearing what the clown said, Bruce no longer hesitated. He climbed up the wall of the building as quickly as possible. Although his posture was a bit clumsy and his speed was not too fast, the straight-line distance from the 40th floor was not very long in the first place.
Long, when the clown finished saying this, he had climbed more than 30 floors.
His movements became more and more skillful, and his speed became faster and faster. For the last 10 floors, Bruce sprinted like a flying man, then turned over and landed firmly on the ground on the 44th floor.
Only then did he see clearly that the tower crane was not on top of the building, but on the ground next to it, in a blind spot in the direction from which he was rushing.
Although the distance to the 44th floor is 20 meters, the 44th floor has not been completed and there is a hollow patio in the middle, so the distance between the hostages and the nearest ground is about 30 meters.
This also resulted in Bruce being unable to sprint from the edge of the building to jump directly to Anderkin 20 meters away. Because the floor section did not provide a long enough run-up distance, Bruce was not sure that he could get stuck on the edge and jump out.
It happened to fall on Anderkin, who couldn't even calculate the parabola.
The tower of the tower crane is a long slanted metal pole, Bruce described it this way. At this time, the long pole is about 4 to 5 meters away from the edge of the 44th floor.
It wasn't very far. Bruce took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the top floor of the building. Now his only way was to jump from the 44th floor to the long pole of the tower crane, then climb all the way up the long pole, and reach the top to tie the rope.
Drag me up.
Fortunately, jumping from a distance of 5 meters is much simpler than jumping from a height of more than 20 meters. It requires almost no running space. You can touch the metal pole of the tower crane with a standing long jump.
But this is 44 floors up.
When Bruce stood on the top of the building and looked down, the summer wind blew his hair, and the buildings on the ground gathered into a thin line, almost invisible. The fear caused by height struck his heart.
You will definitely die if you fall, absolutely!
How about swinging over with spider silk? Bruce wants to shoot a thread of spider silk over first, and then take off, so that even if he falls, he can still grab the spider silk and climb up.
He did so immediately, stretched out the hand with the spider silk launcher, and with a whoosh, a line of spider silk stuck to the cylindrical crossbar supported by the tower crane.
Very good, the next step was to take off. Bruce swallowed. While chasing the gang members, the scene of falling from the roof into the trash bin flashed before his eyes again.
No, no, I won't fall again this time. With Spider-Man's physical strength, a distance of 5 meters only requires a slight jump, and there is also spider silk as double insurance. How could he fall?
He is no longer the same person, Bruce thought as he tried to concentrate, but he couldn't help but look at the spider silk stuck to the thin cylindrical horizontal bar.
Will the curved surface stick well? Is the spider silk tough enough? Will the metal paint peel off? Will my arm dislocate while swinging?
He turned to look at Anderkin again. Anderkin's horrified eyes deeply hurt Bruce's heart, because when his parents died, he also looked at everyone with such eyes, but no one
Anyone except Anderkin is willing to help him.
Take a deep breath, three, two, one, jump!
This chapter has been completed!