What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 7

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Chapter 7: Money Ability

Under the illumination of four massive spotlights prepared by the mercenary team, two container trucks drove into the abandoned parking lot.

Living Knot and Tattoo Man got out of the car, their faces cold and expressionless, as they walked towards Death Marksman and the others.

Like Death Marksman, Clayface, and Crossbow Captain, they were also mercenaries hired by Chen Tao.

However, in their eyes, the one who had hired them was not the renowned Batman, but a criminal named Corpse Rot Black.

Living Knot was a robust Mexican, skilled in using lassos. He was the one who had earlier tied up Killer Crocodile like adumpling. Now, seeing Killer Crocodile bound on the ground, he couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

As for Tattoo Man, his nickname suited him well. He looked like a watercolor painting smeared with bird droppings. Compared to a killer, he looked more like a sailor living on the coast. He snickered coldly: “Haha! Our target is an idiot!”

With a loud bang, a puff of white smoke burst out from Killer Crocodile’s head.

Everyone scrambled to drag Killer Crocodile to the back of the two container trucks. During this time, Tattoo Man muttered a few more insults, and almost got bitten on the arm by Killer Crocodile, causing a huge commotion.

Humiliation. Anger.

Killer Crocodile was already furious to the extreme.

This raging anger was like a gamma-ray burst from a supernova, and the trampling of his dignity was like an unwashable stain that couldn’t be cleaned by all the liquid water in the universe!

He couldn’t help but roar loudly:

“Inexcusable!”

This cry was like Prometheus’ anguished wail!

“Inexcusable!”

This cry was like Jesus’ angry shout on the cross!

“Inex—”

Corpse Rot Black didn’t say a word, directly opening the back door of the container truck, and a ton of cash poured down, hitting Killer Crocodile in the face.

No tricks, all US dollars.

Due to the violent movement, the green mountain of cash collapsed, pouring out of the truck like a box of toilet paper that had been knocked over.

Killer Crocodile’s cry was cut off, like a duck whose neck was being choked.

“These are advance payments. As long as you nod, they’re all yours.”

“No… Inexcusable…”

Corpse Rot Black opened another container truck, and another ton of cash poured down, coldly hitting Killer Crocodile’s face.

Killer Crocodile’s face turned red with rage.

Don’t use this money to insult me again!

He wanted to sternly rebuke the other party, but Killer Crocodile was a cold-blooded beast, a ruthless freak, not someone who could be fooled so easily!

Is having money really so great? Difficult… Difficult to accept that just because you give me money, I’ll kowtow to you?

Pa.

A banknote stuck to his eye, blocking his vision.

Inexcusable… Inexcusable…

Inexcusable… Inexcusable… Original…

Killer Crocodile stumbled, his brain and body both reeling from the massive amount of cash, making his language module faulty. He held the banknote, saying seriously:

“Dad!”

Death Marksman: “?”

Then Killer Crocodile suddenly remembered he was a black man, and black people usually didn’t have dads.

“Cough, my meaning is…”

“I’ve drifted for half my life, just resentful that I haven’t met a wise boss. If you don’t despise me, I’m willing…”

“God, there’s at least tens of millions of dollars here!” Crossbow Captain jumped into the pile of cash: “I’m going to die!”

“Get out!” Killer Crocodile was furious: “This is my money!”

“Although it’s yours, but right now, the one embracing it is me!”

Killer Crocodile was furious, popped up using his abdominal strength, and also rolled into the pile of cash.

“Mine! Mine!”

“……”

Death Marksman also felt like he had lost the ability to speak.

Looking at the cash under the light, the more he looked, the more dizzy he felt.

Unlike Crossbow Captain, he wasn’t someone who hadn’t seen money before. So his estimate of the amount wasn’t as absurd as Crossbow Captain’s.

Tens of millions?

There were at least 200 million dollars here!

Damn! He had no idea that the container trucks opened by Living Knot and Tattoo Man were filled with cash! Perhaps Tattoo Man and Living Knot didn’t know either.

For an instant, he thought of opening fire and killing everyone on the scene, then taking the 200 million dollars and leaving!

But fortunately, his rationality took control of his brain, and he realized that if someone could take out 200 million to buy Killer Crocodile, they could also take out 200 million to buy his own head.

He had a daughter, and even if he could take the money, he wouldn’t be able to take it with him.

Moreover, the most important thing was that the cash here exceeded two tons, and even if he took it, he wouldn’t be able to carry it out of Gotham.

He forced himself to turn around, then met the two pairs of bloodshot eyes of Living Knot and Tattoo Man, which scared him into pulling out his gun.

“Oh, oh, calm down, brothers!”

Death Marksman quietly defended against these two unprofessional idiots doing something irrational, saying:

“Corpse Rot Black, where are you?”

This time, he didn’t call him “boss”.

What? Corpse Rot Black was the boss? Bullshit.

A middle-aged, bald, white guy could take out 200 million dollars at will, and still need to resort to the Gotham gangs?

Death Marksman couldn’t help but think of the Batman toy in Corpse Rot Black’s hand, which made him shiver.

Whenever he thought of the Batman figure, he felt a sharp pain in his rib cage…

Not wanting to think about it, Death Marksman shook his head.

First, they could rule out Batman; he would never do something like this.

So… someone with money could manipulate people like Corpse Rot Black…

Was it the Penguin? Or the Two-Faced? Or the Riddler? Wouldn’t be the Roman, he had escaped to Hong Kong… Maybe they should extend the list of suspects…

Like Bruce Wayne?

Forget it, he had no motive, and should be ruled out.

“Corpse Rot Black, Corpse Rot Black? You mother… Let the real boss speak.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend to be dumb.”

Tattoo Man and Living Knot’s eyes didn’t look quite right.

Death Marksman tightly watched them, slowly retreating.

Crossbow Captain, although stupid, sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off.

He crawled out of the pile of cash, standing beside Death Marksman. Only Killer Crocodile was still lying on the ground, looking like a cat that had eaten catnip.

Death Marksman didn’t plan to start a fight here. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the ability to kill everyone except Killer Crocodile, but this feeling of being calculated was very unpleasant.

The person behind the scenes seemed to have calculated his every move, planning to use him to suppress these unruly mercenaries… and if the suppression failed, using his hand to eliminate the unstable factors within the team…

Wait, Death Marksman suddenly realized that the other party had calculated even his thought of not wanting to start a fight, which was why “Death Marksman fails to suppress, kills everyone, and the Warlord loses combat power” wouldn’t happen. This feeling was too strange!

As for Killer Crocodile, if he wanted to take the money and run, the 200 million dollars would immediately become a bounty on his head, and the people on the scene would start killing each other for the money;

And if he was willing to accept this job, to protect his newly obtained salary, he would have to stand together with Death Marksman, and the two of them could easily slaughter the other three people…

Then, the mastermind behind the scenes would let Corpse Rot Black come out and persuade them, using coercion and temptation. Those two guys would soon regain their rationality…

This plan was not bad, but had he overplayed his hand?

At this time, he noticed Clayface quietly walking to their side, forming a triangular formation with them, directly facing Living Knot and Tattoo Man.

Oh! There was another hidden card.

Had he bribed Clayface beforehand?

Damn, why didn’t he bribe me?

Death Marksman’s back teeth were all ground to dust; he didn’t reflect on his own fondness for being opportunistic.

The tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and Death Marksman lowered his gun, glaring at Corpse Rot Black with an unhappy expression.

“So, the real boss, don’t you want to show your true face?”

Then he saw Corpse Rot Black nod, taking out five earpieces from behind.

Damn, the guy behind the scenes had even calculated this!

Ah ha, now we’ve entered the signing phase!

(The chapter ends)

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