I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 154 Baby girl
"Later, you knew about the huge interests of Arkham Island, but did you ever think about competing with Wayne?" Cobblepot asked.

"You idiot, I want to fight with Wayne, but can I win?" Maroney scolded.

"That's right, you can't compete, and neither can Falcone. The name of Wayne even makes you two emperors dare not give it a try.

Mr. Maloney, please think carefully.

If Gotham is a kingdom, there are duke, earl, viscount, knight, lord, and slave under the king, which role do you occupy? "

Maroney frowned, "What do you think?"

Cobblepot pondered and said: "Slaves are the people at the bottom of Gotham, who are oppressed, blood-sucked, and difficult to turn over;
Lingmin, the middle class;

Knights are the police system and judicial system, whose duty is to guard the superstructure;
The viscount is someone who can control the police and the prosecutor's office to do things for him;
Earl, a wealthy family rooted in Gotham for more than a hundred years;

The duke, whose power spills over Gotham, reaches into Washington;

The king, an irreplaceable behemoth, also has a huge influence on a global scale. "

"This..." Maroney said uncertainly, "According to what you said, I seem to be a viscount enough."

Assuming you're a little self-aware.

Penguin sneered inwardly.

Maroni scratched the back of his head and thought about it: "Falcone is probably the Viscount, he is more powerful than me, and he has undercover agents by my side, but he still can't win all.

Because the count and the duke don't want him to win."

"That's it!" Penguin said excitedly: "Your Excellency Maroni, do you know what Falcone's son does?"

"Like a doctor."

The Penguin said quietly: "Thomas Wayne is also a doctor! Your Excellency, a doctor is respected, has a good reputation, and is one of the most prestigious professions.

A simple doctor is not considered an upper-class person.

But the doctor, who is worth billions and has great influence, suddenly narrowed the gap with Wayne in terms of grades.

So, you get it?

Falcone wants to upgrade the family to 'Count', or even 'Duke'.

It's a pity that the real wealthy family does not allow him to smoothly squeeze into his own class.

Like you wouldn't allow other drug dealers into Gotham. "

Maroney looked at Penguin in surprise, and said, "Cobbot, your little brain is really easy to use.

Did you see this when you were an umbrella boy for Fish? "

"Hey, I envy your physique even more, and you can make a world out of your bravery." The penguin sighed half-truthfully.

If he can fight well, Fish at least give him a status similar to Butch Grandy.

But he has a small deformed body, and even when he holds an umbrella for Fish, he often wets the corners of her clothes.

Then he was slapped by Fish in public.

To be a gangster in Gotham, skill determines a person's lower limit, and brain determines the upper limit.

But with good skills, it is easier to get ahead.

"Hahaha, my strength and physical strength are not something you can envy. I have a strong and virtuous mother, and a father who works hard to earn money to support the family. How about you?
I heard that your mother is mentally ill, doesn't know who her husband is, has no job, and only lives on the meager relief money from the government.

Did you have milk when you were young? "

Maroni patted his thick bear-like chest and laughed loudly.

The Penguin twitched a few times, his eyes almost overflowing with murderous intent.

It was only for a moment, and the sinisterness in his eyes was buried in his heart, he said with a sneer: "Actually, since I was a child, I wanted to have a strong father to protect me and my mother.

Although I approach you with a different purpose, when I get along with you, I have a feeling of being taught and cared by my father. "

"I appreciate you too, otherwise you wouldn't have been promoted from a poor dishwasher who couldn't even afford famous-brand leather shoes (ps) to my right-hand man in just a few months." Maroni said with a complicated expression.

"Boss, it's almost noon, the sun is getting bigger and bigger in the sky, let's go back quickly." The younger brother under the crane shouted.

Maroni looked down and saw that the faces of a group of younger boys were as red as grilled shrimp, greasy and sweaty.

"Boss, you have nothing to say to the traitor. If you don't kill him, you won't be able to deter people." In the distance, the deputy who was blowing the air conditioner in the black Audi also shouted.

Maroni was startled, and said, "I haven't asked clearly—"

"Ask me what's going on?"

He can't remember why he stopped chopping penguins in the first place.

Father and son love?
They have a ghost father-son relationship!
Falcone's son?
That kid has nothing to do with himself.

Gotham knighthood?

It doesn't seem right either.

Arkham Project?
Well, that project is a foregone conclusion, so what else is there to say.

"Shit!" Maroney simply stopped thinking and shouted to the penguin under the sling, "Give me a reason not to kill you immediately."

The penguin who was hanging upside down glanced at the white sun in the sky, and secretly hated: In the pleasant late autumn, he could hold Maroni and talk until the evening.

Damn, did that bastard Falcone give up on me?

Just as he cursed in his heart, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a solitary black spot on the road outside the garbage dump, quickly approaching from a distance.

The rope that binds Penguin's hands is tied to the broken Honda car, and the Honda car is on the top of the abandoned car mountain, more than ten meters above the ground, so Penguin can see it very far.

—Who will save me?

Why only one motorcycle?
Just one or two people.
Or had the Romans sent him to negotiate with Maroni?
This is likely to be the case, after all, this is Maroni's territory, no matter how many people come, it is useless, and my hostage is still in the hands of the other party.

Knowing that he was confident, the Penguin stopped being a fool, and said loudly, "Your Excellency Maroni, the Earl and the Duke are big men, and they suppressed Falcone, so naturally they planned to promote you.

You are now at a critical moment, and you have to work hard to show them the true colors of businessmen, so that you can become the real 'Falcone successor' and the new emperor of Hedao in the future. "

Maroni was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "I was really chosen?"

"That's right, besides you, who else in Gotham is qualified to replace the Romans?"

"But, what does this have to do with me killing you?" Maroni asked strangely.

"You are under investigation, you have to behave well!"

"I don't understand." Maroni looked down at the younger brothers below, and they all shook their heads blankly.

Penguin Humane said: "A real businessman only values ​​real interests and does not be affected by his own emotions.

Falcone's eldest son was killed and his brother was killed in his early years, and he still sat at the negotiating table with his enemies to discuss business.

Impulse and conflict are the worst enemies of business.

The big shots in Gotham need someone who can bring them stable benefits.

Therefore, you have to show the bearing of a big man.

Treat me as a bargaining chip and trade with His Excellency Falcone, and you will always get a benefit; kill me for a moment, not only will you not get any benefits, but His Excellency Falcone will also conflict with you.

If you are only satisfied with your current status as a hero, you can kill me without hesitation.

But if you want to surpass yourself, you have to learn from your predecessors and pay more attention to practical interests. "

"It seems to make sense?" Maroni looked at Audiri's second boss, "Tacos, what do you think?"

"Boss, Penguin's words are too complicated, I can't understand." Takos said awkwardly.

Maroney nodded with a sense of superiority, "He makes a lot of sense, and I understand it completely."

"Buzzing—"

The roar of the locomotive could no longer be ignored, and everyone looked at the gate of the scrap yard.

A black Yamaha heavy motorcycle.

With a black helmet and a slim figure wrapped in a black coat, the long hem fluttered in the wind like a flag.

"Whoosh-boom!" A miniature missile was shot from the front wheel of the locomotive, blowing away the barbed wire gate, and Yamaha rushed through the burning wreckage of the iron gate and accelerated towards the crane.

"Enemy attack!" Maroni yelled, retracting into the crane cab, and dozens of younger brothers, dazzled by the sun, rushed in haste, looking for shelter.

"Who is here, so brave." Penguin murmured in shock.

"squeak--"

Yamaha slammed on the brakes beside the crane, and the rear wheels made a semicircle on the muddy ground, blowing out sand and dust all over the sky.

The locomotive was turned off, and the black mask of the helmet was lifted, revealing a pretty face like a bright moon.

"Harley Quinn!" Penguin was surprised.

"Witch Harley?!"

Maroni's little brother exclaimed, and then shrank back behind the cover in unison.

"Boss Maroni, please come out and talk."

"Harry the Witch, what are you doing here?" Maroni poked out half of his head from the window, looking down and shouted.

Harry pointed to the Penguin on the garbage mountain above, "Give Copperpot to me, and His Excellency Falcone will give you an explanation."

"Let him talk to me himself."

"Of course he will receive you in person, but today's time is urgent, let me come and pick you up first." Harry said.

After confirming that the witch was not here to start a war, Maroni relaxed, walked out of the crane door with a smile, and shouted: "Baby girl, I'm afraid it's not that simple to ask for a penguin in empty words."

"Boss Maroni, I'm also a well-known master of the fighting arena, isn't your name appropriate?" Harry narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Hahaha!" Maroni opened his arms, looked around the surrounding venue, and said proudly: "This is my territory, I can say whatever I want, there is nothing inappropriate."

Seeing the boss facing the witch, and still being so heroic, all the younger brothers who were hiding behind the abandoned car also came out, smiling and looking at Harley proudly.

"We are not waste like GCPD." The second master Costa said coldly holding the P90.

"I came here with sincerity," Harry sighed.

Maroney looked at her carefully, and said with a smile: "Baby girl, you might as well bring more submachine guns, sincerity is as useless as the baseball bat you stick in the back seat of the car."

Harry turned his head and glanced at the 'Paradise Silver Baseball Bat', looked seriously at the strong man above and asked, "Are you serious?"

"Baby—whoosh—boom—ahhh!"

Hearing him call out the title again, Harry pulled out the baseball bat with his back hand, and swung it upwards, hitting Maroney's face like lightning.

"oh, no—"

The penguin hanging on the mountain of abandoned cars shouted in despair, "Harry, don't be impulsive!"

"Fire and kill her!" The second master Costa pulled the trigger in the direction of Yamaha with a grim expression.

Harley tugged on the handlebar, pointed the front of the car at him, and pressed the transmitter.

"Whoosh!"

The moment the submachine gun rang out, tiny missiles also shot out.

"boom!"

Costa is all over the place.

Harry didn't even sway.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she stretched out her right hand, just in time to catch the falling baseball bat, and her movements were chic and easy, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.

Then, Yamaha swung his head on the spot, and the remaining four miniature missiles fired out in a fan shape.

"Swish, swish!" It shot at the area where the younger brothers were most densely populated.

"Boom boom boom!"

All around the sky is full of flames, and the stumps fly,
"It's crazy." The penguin, who was hanging upside down, looked dull, opened his mouth wide, and saliva flowed out.

　(ps: Maroni's restaurant is relatively high-end, and even the dishwashers have to wear leather shoes, Penguin does not have one, and was humiliated when he first went to the restaurant to apply for a job.

　　He has no shoes, and the restaurant does not need staff.

　　Then, the Penguin secretly slaughtered a chef in the restaurant, not only got the leather shoes, but also made the restaurant vacant. )
　　
　
(End of this chapter)