I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 209 Gotham's First Dutiful Son
"Butch, tell me clearly, what's wrong with my mother?"

Cobbot yelled into the microphone.

"Coppert, calm down, it's just kidnapping, not tearing up the ticket."

"Fuck, it's too fast." Coppert murmured.

"What's too fast?" Butch said blankly on the other end of the phone.

"Where are Sarri and Doncic? How did those two bastards protect my mother?" Coppert scolded.

Butch said: "Of course he died in the line of duty!

One shot to the head, two shots to kill two people, no trace of resistance.

The other party is a veteran, and has been following the old lady for a long time.

The old lady was returning home from Broadway, just passing by Browning Street, a slightly remote street.

Right there, the Volvo driving in front suddenly broke down and turned off, causing the old lady’s bulletproof car to rear-end, and Surrey opened the door to check.”

"Did the robbers leave any information?" Cobot asked with an ugly expression.

"I left a post-it note in the car, telling us not to call the police or disclose this matter to any third-party forces. In addition, he said he would call you." Butch said.

That night, Hanhai Building, the office downstairs in the penthouse.

"It's you, Theo Galavan?! I know this building belongs to you, but I'm still looking forward to meeting some of the tenants in the building."

Looking at the smiling man with a sling on his arm, it was difficult for Copperpot to calm down.

"You, a Gotham business star, big entrepreneur, and billionaire, what can you get from me?" He was very puzzled.

"Barbara!" Galavan called into the side room.

"B- shit, Barbara Jean!"

Coppert was wondering who Barbara was, and then he saw the enchanting square-faced Barbara walking out with a smile.

"Take care of the people above." She threw a stack of sub-documents in front of him.

Coppert bent down, picked it up from the ground, flipped through it casually, and immediately his face changed drastically.

"These are all candidates for mayor. You, do you want to be the mayor of Gotham City? Mayor James was also killed by you. On the night of the Central Park Hotel One bombing, the first to die was the deputy mayor."

"Going around in such a big circle, wasting so much energy, and paying such a high price, just for the position of mayor?"

He couldn't believe it and found it ridiculous.

"You look down on the mayor?" Galavan frowned.

"Hahaha" Coppert laughed while clutching his stomach, "You're so funny, you quietly killed Mayor James yourself, and then just played a stage play and exploded the deputy mayor's head.

Now, you ask me, do you think highly of the mayor? "

Galavan glanced at him coldly, picked up the remote control, and pressed it on the large LCD screen hanging on the wall.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

In the dog cage, an old woman in fine clothes was crying, and a man in a hood stood next to her, stabbing her with an electric baton from time to time.

"Oh, No——" Coppert's face immediately changed, and he ran to the front of the video, jumping and jumping, tears streaming down his face, "Mom, mom—let my mother go, please."

He begged Galavan bitterly.

"Hahaha!" Galavan laughed triumphantly, pointed at the penguin and said to Barbara, "Look, I said earlier that little penguins are the best to deal with, but you still don't believe me.

Now, doesn't he become an obedient dog?

Coppert, call twice to listen. "

Coppert didn't hesitate, "Wow, woof, let my mother go, I'll help you get rid of these people."

Barbara looked complicated.

"You were laughing at me just now." Galavan had a malicious smile on his face.

"Mr. Galavan, I apologize." Cobblepot said hastily.

Galavan hooked his fingers at him and stretched out his right foot, "Lick my shoe clean."

Cobot's face was flushed, but he looked back at the crying mother in the cage. He lowered his head, limped and approached slowly, squatted down, and held Galavan's leather shoes——

"Plop!" Galavan kicked him over and said angrily, "Lick the soles of your shoes, idiot!"

Coppert followed his word.

Stick out your tongue, scrape from bottom to top, and from top to bottom.

He licked his tongue with great relish.

"nausea."

Galavan couldn't take it anymore, showing disgust, and kicked him over again.

Coppert got up quickly and begged, "Don't hit my mother, please."

Barbara on the side, with a blank face, turned her head away.

Galavan snapped his fingers, and the man in the hood put away the electric baton and stood aside.

"If you can make Harley Quinn." Galavan's eyes flashed with excitement, he looked at Coppert expectantly, and asked, "Are you familiar with Harley Quinn?

What should I do if I want to control her like I control you? "

"It can't be done." Coppert shook his head numbly, "If she had such a big flaw, I would have done it long ago."

"That's right." Galavan frowned, pondered for a long time, and laughed again: "How about it, now you know how powerful the mayor of Gotham is?

James is useless, but it does not mean that the position of mayor is useless.

In any case, the mayor is also No.1 on the bright side of Gotham's political circles.

Only those with power, money, power, and wisdom can control the good knife of the 'mayor'. "

"But if I kill the other candidates and leave you alone, won't it be too conspicuous?" Coppert said.

"You think I'm as stupid as you?"

Galavan sneered, "I'm not running for the election at all, but you sign up tomorrow and threaten others to quit.

There must be candidates who refuse to agree, and you shoot those diehards.

At that time, Gotham's political circles will inevitably be shocked, and the people of Gotham will be furious.

When the incident was full of uproar and complaints, I held a press conference as a representative of entrepreneurs, calling on the people of Gotham to "not fear violence and violence, unite the whole people, and resist the black state from disrupting the sacred election."

Hehehe, there will be reporters standing up on the spot, asking me to run for mayor with a sincere attitude of looking forward to the savior, and I will repeatedly decline until a group of reporters and people ask me. "

"After that, there will be a sequel to the 'Hotel One Central Park' stage play. You stabbed me in the heart and became a common hero for the people and the dignitaries?" Coppert said with a complicated expression.

Galavan patted his face, smiled and said, "Remember, don't wear body armor like Jerome's white-eyed wolf!

Let me poke it hard, and your mother can go home safe and sound and continue to be a bad little Broadway performer. "

"What if Jerome jumps out in the middle and exposes your secret?" Cobblepot asked.

Galavan rolled his eyes at him, and said coolly, "Of course you are the one to carry it!

Mayor James was kidnapped by you.

In order to kill the deputy mayor and the political and business dignitaries who may prevent you from reaching the top, you planned the bombing of the Central Park Hotel and wiped out Gotham's ruling class.

Later, when I announced my candidacy, you knew you were invincible, and you became angry and arranged for Jerome to come out and slander me.

In fact, instead of Jerome, I'd have Barbara show up first, and have her 'frame' me for being behind the scenes. "

"Hahaha, tell me, what would Jerome look like when I took the lead?" Galavan raised his head and laughed.

"High!" Coppert gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

Galavan stared into his eyes for a long time, only seeing admiration and submission.

With a serious heart, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he nodded and promised: "Don't worry, Jerome is just a lunatic, of course he will throw it away after using it.

You are different, I still need you to check and balance Harley Quinn on the road! "

"Thank you, Mr. Galavan." Cobblepot said gratefully.

Then, he said cautiously: "Can you let me talk to my mother so that she won't be afraid."

Galavan smiled and said, "Your request is very reasonable, but it can't be done today. You haven't accomplished anything yet!"

"I'll announce my candidacy for mayor tonight," Coppert said eagerly.

Galavan turned cold, "You are in such a hurry to make the idiot suspicious. Are you being coerced?"

Coppert said in tears: "I just want my mother not to be afraid. She keeps crying and I feel bad."

Galavan pressed the mute button, and the crying of the old woman on the screen stopped abruptly.

"Is that all right?" he teased.

The veins on Coppert's forehead were throbbing, but he still squeezed out a flattering smile, "My mother is weak and won't escape, why don't you let her out of the cage and give her a bottle of water?"

Galavan said calmly: "Tomorrow afternoon, find a reporter you know and tell me that you are interested in running for mayor.

Brew for two days, wait for the news to ferment in Gotham, and then officially announce your candidacy.

On the fourth day, send threatening letters to those candidates.

On the sixth day, I started to kill people, and on the eighth day, I came forward to reprimand you for your behavior.
Cobbot, you are very smart, so I believe you can handle it well.

If everything goes well, your mother will soon be able to live in the big villa and eat the delicacies prepared for her by my servants.

However, if something goes wrong along the way—"

Cobbot interrupted him nervously, "I swear, there will be no accidents, and I will do exactly what you say!"

"Give her a cup of warm milk." Galavan said to the camera on the roof.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Galavan." Cobblepot said gratefully.

After the old woman drank the milk and stopped whining, Coppert walked away step by step.

"You humiliate him like this, he must hate you to death." Barbara said.

Galavan nodded slightly, and said with a serious expression: "I deliberately challenged his bottom line.

Even in the most humiliating and sad time, he can still squeeze out the most sincere and grateful smile to me.

Falk, it looks so real, it makes my scalp tingle.

Alas, Cobbot is a ruthless character worthy of respect. I admit that I underestimated him before, and I must get rid of him after use up! "

"I thought you were enjoying the process of torturing him, because of Jerome." Barbara said strangely.

"Yes, I hate him for letting Jerome wake up early, but I won't be perverted enough to torture a dutiful son with his mother."

Galavan shook his head slowly, "I at least told him the truth, I need him to check and balance Harley Quinn.

But now, Cobot, who can't be tolerated by ordinary people, has no possibility of being tamed by me at all, so I absolutely must not keep it! "

"But Penguin has at least told the truth, in Gotham, the mayor is really worthless.

Without Coppert's support on the road, how different can you be from the previous James?
Or, have you found a replacement for Copperpot? " Barbara frowned.

Galavan stood up, put his arms around Barbara and kissed her passionately, almost touching her face, and said, "I'll show you my real cards."

Barbara's heart moved, and she silently followed him to the 11th floor, the fire prevention floor.

Before turning on the lights, the whole floor was dark and quiet like a tomb. The crisp sound of high heels spread far and even echoed.

When Galavan slapped his hands three times, the lights on the ceiling were turned on from near to far, and a crowd of priests and soldiers in crusader combat uniforms appeared in front of the two of them.

"Angel of Death, you should not have brought her here."

(End of this chapter)