MM Racing Chapter 549 Eve of Dawn
Chapter 549 Eve of Dawn
"Squeak..."
Door, clock in slowly.
Cobot's squirming fat body stuck out his head and looked at the person. He didn't seem surprised: "Come in, you can go through the front door next time."
"..." The visitor walked into the office silently without saying a word.
"Please sit down. I'm sorry. Under normal circumstances, I should have asked my men to pour you some drinks or something, but you knocked them all out..." Cobot calmly motioned for the visitor to sit on the sofa, but saw that he didn't move. , not annoyed at all, just sat back on his boss's chair, casually picked up a cigar from the table, "Let me guess, what method are you thinking of interrogating me... put a gun to my head. ? Or beat me first to force me to submit? Oh, I hope you are gentler than your bat daddy, I can’t stand the torture at my age now..."
"You know why I came, Cobot." The visitor made a cold voice, with both guns raised in his hands, "Court of Owls, tell me everything you know."
"I'm a businessman, little birdie, and I never do business at a loss." Copot puffed on his cigar, white smoke coming out of the corner of his mouth. He shook his head slightly and pointed at the table, "I don't I know what you are talking about, and even if I know it, I won’t reveal any information, after all, this thing will lose its head.”
The visitor silently glanced at the table with the corner of his eye. On the table, there were small words written with his fingers dipped in wine:
“Partitions Have Ears, Elliott Center, Murals.”
And below, there is another sentence.
"hit me."
"You'd better not play tricks on me, Cobot." After learning the information, the man rushed forward immediately, grabbed the Penguin by the collar, and slammed him on the table. The location where it was smashed was exactly that line of text. "Say! Otherwise I will break every bone in your body!"
"I said it! I don't know what you are talking about! Do you damn bat cubs all like to take action when they disagree?!" The Penguin struggled desperately and even swept the things on the table to the ground. , he responded with a loud roar, "Fake! I am a good citizen now! You are using torture to extract a confession!"
And what responded to him was the sound of a gunshot.
"boom!"
And that bullet only shattered the window glass of Penguin's office.
Feeling that the pressure on his body was gone, Cobot raised his head with difficulty, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. The figure in front of him had disappeared into thin air.
Well, that's what that smelly bat does.
Cobot stood up in embarrassment, picked up the cigar that had been knocked to the ground with some distress, rubbed the bloody handkerchief against the part of the cigar near his mouth, and started smoking expressionlessly.
No one knew what he was thinking. After all, Batman's existence did affect some of Penguin's underground industries, but he risked his head to inform the members of the Bat-family of clues about the Court of Owls.
Maybe it's because good businessmen always hedge their bets?
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Deep gasps came from the cold, damp, dark underground.
Clark Kent felt dizzy, and with his slightly opened eyes, he was looking at the surrounding environment.
He was being tied to a cross, and the cross and the chains that imprisoned him both emitted weak green fluorescence. They seemed to be an alloy doped with green kryptonite, but the purity was not high and could only be restricted. His power will not cause him to be completely killed by radiation.
In front of him were several huge culture chambers, with human bodies soaked in transparent solution. It was unclear whether they were dead bodies. In the culture chamber located in the center, the nutrient solution also exudes the fluorescence of kryptonite. The soaked human body is stronger than the others, but it is as pale as a corpse.
The red and blue tights seem to be similar to the suit Clark used earlier, but... the logo on the chest is not "S", but "U".
When Clark saw the man's face, he just felt it was ridiculous. He seemed to have looked in the mirror several times overnight, because the man in the cultivation warehouse had the same face as him.
But compared to the previous Bizarro, the "clone" that appeared inexplicably in front of him seems to be more normal, and it is not the same as Connor. It is almost a one-to-one replica of Clark.
"laugh--"
"It seems you are much stronger than I thought, Superman."
To Clark's right, what seemed to be a security door was slowly opened, and a dark gray figure walked in and spoke to Clark expressionlessly.
"Who are you...Batman..." Clark asked weakly, "Where is this..."
"It's a pity that you can't see him anymore." The man responded indifferently, "But I won't kill you. I just need you to do me a favor, and then you can leave here in peace... maybe."
"Your way of asking for help is really..." Clark responded with a sneer, "Another mysterious organization that wants to copy my genes... You are not afraid of playing with fire and burning yourself."
"Maybe you still don't understand your situation." The man slowly walked up to Clark and raised a strange-shaped test tube. "I just want to be as polite as possible. After all, this is not a request."
Clark, who was affected by the radiation, could only watch helplessly as the man inserted the needle into his blood vessel and slowly drew out a jar of blood. Although Clark did not feel any pain, his face still looked a little ugly.
"By the way, if you cooperate with me, I can consider returning Miss Lois Lane to you intact." After the man completed the collection work in his hands, he seemed to be in a better mood when he saw that Clark did not resist. , said in a hoarse voice, "It's up to you... Kryptonian."
The man turned and left, and with the sound of the safety door closing, the surroundings fell into silence again.
Clark moved his cheeks calmly and opened his mouth slightly. A trace of light red light appeared under his tongue. After being "defeated" by Bizarro earlier, he took out the "life-saving tool" that Bruce gave him and took advantage of the opportunity. Before Bizarro could react, he swallowed it directly into his stomach. Relying on his strong muscle control ability, Clark can push back what he eats into his stomach like a cow. He is ensuring that this thing can be accessed normally at critical moments, but now, he needs to wait and see what happens.
Logically speaking, the effect of this thing should be immediate. Although the effect is different every time, there has never been any problem with the products produced by Batman...
It was a piece of red kryptonite the size of a fingernail.
"What the hell..."
After swallowing the red kryptonite again, Clark said helplessly.
"If I could, I would never want to come to Gotham again."
"Bruce..."