Chapter 787: Deadly Joke (XIV)

If you want to defeat a madman, you have to be crazier than him. Bruce is crazier than the Joker right now.

Copot was not very crazy to begin with. He had a physical and mental problem and was at the bottom of the villain's contempt chain. Facing a Batman who was so crazy that he had to admit that he was defeated.

"Wayne, our game is over here. I admit that you won. I don't care what the fate of the children you took away was. As long as you are in your current state, you did win."

Cobot raised his hands and took a few steps back and said, "If you want to use this method to embarrass me, you really don't have to. We are all businessmen, so don't make it so disgraceful..."

Bruce just stared at him with piercing eyes and said, "Why can't you understand me? I am indeed here to do business with you. I have told you that I have memorized all the information near the living hell." , I have all the information you want here, you just need to pay for it..."

Cobot showed a helpless expression. He stood there, took a deep breath, then walked to the phone desk behind him and called the Gotham Police Department.

Cobblepot wasn't asking the police to take Bruce Wayne away; he was asking the police to take him away.

I can't afford to offend him, but I can afford to hide. The worst I can do is go to jail for a few months, and at the same time, I can drink and flirt with the gang boss I haven't seen for a long time.

In this way, Cobot was taken away by Gordon, Bruce's plan to make extra money came to nothing, and his far superior memory was useless.

Looking at Cobot's leaving back, Bruce had no joy of victory at all. He was only filled with annoyance and thought Cobot was crazy.

Cobot wanted to reorganize the rules around the Fire Hell, and Bruce just came to him with a solution and sincerity, but he chose to call the police and surrender. Isn't this crazy? What is it?

Standing in front of the Iceberg Restaurant, Bruce sighed and looked at the still gloomy sky in Gotham. He knew that he had to find another way out.

It wasn't that he was tired of his job as a truck driver. The main reason was that the truck he got had reached the end of its life, and he really didn't have that much money to fill the bottomless pit of repairing the truck.

Fortunately, the place he moved to now has water leaks and constant noise every day, but one advantage is that the location is very good.

It is very close to the dock, much closer to Celina's residence, which means that Bruce can work as a porter.

After discovering this, Bruce felt a sense of excitement and happiness that he had never experienced in the past month, because the threshold for porters was much lower than that of truck drivers. They did not even check their place of residence, as long as they were individuals, they could go. Dry.

On a morning when the temperature rose, Bruce came to the dock to apply for a job. The person in charge of recruiting took one look at his figure, shook his head and said: "You are too thin and have no muscles in your arms, so you can't sell for a good price. "

"But I'm very strong." Bruce said.

The recruiter impatiently turned over the book in his hand and said: "Everyone who comes here says this, even if they are as skinny as a bamboo pole... Forget it, if it weren't for the shortage of people here, I would be really impatient. Deal with you."

"First of all, do you smoke? Where do you live? Do you know anyone from a gang?" The recruiter asked a series of questions, and Bruce answered truthfully. After hearing that he didn't smoke or drink, the recruiter flipped through the pages. Eyelids, he said: "You're from out of town, right?"

Bruce could only nodded and said, "But I have been a truck driver for a while before, and I am familiar with the roads."

"This is an advantage." The recruiter replied to him: "But you can't do the unloading work on the ship. You will have to work until you cough up blood in a week. You can go to the indoor warehouse to tally goods. Oh, by the way, are you brave? ?”

"Courage?" Bruce asked, "Does being a porter still require courage?"

"Don't ask so many questions." The recruiter became a little impatient again. He rolled his eyes and said, "The salary of indoor tallying is very low, but now there is a special job. Your partner has a special situation. As long as you are brave, The salary will be increased by 30%.”

"I'm very brave," Bruce replied immediately.

He didn't think anything in the world could scare him. Well, there were papers before, but there shouldn't be anything after that.

It wasn't until he came to the warehouse where he was going to tally goods that Bruce discovered that his partner was a crocodile.

It is not accurate to say it is a crocodile, it should be said to be a crocodile, because this crocodile has the head of a crocodile, is very tall, and has very strong muscles. Bruce stared at him for a minute and found that the crocodile was alone. It can do the work of three people.

Therefore, Bruce's first emotion was not fear, disgust, or doubt, but envy. Bruce felt that if he looked like this, the agency would not dare to cheat him.

In fact, Bruce recognized him. When he was in the dream world, there was such a crocodile in Cat City Gotham, but at that time, he was a crocodile cat. Bruce thought that there might be a corresponding criminal who appeared in the real brother. Tan City, but I never thought he would appear like this.

But Bruce was not very nervous, because he knew that the crocodile cat was quite easy to get along with, so he walked up and said hello to the crocodile. He said: "Hello, I am your future colleague, and I am also here. This warehouse job.”

The crocodile turned its eyes, glanced at him, and asked angrily: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Bruce looked up at his bloody mouth, but then his eyes fell on the box he was carrying. The box contained a bunch of metal parts, which looked very heavy. Bruce looked at the side, walked over, and wanted to move a similar box, and then he found that he couldn't move it at all.

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"Don't move." The crocodile man suddenly said, "That will sprain your waist, and if it breaks, you will have to pay for it."

The crocodile man's voice was a little hoarse, and his accent was very strange. It seemed that his vocal cords were different from those of ordinary people, but Bruce felt that he was already very good. After all, you can't ask more from a crocodile.

The two began to work in silence. Bruce asked about the crocodile man's situation, and then he learned that this crocodile was more unlucky than him.

The crocodile man was not a local, but he also came from the vicinity of Gotham. He was originally a normal person, but he suffered from an atavistic disease, which made him look more and more like a crocodile.

The town where he lived could not tolerate people with such appearance, so they drove him out with guns and cannons.

With nowhere to go, the crocodile man could only come to Gotham to try his luck. At first, he lived in the sewer, and everyone should know what happened later.

In order to deal with the Court of Owls, Schiller froze the entire sewer of Gotham. Although the Court of Owls no longer existed in history, the freezing of the sewers remained.

The crocodile man was very tragically sealed in a small room and starved for a whole month. He was dug out when the gang renovated the cold storage.

But Gotham has an advantage, that is, the people here are well-informed and rarely make a fuss. The first thing they saw was not the crocodile man’s strange head, but his strong arms, so the crocodile man joined the ranks of Gotham’s large-scale development.

Because he was arrested and sent to labor reform before he had time to kill anyone, he did not get the title of Killer Croc. Now he is just a strong and capable crocodile man, who gets the salary of one person and does the work of three people. The gang will give him the title of labor model.

"You mean, food and accommodation are provided here?" Bruce looked at the crocodile man and asked. The crocodile man glanced at him again, shook his big head, and said, "Don't think about it. They will provide me with food and accommodation because I look very fierce. No one will rent a house for me. If I leave Gotham, no one will help them do so much work."

Bruce felt a little regretful, but he didn't say too much. In the next few days, he found that this was indeed a very ideal job for him. The crocodile man was so capable that Bruce didn't need to spend too much effort to carry heavy objects. He just needed to arrange the order of putting them on the shelves and put on the labels.

The salary here is not low, and unlike truck drivers who rely on the weather for food, the cargo transportation volume here is very large, and there is work to do every day. Bruce's slum life is back on track.

However, there is no day without unexpected events in Gotham. The weather forecast here is far from predicting the fickle weather. The warehouse near the seaside dock caught fire in a weather with a humidity of up to 87%.

How the fire happened is unknown. When Bruce heard the news, he only heard the gatekeeper say that it seemed that the storage specifications of a chemical agent were incorrect, which led to a leak. In addition, one of the warehouse tally clerks smoked, and the sparks fell on the chemical, which not only caused an explosion but also a fire.

When he heard the word "chemicals", Bruce knew that something might have happened in the warehouse where he worked. Before leaving yesterday, he specially confirmed whether his labels were well pasted, and those labels said "chemical agents, sent to ACE Chemical Plant".

Rushing into the warehouse area, Bruce found that the fire was very strong, but he knew he had to go in, because the crocodile man ate and lived inside the warehouse, and he definitely didn't have time to run out now.

Bruce didn't know whether the crocodile man would have the same habits as the crocodile, but whether he liked water or not, he definitely didn't like fire.

Bruce rushed in as fast as he could. He found the room where he worked. The fire here was not the biggest, but the smoke was very thick. Bruce remembered that a batch of wood had just been transported yesterday morning, but there was no time to send it away, so it became the best fuel.

The blazing flames reflected on Bruce's face. When the flames hurt in his blue eyes, it was like the afterglow of the sunset under the blue sky, but this beautiful scene did not last too long. Bruce heard a "bang" and the beams of the warehouse fell down, which meant that this place could not hold on for too long.

Bruce picked up his coat, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed in against the choking smoke and dust. He felt that he could save the crocodile man, but he overestimated his physical strength and underestimated the danger here.

As soon as he rushed in, Bruce saw that the crocodile man was pressed under the wood. There were many beams in the wood transported yesterday, and they all collapsed at this time. The crocodile man should not have noticed when he ran out and was pressed. The beams just pressed on his waist, making it impossible for him to exert force.

Bruce wanted to lift the wood, but the reduction in muscle mass made him no longer strong enough. And considering the weight of the wood, even Batman in his prime might not be able to lift it up quickly, and Bruce already felt that he was about to run out of oxygen.

The only way now was to forcibly pull the crocodile out. Bruce half-knelt beside him and said to him: "Hold on, it may hurt a little, but it will be fine in a while..."

He grabbed the crocodile man's strong arm and pulled him out. The crocodile man screamed fiercely, but he couldn't move at all.

Bruce covered his mouth and nose with his coat and stood up shakily.

A noisy voice rang in his ears. He couldn't hear what was being said. He only smelled an extremely pungent smell of chemical agents. He knew that this thing was poisonous when it burned.

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It seems that everything has come to an end. Bruce thought that he finally got what he wanted. He finally touched the bottom of this terrible abyss.

What is underneath? There is only death.

No, no, no, Bruce thought, not only death, not only death... There must be something else here.

Suddenly, the noisy noise became clear, and Bruce heard it. It was a laugh, a very happy laugh.

This laugh was so sincere that it sounded like the last cry left by countless wronged souls who died in the snowy night.

After his strength was exhausted, his mind began to blur. In the shadow of the campfire, Bruce slowly fell down.

He lay on his back on the ground, the firelight shone on his face, gently caressing his cheeks, smoke and dust choked his throat, and flames burned into his eyes.

Just like all Gotham people, in the fire of the secular world, the sins and punishments burned out, the bones and blood turned to ashes, and the eighteen levels of hell could not burn a single tear.

The fire collapsed the shelves, and the shelf closest to Bruce collapsed with a bang. Countless chemicals on it fell on him like raindrops.

In the blazing flames, Bruce welcomed a Gotham night rain, which was cold and unbearable, and chilled to the bone.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, because he saw the truth of the fire, and he was facing the craziest thing in the world-reality.

Thousands of ordinary people, in the ordinary life day after day, are ordinary, without a huge war, and no brilliant stories.

Tired, hungry, sleepless, day after day, taking drugs, gambling, whoring, hopeless, looking for a job, a house, a partner, running around, no money, no love, no hope, all alone.

At this moment, Batman finally understood why the Joker wanted to laugh.

Because the Joker saw a god standing on the clouds, vowing to save everything, and it took ten years.

Batman spent ten years living a joke.

This was really funny, so Bruce laughed too.