Marvel – Immortal Path

If the Wayne Building represents the historical glory of Gotham, then the Iceberg Restaurant in the Diamond District represents the wealth and luxury of Gotham.

For more than ten years, this Michelin 3-Star level restaurant with expensive consumption and top-level service as a gimmick has always been a symbol of high society. Those who enter and exit are either rich or expensive. Can you book a seat on the weekend afternoon? , Is a big trick for ladies to identify the real value of their boyfriends.

In the evening, the restaurant manager with a meticulous moustache kept his face cold, and despite the protests and questions of customers outside the restaurant, he stood alone in the door frame.

"I already booked a seat, why don't you let me in?" A puny girl with her arms around her partner yelled impatiently: "I ask you Boss to open the door quickly, do you want to do it? ?"

The restaurant manager didn't say a word, didn't even glance at Kuishao, just rolled up his sleeves a little and checked the time on his watch.

The gilded Kuo Shao who came from Europe to study abroad was even more annoyed. He just wanted to say the nasty vocabulary that had been brewing for a while, and the female companion beside him gently tugged his lap and leaned closer to his ear. "This is Mr. Copper's restaurant."

Copper, the word seems to have magical powers. The awkward young man who was still struggling his neck immediately died, his complexion changed, and he silently returned to the crowd.

With the sound of the brakes, a sports car stopped by the side of the road, and Oswald Copper, the bloated underworld giant got out of the car.

The Penguin still held the umbrella, but his arms seemed a little uncoordinated. He could only use the umbrella to act as a walking stick to support his weight, and limped forward.

The crowds of people separated automatically before him, just like the sea separated by Moses in the biblical story.

The restaurant manager, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried over to help, bathing in the sight of everyone, and supporting the penguins to enter the restaurant.

The whole process was going on in silence. No one in the crowd dared to laugh out loud, no one dared to stare at Cobot’s staggering pace. They could only stare at the back of the penguin, looking at the bloated and fat, The short and deformed man walked up to the second floor.

For a long time, the restaurant manager went downstairs and hung the wooden sign of "resting" on the glass door.

He bowed gently and humbly, and said, "Iceberg Restaurant only serves Mr. Copper today. Please forgive me."

No one protested, not even that one. Arrogant and despotic were not as wide or small, and the crowd dispersed in a blink of an eye.

On the top floor of the restaurant, in the corner by the window, the penguin is sticking to the table and slowly tying his napkins.

Northern sea shells transported by air from Shiraoi-cho, Northern Sea, are made into sashimi. They are sweet and smooth. They are crispy to chew, and also have a sea breeze.

The Penguin eats very slowly. His eyes are not focused on the dinner plate, but the newspaper behind the dinner plate, whose headline reads "Arkham Mental Hospital Exploded Attack". The subtitle is "Several Patients Fleeing".

This is news on the surface. All the people of Gotham City think that this is a jailbreak scene made up by a villain who spread chaos from the inside and outside,

The high-ranking penguin knew the deeper inside story-Arkham was indeed attacked.

The attackers did a clean job. First, they used micro-explosives to explode everywhere in the corridor. When everyone was in a hurry, the breakthrough held the cell of the "extremely dangerous", which would have "high value". "The target was taken away.

Poison Ivy, Firefly, Frozen Man, Scarecrow, Phosphorus Doctor.... These prisoners with more or less special ability are not left, and they are all taken away. Wait until Ah When the security staff from Cam Hospital and Gotham Tiaozi arrived, only the empty cell was left across from them.

Batman passed away, who can stop these villains from fleeing?

The Penguin took his gaze away from the newspaper and stared at his palm.

Although the palm of the right hand that was slaughtered off on the roof was spliced ​​up in time, a slightly larger movement would cause an uncontrollable itch from the bone marrow.

It looks like thousands of needles pierced the cross-section of the wrist, as if someone was poking the skin back and forth with a brush. The penguins would like to chop off their palms again with a dining knife and smash them into minced meat. This unbearable itching.

After all, he didn't do that. He just rolled his palms indifferently, pulled off his gloves, and examined the scars left by the slaughter.

In other words, also a kind of probability. It was not a long-established criminal who attacked Arkham, but the man who had risen to fame.

There is no impermeable wall on the world, and the Penguins have learned about the battle that took place in the snow in the suburbs through various channels.

The assassins sent by the Owl Court were completely wiped out, and the assassin alliance that infiltrated Gotham was also wiped out. The human massacre is like a giant celestial body hanging high above the sky, with fiery heat without a trace of emotion The bright light illuminates every dark corner of Gotham.

Did the Poison Ivy and Firefly be killed, or were they held captive?

Penguin doesn’t want to think about it. He just wants to nest in this restaurant, like an ostrich, resisting all foreign messages-he doesn’t even dare to escape, for fear of being slaughtered on the way out of the city. There is no news since then.

"I want something."

A man’s voice suddenly sounded downstairs, and the penguin got up from his seat suddenly, holding the umbrella handle, yes The stairway was approved.

"This thing is owned by the poor and needed by the rich."

The man's voice is getting closer, and the corner of the penguin's mouth sinks, stern and indifferent.

"If you eat it, you will die."

The speaker walked up the stairs, his boots on the floor of the hall.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a green suit, green trousers and a green hat. He is wearing red gloves and holding a yellow cane. The top of his palm is curved into a question mark shape.

He is a riddler, formerly named Edward Nigma, with high IQ and anti-social personality. He has been engaged in terrorist attacks in the Gotham room all the year round. He is a frequent visitor to Arkham Mental Hospital and one of Batman’s enemies. , But also an old acquaintance of the Penguins.

"Now, Copper, tell me, what do I want?"

The riddler swings his cane and sits briskly on the railing, dangling nervously With his legs, like a duck who knows how to float.

Penguin put down the umbrella and said coldly, "The poor have it, and the rich need it, so naturally it is nothing."

"That's right." The riddler said happily. Jumping off the railing, sitting on the seat next to the penguin with a big thorn, pulling over the dinner plate, and picking vegetables for oneself, "Oh my God, I'm going to starve to death."

Penguin Man sat down slowly, looking at the slightly ragged clothes on the Riddler, coldly said: "Aren’t you in the Arkham Mental Hospital? How did you come out."

"If you say, I am I walked out from the main entrance with a swagger, do you believe it?" The riddler shrugged indifferently, and said casually: "That night, when I was lying in bed thinking about a problem, I heard a violent explosion, a yellow-haired United Kingdom. Guy rushed into the jail, detained other strangers in some way, and took them away, but I took advantage of the chaos and escaped."

"United Kingdom guy?" Penguin frowned. Said: "Who is he?"

"I don't know," the riddler replied: "But I can take it from his stubble, the sauce on the brown yellow trench coat, and the mud on the soles of his shoes. It is inferred that he should live in the suburbs, often go to fast food restaurants to eat junk food, smoke, and drink alcohol. He has a history of drug abuse but has not been infected recently, and his life is extremely stressful..."

"Stop, Stop, stop." The penguin interrupted the riddler's inference, and said, "Don't tell me this, I don't want to know at all."

"You don't know, you can't do it." The riddler rolled the eyes, "Our team needs you."

"Team?" Penguin sneered and said contemptuously: "What are you doing? You are going to make a mess of Gotham."

"It's not like that," the Riddler gradually faded his laughter and said solemnly: "Batman is dead, and the Plant Ivy and others have been taken away. For us, Gotham has never been so dangerous.

I lost the shadow of the bat in the night sky, but in exchange for a more deadly falcon, I joined a team, not to make a big fuss in Gotham, but to protect myself."

"That's your business." Penguin said without the slightest hesitation: "Don't pull me in."

The riddler lowered his eyes, "I'm afraid it's too late. You know who killed it." Batman, you are the closest person to the real murderer, right?"

As if to respond to his words, the sound of calm high-heeled footsteps sounded from downstairs, a slightly chubby middle-aged black woman Walked up.

She wears workplace clothes, keeps her head and pearl earrings on her ears. She looks rather hard and hard. "My name is Amanda Waller and I belong to the United States Central Intelligence Agency."

Penguin narrowed his eyes and changed his mind. The CIA has six offices directly under the Director and the Deputy Director, and four departments, the management office, the operations office, the intelligence office, and the science and technology office. However, there are tens of thousands of them. After all, the employees of the plan have to follow the orders of the President and Congress.

The black woman in front of me is no more than a big soldier under the United States National Security Council. With his connections and influence in Congress, it can make the other party unable to walk around in minutes.

In this mentality, Penguin still remains reserved as a capitalist. He switched his eyes back and forth between Amanda and the riddler, and only after a long while he said: "The team the riddler said is you Formed?"

"It's me." Amanda said frankly: "Central Intelligence Agency has a secret plan to search for criminals with special abilities from prisons and transform them into federal The elite warrior serving."

Penguin squinted his eyes. On the west coast, he knew a little bit about this kind of internal secrets of privacy in the Federation. He pointed to the riddler and said, "He also Serve you?"

"In a way, yes." Amanda nodded, "We probation Mr. Nigma."

"Probation?" Penguin almost He laughed out loud, "I am afraid that he has hijacked his vitals in some way. Under the threat of Death, force him to serve you."

Amanda nodded, "I belong to The department has been paying attention to Gotham for a long time. After the Arkham Mental Hospital was attacked, we immediately dispatched elite soldiers to timely capture the dangerous elements who fled during the chaos, including Mr. Nigma."

"Sounds great." Penguin smiled slightly, sitting back in the chair, and said calmly: "Go on, I'm listening."

"Gotham is in danger." Amanda Then he said: "The criminal codenamed Ren Tu was involved in several murders and was identified by our Intelligence Section as a high-risk criminal who threatened national security. He should not be allowed to continue to act recklessly in Gotham."

She threw a stack of photos on the table, stretched out her stubby fingers, and spread out the photos of the crime scene one by one: "Sapa Manor extinguish sect tragedy, Batman disappearance, the complete destruction of the rooftop Hydra and its leader Baron Strucker, the owl court killer who disappeared in the snow in the suburbs, the Assassin Alliance squad headed by Lars Gul El, and even swallowed this Arkham assault case... these things are intertwined together, together. Point the clue to that person, and you can help us find him."

Penguin remained silent. He looked at the photos, the eyes under the lenses did not contain a trace of emotion, "First of all, I Why do you want to help you? Secondly, from the current point of view, the enemies targeted by Tutu are limited to those criminals who have a high threat to society. In the moral concept of the general public, Tutu is completely a good person, but the methods are slightly extreme. ."

"hehe," Amanda said with a cold laugh: "When an independent individual masters When there is an out-of-conventional martial power, it is itself a threat to the country. Even more how According to the profile evaluation results of our department psychoanalysts, the morality of Tutu is extremely weak, and he has nothing to do with slaughter. Don't mind, it's a black box bomb that can explode at any time. "

"Well, even if he is a threat, what does it have to do with me? I am a businessman, nothing more. "

Amanda Waller smiled. She took out a photo that was probably taken from a CCTV surveillance system and pressed it on the table. "The man in the photo is Constantine, Exorcist, Mysterious Warlock, who disappeared in Gotham a few months ago, was involved in the terrorist attack on the Arkham Mental Hospital this time. We speculate that he has some connection with Tutu, and even worked directly for Tutu.

I am afraid that you only broke one hand instead of losing your head. It is also because you, like Constantine, worked for others out of coercion, right? Don't you want to remove the sword of Damocles hanging from your neck? "

The Penguin was silent, he pushed the glasses lens, said solemnly: "So you want to catch him?" I always thought this was what SHIELD should do. "

Amanda scowled and said indifferently: "National Security Agency CIA, FBI FBI, Homeland Security Agency DHS, National Geographic Intelligence Agency NGA, National Reconnaissance Office NRO, these five departments are all There are separate action plans for transcenders, and they often cooperate with SHIELD within the scope of their functions, and I represent the CIA. "

That’s all, Penguin can no longer pretend to be stupid. Amanda Waller’s official position may not be as high as Director of SHIELD, but her scope of authority is definitely quite large, even directly to the White House. Internal responsibility.

It’s ridiculous to say that the Penguin’s capitalist status is the reason why Amanda Waller’s respectful posture is, if he is like others who have the martial power beyond Ordinary Level, and Without the corresponding social status, I am afraid that Amanda would have been dragged into the small black room to torture a confession.

"..." Penguin twitched his face and said indifferently: "The slaughter asked me to deal with the rooftops. The body of the Hydra soldier, nothing more. "

Amanda skipped this topic and asked bluntly: "So, do you also contact him?" "