HCB Chapter 67 Venom
Chapter 67 Venom
Chapter 67 Venom
"What... what's going on? You never mentioned beforehand that you had already partnered with Scarecrow Jonathan Klein!"
Two muscular claws roared as he fought against the traitors under the Penguin's command. Lincoln March raised his arm armor, and a man wearing a white owl mask appeared on the lit 3D screen.
Lincoln March outwardly feigned confusion, trying his best to conceal any anger in his voice:
"You've already reached an agreement with him, so why did you send me here to pretend to 'test' him?"
In just a few seconds, Lincoln March's mind had already gone through eighteen turns.
Anger surged to his head, clearing his mind completely:
"If I'm not mistaken, without the unexpected betrayal by the Penguin, I would probably have had a very pleasant conversation with the Scarecrow, because in terms of both power and strength, the Scarecrow meets the standards you previously set for a collaborator..."
The Owl Court's internal probing plan was quickly and completely deduced in his mind:
"Then, after everyone has had their fill of pleasantries, the Scarecrow will take the opportunity to say that he is very interested in me and wants to form a private alliance with me, bypassing the courts..."
Lincoln March continued in his mind:
"Then I will refuse, and the court will create other things to lower my guard against Scarecrow. Once I am completely convinced that I am the first court member to contact Scarecrow, I will probably actually form some kind of cooperative relationship with Scarecrow behind the court's back... And if Scarecrow goes back on his word and tells the court all these things, then that will be my... doomsday."
His heart was filled with icy coldness. He suppressed his anger and murderous intent, showing no sign of it in his tone or expression.
That's right, the face.
Although he was wearing a helmet, he had no idea whether the court had installed a monitor on his helmet, or whether the expression on his face was being monitored by the court staff. He was uncertain about everything, and therefore, he dared not relax for a moment.
I'll kill you all sooner or later.
He hardened his heart, but then Bruce Wayne's melancholy face suddenly appeared in his mind.
"...I have a younger brother named Thomas Wayne Jr., hahaha, my parents and I love him very much, but he was born with a health problem..."
"...My parents entrusted him to Liulin Hospital, but one day he disappeared, and I've been looking for him ever since..."
"...If you become the mayor of Gotham, could you help me find my brother?"
"...Please forgive my presumptuous request. I know the mayor shouldn't use his power to do things for my personal benefit..."
"...I've always missed my younger brother..."
"...He is my family..."
"……family……"
"...It's hard to find him; he can't possibly be called Thomas Wayne anymore..."
But he could be called Lincoln March.
"I don't understand, Court." Lincoln March's face showed a clear, bewildered expression.
"As the court's most loyal claw, I should not have questioned the court's decision."
But I don't understand why the court is assigning me such a meaningless task.
silence.
The man in the white owl mask opposite him didn't speak.
Lincoln March could probably control his heart rate to prevent any changes, even though he had received enhancements from Amber Gold, his heart was still beating.
He secretly underwent intensive training with lie detectors, which allowed him to easily deceive such a foolish machine with just a little practice.
He is confident that even if he were put on a lie detector right now, the court would not find out that he is lying.
"It's not meaningless, Lincoln," said the man in the white owl mask. "It was just a test of the Scarecrow; don't worry about it."
He said, "Now, all you need to do is help the Scarecrow take care of the Penguin. That stupid Copperfield. We spared Falcone's life when he left..."
But he shouldn't have interfered with the court's plans. His biggest regret before he died would have been his erratic personality throughout his life.
"It's Venom, Oswald."
The scarecrow stood up from the ground, stretching out his tall and thin body, which was as thin as a bamboo pole.
"He helped me realize that replenishing one's own strength is not an admission of one's insignificance."
Bang bang bang bang!
Without a word, the Deadshot began to unleash a hail of bullets on him. If he had previously considered capturing the opponent alive and unharmed, now there was no need to hold back at all.
Bullets of all kinds rained down on the scarecrow's limbs. The four guns in his hands fired at the same time, and the metal storm would tear the scarecrow's limbs apart in the next second, turning him into a real human pig.
Even if it results in permanent disability or the possibility of bleeding to death, it doesn't matter; it must be done before those two claws protect him...
Clang clang clang clang clang!
The sound of fine, glint-like blades flashed incessantly, and the collision of bullets and blades was as beautiful as a sonata played by a musician.
One bullet at a time, they slowly fell to the ground. The Death Shooter stopped firing, his face expressionless.
Ordinary shooting like this is ineffective against the enemy.
The scarecrow tightened its collar and wiped its head.
"In fact, understanding one's own limitations is a kind of strength."
He said, "And I have long realized that the best way to intimidate someone is with unknown cards and new power."
He slowly opened his arms, and Lincoln March watched as the seven claws he had brought walked past him one by one, as if he didn't exist.
At this moment, Jonathan Klein is more like a spokesperson for the Court of Owls than he is.
"Hey, really?!"
Harley Quinn stood next to another muscular claw and shouted, "No way, no way, they can't all be muscle monsters, can they? It can't be that ridiculous!"
In response, the muscular claw beside her slashed at the spot where she had just been standing.
The samurai sword, which was originally about the length of an arm, was held in a hand with muscular claws, like a 1.8-meter-tall strong man holding a small dinner knife.
Even so, under the immense force, the floor where Harley was standing immediately exploded.
"Harley! Damn it, don't stand so close to this monster!"
Poison Ivy immediately commanded the giant plant to whip backward, sending the claws flying:
"Harley! You're a cute little girl, weak and helpless, while I'm a witch. You should have left these dangerous guys to me..."
"I'm a witch too!"
Harley Quinn said, leaping onto the fallen Claw and slamming it head-on with a baseball bat, "Knock out!"
With a loud bang, Harley felt that she had used so much force that her hand hurt from the impact; the force was enough to smash an ordinary person's head like a watermelon.
But the next second, she saw the claws stand up straight, completely unharmed, and tear the vines that were wrapped around her body.
"Oh."
With a loud bang, amidst the billowing dust, Harley tumbled away, beautiful and adorable.
"Come on, be angry, claws!" the scarecrow raised its hands. "Use your venom!"
The next second, all the claws let out a deafening roar!
As the seven shadows grew taller and larger, the penguin swallowed hard.
He immediately and decisively put his hand on the headphones: "Batman!!! Help!!!"
(End of this chapter)