There are many people who want to kill Batman... Countless people hate him to the core, but no one has succeeded. Those who want to kill him have all had their bones broken and sent to prison, or thrown into Arkham Hospital for the Mental Ill... You say you want to kill him?"
Maroni laughed out loud, his heart clenched with murderous intent towards the Joker. This suggestion was utter nonsense. He poured himself a beer and carefully added a large piece of ice.
"Hehehe, how I kill him is my business. You guys can't do anything to him anyway... I have a way, I will use my own way!" The clown licked his lips neurotically.
"How much money do you want?"
"Hmm... half..."
Everyone laughed, and some even drew their guns and shouted, "You lunatic!"
"No, I'm not crazy, no, I'm not crazy... If we don't get this sorted out soon, none of these little rascals here will be able to give a penny to their grandmother."
The Mexican slammed the table, his face grim, and finally he could no longer bear it.
"I've had enough! This ridiculous thing! It makes me..."
The Joker suddenly opened his suit jacket, revealing a row of grenades hanging from it, with a pull ring on his hand. The Joker said frantically: "You better not... uh uh uh, don't let me blow you up randomly."
The entire conference room was in an uproar, everyone's face changed, and some people were angry and cursed, "This damn lunatic, if you want to die, don't drag others with you!"
The Mexican was surprisingly angry: "You think you are so great? I will make an offer right now. If I can get your body, it will be $500,000. If I can capture you alive, it will be $1,000,000!"
"Emmmm, whatever you want..." The clown took out a playing card with a number on it, "This is my business card. If you figure it out, just... call me? Just call me directly... Yeah..."
The door creaked open, leaving only a group of mafia bosses staring at each other in bewilderment. The Mexican was furious, roaring and pounding the table.
…
Donny knew all about the drama that had been unfolding recently. A few clowns attacked the bank, Harvey was fooled by Maroni in court, and the police searched everywhere but found nothing...
None of this has anything to do with him. This is Mr. Wayne's business, not his. He chose to come to Gotham only to achieve two goals.
The first was the cell phone; he had to find the man behind it and kill him. The second, more important, was his search for clues in Gotham, the legendary magical substance—the Dionysus factor. This was a mysterious substance that granted those infected with it an almost infinite lifespan and astonishing regenerative abilities.
Most importantly, the metal made with Dionysus has the ability to self-regenerate! Just like the adamantium alloy in Wolverine's body, it is fused with Wolverine's self-healing factor and can regenerate even if it is cut.
The Dionysus Factor is what Downey covets most. He wants to obtain this magical thing to use to build the iron bodies of the Transformers. Batman and the Joker, put together, are not as important as the Dionysus Factor.
Three days later, Donnie returned to the alley again, silently waiting for the local rat Anderson. This time, Donnie was wearing a robe, and the wide hood covered his head and face tightly.
He was a little annoyed. He had too few helpers, forcing him to start from scratch and recruit local gangs. Anderson was just the beginning, and he would recruit more people to help him achieve his goal as soon as possible.
After waiting for another half an hour, Anderson, with a bruised face and nose, finally limped over. He looked around vigilantly, wary of being followed.
"What's going on?" Donnie asked with a frown.
"Recently, some strange guys have come to this street. I've never seen them before. They seem to be from other forces." Anderson had to cover his cheeks while speaking.
vague.
Donnie's brows furrowed even more tightly. How could there be such a coincidence? He had approached Anderson three days ago, and then the street was occupied by a strange force, and Anderson was also beaten?
Donny cursed in his heart. Ever since arriving in Gotham, he had always felt oppressed. This city was Batman's city, and Batman monitored everyone in it. Donny always felt like someone was watching him.
"How's the thing I asked you to do going?"
"Almost there. Even though the information isn't complete, it basically covers everything," Anderson said. "Gotham's most famous mafia, the Falcon family, has always operated within Gotham City and rarely ventured outside. I've never heard of them proactively offending anyone outside of it."
Anderson wiped the sweat from his forehead. If Falken's men knew he was secretly sharing their information with outsiders, he would suffer greatly, even if he didn't die. During this time, Anderson secretly bribed the rats in other streets to gather information bit by bit.
"What else?"
"The Klein you asked me to focus on was thrown into Arkham Hospital by Batman some time ago. The security is very tight. This is all I can find out."
Downey seemed to be thinking about something. Actually, he could have asked Fox for this information, but that was a bit over the line. Fox was Batman's man, and Scarecrow Krane was sent to Arkham by Batman with great effort.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps and shouting, and a group of people rushed into the narrow alley, everyone holding a gun and looking at the two men with a sneer.
"Hehehe... Anderson, is this the person you are in contact with? How dare you investigate the news of the Falken family? I think you are tired of living." The leader said with a sneer.
"Aaron! Why are you here? No, how did you find out?" Anderson's face was pale and his hands were shaking.
Aaron laughed sinisterly. "Do you think every rat is like you, willing to pay more than their lives? In Gotham City, how many people dare to offend the Falcon family? How can your little money be compared to their lives? As usual, chop off the legs of these two men and then send them over to the Falcon family... Hey, you hooded guy, you're quite courageous. Which gang are you from, or are you a cop's lackey?"
"Maybe it's another new gang that wants to replace Falken's position... just like the ones that were slaughtered before!" One of the men said with a laugh.
"I'm not doing this for the money!" Anderson completely let go, his voice stern. "I'm willing to help anyone who can cause trouble for the Falcon family! During Falcon's time, at least he didn't bother to deliberately exploit ordinary people, but what about Falcon?! The Falcon family is the biggest maggots. They only target the poor! Otherwise, my family wouldn't..."
The gang members burst into laughter. Ever since Falcon was driven insane by Scarecrow Crane, many gangs had sought to challenge Falcon, but all had been eliminated. They even assumed Donnie was just another fool trying to replace Falcon. As for Anderson's deep hatred? Did it matter? Falcon had killed countless others, not just Anderson.
Donnie finally raised his head, baring his teeth with a murderous look on his face. "Replace? I didn't originally have that idea... I just came to this city looking for someone... But you've given me a new idea. I'm a shareholder of Stark, and I have an obligation to expand the company's business..."
He released a little Transformer, who charged into the crowd, causing a bloody storm.