blogombal Chapter 213, Section 110: A Scene That Must Never Be Seen by the Joker
Chapter 213, Section 110: A Scene That Must Never Be Seen by the Joker
Chapter 213, Section 110: A Scene That Must Never Be Seen by the Clown
"Bruce, this is what you owe me!"
The clone Thomas smugly wiped the blood off his gloves and put the surgical instruments back in their places.
If he had more experience with plastic surgery, he would have even considered fixing Qin Wei's swollen chin.
That handsome face would be even more charming if it had a buttock implant.
"You should wake up in about an hour. Remember not to drink alcohol, smoke, or eat spicy food during this time."
After giving his instructions and stepping off the plane, Thomas encountered Selena, who was waiting outside.
"How is he?" Selena asked as the hatch opened.
"Go in and see for yourself. There are no operating rooms or doctors here, so there's no need to follow the script exactly." Thomas chuckled and hummed a little tune.
What a delightful night! Look at the mountain of claw corpses piled up in the rainwater; as far as he knew, these guys already made up half of the court's manhunt inventory.
Imagine the court had painstakingly accumulated resources over twenty years, launching Night of the Owls with great confidence, only to suffer another crushing defeat.
Thinking about this, Thomas couldn't help but wonder: during the Night of the Owls, the Claws always come out in full force. Half of the Claws died at Wayne Manor, so where did the other half go?
But in any case, the court miscalculated this time.
Thomas even has ample reason to believe that when the night falls, the Court of Owls, the once-mighty organization that once dominated Gotham, will vanish from the world.
In fact, his guess was correct; most of the court members in the Venta had already evacuated by helicopter.
In fact, the court could have fought to the death against the gangsters and mobs using the equipment in the military factory, but they knew that even if they won this night, the court would still be unable to hide its defeat.
Qin Wei has exposed the dirty deeds the court has committed over the years, and the vampire will eventually be reduced to ashes under the scorching sun.
What these people need to do right now is to protect their assets and leave Gotham.
Huge sums of money poured out of Gotham's banks in digital form, but unbeknownst to them, a hacker team had been lying in wait in the bank databases, downloading detailed information about the holders of these unusually active accounts.
The list was long, a total of 328 people, of whom perhaps less than a third were related to the Court of Owls, but Qin Wei didn’t care at all. How many of the capitalists who could make a fortune in Gotham, this godforsaken place, had no blood on their hands?
"Mr. Wei, what are your plans for the next step? Hacking into their accounts and stealing money?"
"What do you mean by stealing money! That's called confiscating illegal gains and taking back property that belongs to the people!"
Qin Wei clutched his head, which was still throbbing from the recent surgery, and the sideburns on the left side of his head had been shaved clean.
"But don't think that confiscating their money will seriously injure these bastards. Their real assets are hidden in the stock exchange. Your time to shine will come when the market opens at 9:30 in the morning."
Tim rubbed his hands together excitedly; he had done similar things before, taking money from loan sharks' accounts and distributing it to the poor.
What he's about to do is undoubtedly an upgraded version. Although the answer is already obvious, he still wants to get a definite reply from Qin Wei.
"What should I do?"
"It's very simple, just sell at the bottom price."
Qin Wei estimated that after all this turmoil, these capitalists' assets would shrink by 99%.
Generations have exploited Gotham to the bone, and now they want to make a fortune and leave?
Keep dreaming!
Meanwhile, the Ventas had been completely overrun by mobs and gangsters. A frenzied crowd surged into Thomas's office and the courtroom where the conspiracy had once taken place, destroying everything in sight.
They overturned the bookshelves, poured gasoline on the valuable oil paintings, and then used a shotgun to drill several black holes in the mural-covered ceiling.
When the room could no longer be destroyed, they poured out again, still not satisfied, looking for the next place to vent their frustrations.
At that moment, Oswald was sitting in the former Court of Disputes, the former Owl Court. The whole room had been scorched by fire, and everything in sight was blackened. The crackling of firewood could be heard from time to time.
The chair beneath him, still warm from the heat, was perhaps the only piece of furniture that hadn't been destroyed.
Although this is the secret base of the Court of Owls, it is also the property of the Wayne family.
After calming down, Oswald began to seriously consider what had happened that night. He realized that Wayne's self-destruction attack had ruined the Wayne Enterprises' future. From now on, whenever people talk about the Wayne family and its companies, they will inevitably equate them with the mysterious organization that controls Gotham.
Tonight, it's not just the courtroom that's being destroyed, but the entire future of the Wayne family.
Oswald asked himself honestly, he absolutely did not have the courage to risk the entire Copport family and perish in court.
"The court has clearly extended an olive branch to us—"
"Yes, I have already extended an olive branch to you."
Suddenly, the wall in the shadows opened, and a mysterious person wearing an owl mask stepped out from the ashes. Judging from the voice, Oswald guessed that the person was the barn owl who had called him before.
"If Mr. Cobblepot's motivation is loyalty and friendship, then I'd like to know more about Mr. Wayne's motivation."
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Oswald remained expressionless, but his hand had already gripped the handle of the Scorpion submachine gun.
"Our three families are tightly bound together by the Blood Alliance. If I were you, I wouldn't have fired."
"I don't believe in that kind of nonsense."
Before he could finish speaking, a cold, long scythe was silently placed against his neck.
"Please forgive my rudeness, but I do not intend to threaten you unless absolutely necessary. Of course, I will try my best not to harm you, after all, I have only had one purpose since I was born—" The owl picked up a shard of mirror from the ground, wiped off the dust, and placed it on the cabinet.
He then removed his mask in front of Oswald, but what was hidden behind the mask was not his true face, but bandages wrapped around his head.
He began to dismantle it, and as the bandages slipped off one by one, Oswald was shocked by the true appearance of the barn owl.
"Wayne—no, you're Bruce Wayne?"
"Neither. I am simply myself, a clone created to satisfy Elliott's twisted worship—"
The barn owl turned its head toward Oswald, whose eyes were glistening with tears.
"A clone modeled after Bruce Wayne, but implanted with the memories of Thomas Elliott."
As the words fell, the other five members of the Round Table emerged from behind the hidden door. Like the owl, they silently removed their masks and shook off their bandages in front of Oswald.
Oswald swore it was the craziest scene he had ever seen in his life.
"Damn it—what a surprise it would be if that pale-faced pervert were in this room!"