Chapter 641 Riddler, get out of Gotham City!
The psychopaths at Arkham Asylum already know.
The Terminators are probably different from Batman. Batman doesn't know how to kill, so they dare to challenge Batman, even if they use a folding stool or a broom to hit him.
However, the Terminator is different. He kills people like crazy, regardless of whether the opponent is really crazy or fake.
"It's really a mental illness. It's so pitiful. I'd better help you and send you to heaven for relief."
Luther's voice was cold and ruthless, as if he was saying something insignificant. As he finished speaking, there was another gunshot, and an innocent life disappeared.
However, Luther did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
He can tell who is the real madman and who is the innocent victim. So while he's killing people along the way, every pull of the trigger is carefully considered.
Finally, Luther came to the gate leading to the center of the island.
This is a completely closed door with no gaps, giving people an indestructible feeling. He walked to the door and found a combination lock and a monitor-like thing above his head.
At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the gate's broadcast: "Give up, Batman, you can't fight the smartest man in the world!"
When Luther heard this, he couldn't help but feel speechless.
This person is talking nonsense without even seeing clearly who is coming. It's really ridiculous. He had already guessed the owner of the voice—Edward Ingmar, the self-proclaimed smartest Riddler in the world.
The Riddler is a genius criminal with a very high IQ and has been obsessed with all kinds of decryption games since he was a child. He considers himself the smartest man in the world and often sets up complex puzzles to challenge Batman.
His actions always make people laugh or cry. On the one hand, his puzzles are indeed difficult to solve, and on the other hand, his arrogance and arrogance make people feel very annoying.
So there is a classic saying that is popular in the circle: "The Riddler, get out of Gotham City!"
"Go away!"
"It turns out to be the Terminator, you idiot. My puzzle was not set up for you, a stupid waste. Only Batman is qualified to let me have a little fun before he completely fails. You don't even have the qualifications."
The Riddler's voice came from the radio again, full of ridicule and disdain.
However, Luther was not angry.
Facing the puzzle set by the Riddler, Luther chose to kick the door open with one kick!
“Bang————!!!”
The deafening sound echoed in the hall, as if it was tearing the entire space apart. The door instantly collapsed under Luther's powerful power and turned into countless fragments flying around. Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the entire hall was shrouded in a gray mist.
Luther's figure was looming in the smoke. He looked at the empty door coldly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He knew that his kick not only knocked down the door, but also kicked away the Riddler's dignity and confidence.
"You rough monkey!!!"
The Riddler's voice came from the radio, full of anger and unwillingness. His puzzle, his challenge, was just kicked away by Luther. To him, this was simply an unbearable insult and provocation.
He would never admit to this Alexander-style solution to the problem.
However, Luther ignored the Riddler's anger.
He looked at the empty door coldly, with a sneer on his lips.
The Riddler's puzzles and challenges are nothing more than child's play and not worth his time to think about. He prefers to solve problems in the most direct way, which is rough but very effective.
"Incompetent rage."
Luther said lightly, as if the kick just now was just a piece of cake for him.
His words were full of disdain and ridicule, making the Riddler even more furious. However, Luther did not give him a chance to vent his anger. He had already crossed the kicked-off door and continued to explore forward.
After entering the interior, Luther immediately noticed the change in the air.
He smelled a faint green gas, which was the fear gas released by the Scarecrow. However, Luther did not show any symptoms of discomfort, as if he was immune to the poisonous gas.
The Scarecrow quickly noticed Luther's presence, and he quickly adjusted his posture and prepared to attack. He thought that Luther had inhaled the poison of fear and would fall into fear and chaos and become his puppet. However, he was wrong.
Luther was not affected by the fear gas. He calmly observed the Scarecrow's movements and prepared for his attack. When Scarecrow attacks Luther with a crane move, Luther is ready to counterattack.
A glint flashed in his eyes, and with a movement of his body, he dodged the scarecrow's attack. Then, he quickly counterattacked and punched the Scarecrow in the chest.
The scarecrow flew backwards and hit the wall.
"Tiger and crane?"
Luther's eyes lit up and he felt very interesting.
Even though Scarecrow has a doctorate in biochemical gas and psychology, he is also a kung fu master.
Scarecrow is still very familiar with hand-to-hand combat.
In addition to being a master of Crane Style Kung Fu, Scarecrow has created a fighting style of his own known as the "Dance of Violence."
It incorporates Drunken Master and makes full use of his long arms and legs.
I have to say that it is quite interesting to see the Crane Kung Fu and Drunken Boxing in the Tiger-Crane Double Form on a foreigner.
In Scarecrow's hand, there are five injections for injecting liquid fear gas.
This is a five-fold dose. If Scarecrow had hit him with the Crane Starter just now, he could have directly injected liquid fear gas, but he didn't have this opportunity.
Seeing Luther coming towards him, Scarecrow couldn't believe it.
"How could you not be affected!"
Then he opened the can on his back, and the liquid fear gas immediately flowed all over the floor.
"Because of the example of Batman, you just adapted to it?"
Luther complained, shouldn't Scarecrow keep shouting impossible, and then be killed by him before he could react?
It can only be said that with Batman's foreshadowing in the front, Scarecrow found it unbelievable, but he still reacted quickly and responded.
The liquid fear gas evaporated quickly, and it was so thick that even the air turned into a light green mist visible to the naked eye.
The scarecrow was submerged in the poisonous gas of fear and disappeared.
But Luther was too lazy to continue playing with the scarecrow. He raised his hand and shot, hitting the scarecrow accurately.
