American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Chapter 276 The Ring and the Bat: The Rise of the Scarecrow

Author: Read books all my life

Chapter 276 The Ring and the Bat: The Rise of the Scarecrow

"How wonderful! Isn't that wonderful!"

Jonathan Klein was intoxicated, feeling the liquid power emerging from outside his body, and couldn't help but feel ecstasy from the bottom of his heart.

He feels that his thin self can easily defeat anyone now!

At his feet, there was a man with dilated pupils, a look of horror on his face, and a man who was frightened and lost the breath of life.

Xiao Xuan Dong, who was supposed to have succeeded in his research and returned to the experiment after upgrading his fear potion, did not expect that it would bring him such a big surprise! A randomly found experimental subject, under the influence of the latest fear potion

Dong, was actually able to give him unexpected feedback!

Ever since he was a child, he has never felt the powerful force outside his body. Being thin and thin, he has always been bullied. But things are different now!

He smashed his fist against the wall next to him. When he pumped out his fist, a layer of red and yellow energy enveloped his fist, increasing his strength and making his fist penetrate into it as if it were smashed into a thin board.

.

He didn't feel any backlash or pain at all. The amount of layer perfectly protected his legs and achieved his goal.

It is simply like the great power given by the gods!

No!

Or should I say that I am not that god?

God of fear?

Klein's face hidden behind the scarecrow mask revealed a slightly ferocious and sinister smile. He liked the power he didn't know how to obtain so much! It was a perfect match for his dream!

He wants to spread fear, but that is not what he wants. The stronger the power of fear infection, the stronger the power he gains!

He would no longer be that thin character who relied on his brains and equipment to bully others. If another barbarian dared to bully him based on his physical strength, then he would regret why he asked for his legs.

The red and yellow color dyed all over his body, and Klein felt that his body became extremely light. His toes began to gradually float off the ground under his surprised gaze. He also mastered a method of applying power.

He has mastered flying!

Although he was very unskilled, it was enough to surprise Klein.

He could feel that the power came from the scarecrow mask he was wearing. It used to be just an ordinary mask, but since last night, it seemed to have come to life, constantly following him.

Some kind of communication.

Is that a kind of knowledge!

A knowledge of manufacturing that expands its collection of measurable instruments!

A kind of forbidden knowledge that could allow him to reborn as a superman, and even dominate that city!

He has verified that tomorrow.

"Don't worry, he has already verified that knowledge. When he comes to the east, he will collect more fears for me, and he will feed me to the fullest! Hahahahaha!"

In the remote, narrow, dark alley, there was an eerie laughter that made people feel depressed and frightened.

…

On the top floor of a building somewhere, a spotlight projected a pattern of a bat into the sky.

Jim Gordon lit a cigarette in the dim place, and his face, which was dim and bright in the dim light, was reflected in the darkness.

"What's going on?" A deep male voice suddenly sounded behind Gordon.

Jim Gordon tensed up at first, but then relaxed after hearing the sound. He turned around and saw a figure not far away from the tellurium light halfway up the hill.

"Does he want to share some recent information with me?" Gordon threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it on the ground with his shoe. Then he raised his head and looked at the visitor.

"Whose information?" Batman asked.

"Scarecrow." Gordon shrugged. Batman's cold and short answer was not strange at all. He had long been familiar with Wafang's style. Sometimes I have to say that Wafang's performance is very trustworthy: "He

He has been too active recently. His activity is a bit abnormal. A lone traveler, he even started to recruit Eastern members. This is different from his previous style. There is news that he has a big plan."

"He'll take care of him." Batman replied simply.

"There is some news. He doesn't know whether it is true or not, and he can't confirm the authenticity." Gordon hesitated, but after thinking about it, he reminded him: "I'd better be careful when I act. He is no longer here."

It's normal! Some people have seen that he seems to have some incredible power, and he can easily defeat anyone. He is so strong that he doesn't even look like him.

It's hard for him to say whether the wrong party was tricked into hallucinating or otherwise. But there is no doubt that he upgraded his crime tools and made them more terrifying."

"Poison gas? He will pay attention." Batman nodded.

"What have I been doing lately? If it hadn't been before, I probably would have dealt with Scarecrow without needing his reminder." Gordon was a little worried about Batman's silence these days. He didn't know what happened.

"Don't worry, he is just staring at another troublesome person. Compared to him, Scarecrow is not a trouble at all." Batman was silent for a while, but he selectively said some information.

"Another troublesome character? A super criminal?" Gordon frowned, but even Batman felt that he was troublesome and troublesome. It was obvious that he would not reject some small character. He racked his brains to think of that kind of person in Gotham.

Kind of character?

It seems like there are quite a few top criminals in Gotham.

A number of famous names flashed through Gordon's mind, names that were well-known in the world of Gotham.

"It's true that the super criminal, things are a bit complicated, but he will solve it. He will solve the Scarecrow first." Batman shook his head.

"Then he found the wrong party's address. It seems that the wrong party didn't hide his whereabouts carefully. This is completely different from the scarecrow's cautious style in the past. I should be more careful. Could it be a trap?" Gordon took out his hand.

He handed a piece of paper to Batman in front of him. When the wrong person reached out to take it away, he held the paper firmly and reminded him.

Batman glanced at him, took the note away from his leg, and nodded slightly.

…

"Boss, that won't be all the harvest tomorrow."

Outside a closed factory, a group of people were walking cautiously towards a box. The man wearing a scarecrow hood was handing over tomorrow's harvest.

"Too little." Klein looked at the money they were paying and felt extremely unhappy. He felt that his bright and brilliant future should not be limited by money. The constraints on his legs restricted the development of his abilities.

He was short of money before, and now he is even more short of money.

"The wealth of that city is all concentrated in the hands of homeless people and gang bosses. They can't move in the wrong direction at all. And the people on the east side are just like them, and they are a bunch of poor people. It's difficult for them to support themselves with the money in their hands.

.They have already robbed everything around them in those days." One of them carefully defended himself.

"I reminded him." Klein happily pointed at the person who had shut up. "The poor guy really can't squeeze out much money. Let us provoke those gangs, or we will die."

Many gangsters nodded one after another. Although they had guns in their legs, they were no match for those gang bosses. Even if they were outnumbered, they could be killed. Unless their boss was willing to take action.

"He wants to make a big deal. Who is the richest person in that city?" Klein asked pointedly.

"Bruce Wayne?" A group of people looked at each other and gave their answers tentatively.

"No, that playboy. He believes that if he is kidnapped, or someone he cares about, he should be able to get what he wants." Klein's eyes lit up slightly. If No before, he would definitely not have done so casually.

He easily provokes and offends those in the upper echelons, but what about Yandong? He can’t wait any longer!

If he recruits those people, he can accumulate wealth and resources for himself faster, but in fact it seems that they are of some use, but not much. The daily income is a drop in the bucket compared to his planned expenditure, and he wants to achieve it.

His goal, based on the useless materials he recruited casually in front of him, would probably be far away.

It’s great that he has to do it himself!

And even after all the materials and money are in place, Klein wants to face a dilemma, so he has to replace the research talents behind him! Let the people behind him fight with guns and rob someone.

If they do something bad or something, they will take advantage of each other. After all, they don't have that much ability, and they can't survive at the bottom of the city.

But asking them to do some delicate work and assemble some instruments would be too much to force them. After all, the handwriting they are most proficient in is writing their own names. In that city where it is difficult to live at the bottom,

But everyone can receive higher education. Even if they don't have general education, those who graduate are considered rare talents in the gang.

At that time, Klein will have to assemble the instrument himself, or teach those reckless men step by step. That is really painful just thinking about it.

So Klein decided that after obtaining sufficient resources and money, he needed to visit his university colleagues. They would definitely be extremely helpful and friendly working for him.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Klein suddenly raised his head. He saw a ghostly, bat-like man descending from the sky like a ghost.

"Look who's here?" Klein looked surprised: "Gotham's messenger of justice, the nemesis of evil, the savior of citizens, the incarnation of darkness, there are too many titles, Batman."

Batman ignored Klein's legs, whose guns were pointed at him. His eyes were fixed on the Scarecrow standing there, with a flicker of doubt in his eyes. According to the psychological portrait he analyzed for the Scarecrow, it was wrong.

If someone saw him, they would probably try to escape first and use various weapons and poison gas to fight with him. Instead of just standing there carefree and unafraid, they might even be a little happy about his arrival.

However, he had checked the surroundings and found that except for the people in the warehouse, no other forces were involved, and there were no human legs lying in wait. For those people in the warehouse, he could judge the wrong direction by just glancing at the people in the warehouse.

Not much of a threat. Even the wrong person has a gun in his leg.

So, what gives Klein confidence and supports him?

Batman didn't think much about it. He thought that as long as he threatens the wrong side, the wrong side will definitely reveal its trump card. What will be seen at that time will be the capabilities and strength of both parties.

So Batman immediately rushed towards Klein. Klein's legs blocking the front didn't stop Batman's progress at all.

There was a loud sound of gunfire, but the black cloak and armor that fell on Batman did not have the intended effect except for a few sparks. Even though they were very close to Batman.

"Idiot! Don't shoot! How can we compensate for damage to the goods?" Klein cursed angrily, snatched the firearm from the person standing next to him, mistakenly aimed at the wooden box next to him and fired several times wildly.

Debris flew across the wooden box body, and the sound of shattering glass could be heard outside the box.

Klein nimbly jumped from the box one after another. Liquid gas overflowed from the box and spread to the surrounding area.

As if they had seen something extremely horrifying, Klein's gangsters ran in panic in the opposite direction from where the gas spread. However, their speed was not slow. The gas diffused and volatilized in the air very fast.

In a very short period of time, most of the warehouse was covered.

Some people who accidentally breathed in some poisonous gas staggered to the ground, twitching all over, and their expressions looked as if they had seen something that made them extremely frightened. They were crying and fighting with tears streaming down their faces.

He moved vigorously on the ground using his legs and feet.

Their movements were irregular, as if they were avoiding pursuit. Some even tried their best to escape, but they were moving in the wrong space as if they were beating against a wall.

"Ah, it's measurable!"

Klein took a deep breath intoxicated, feeling the amount of energy pouring out of his body. He opened his eyes, looked at Batman who seemed to be unaffected, and rushed in front of him, looking at his face in the pocket gas mask.

Helmet, raised eyebrows slightly: "How cunning, did you actually take anti-virus measures for yourself?"

Batman did not respond to Scarecrow's words, but punched him in the face. But he was surprised to find that his fist was blocked by a layer of red-yellow light. His fist seemed to have scored a blow.

In the mire, there is no strength at all.

"I shouldn't have tricked him by mistake." Klein's face showed an unpredictable joy: "I have the smell of fear in my body. Do people like me also have fear in their hearts? Isn't that really wonderful?

! He believes that my fear should give him more and stronger power!"

In response to Klein, Batman launched a violent attack.

However, the red and yellow layer of energy protected Klein without any blind spots. Batman's powerful fists and kicks fell into place on the standing Klein, and they were all gone, losing all their strength.

"Those who come into contact with the power of fear will inevitably face their own fears. Good luck!!" The corner of Klein's mask opened in a horrifying arc, reminding Batman.

Batman suddenly stumbled, and he found that the scene in front of him was an illusory scene. It was like an hallucination.

The scarecrow in front of him overlapped, and his body was getting bigger or smaller. He could no longer judge based on the surrounding environment whether he was getting smaller or not, and whether the other organs were getting bigger.

Slowness, in exchange for the mercy of his hearing, he heard the flapping of wings from all directions, and the familiar, thin and messy calls that he remembered deeply.

Is that the sound of a bat?

PS: Thanks to classmate Jingjing Defeng for the reward.

(End of chapter)