The Villain's Path Goes Further and Further

Chapter 87 The Villain's Path Goes Further and Further

"Alan, you betrayed Batman?"

Lillian's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He was once full of enthusiasm to save Gotham, but in the blink of an eye, he stood on the opposing side.

"Young man, when you're out in the game, it doesn't matter who you hang out with, the important thing is to find a powerful patron." Allen showed no remorse whatsoever and readily admitted it.

"Your nonchalant attitude makes me feel like a stranger," Lillian said dejectedly.

"We're all adults here, don't be so naive."

Allen tossed his hair and said nonchalantly, "Back in Hung Hing, I was the one who filmed the video of Chan Ho-nam seducing Second Sister-in-law. I not only framed them, but I was also an undercover cop."

"Looking back, I asked Chaowei on the rooftop if he could give me a chance because I wanted to be a good person. He told me to ask the judge, so I went to Judge Owl."

"..."

Lillian was stunned, unable to understand a single word.

It's all nonsense; the plot could easily be made into a hundred-episode police drama.

Reversal after reversal, and then another reversal.

With its twists and turns, even the most complex intestines wouldn't dare to wrap it up so tightly.

"The clown bat, let's take care of this woman together," Faith suggested.

After all, Poison Ivy Lillian's ability to develop the Reversal Serum makes her a ticking time bomb; it's better to deal with her as soon as possible for peace of mind.

"Killing them would be such a waste, hehehe..."

Allen's sly smile was tinged with a lewdness.

The group looked at Lillian's curvaceous figure, delicate features, and red hair, and immediately understood, revealing lewd smiles.

"No, I'd rather die than let you succeed."

Lillian was terrified and her body glowed with a faint green light to protect herself.

Of course, she was simply using a special ability to cover her entire body in deadly poison to avoid being defiled or violated.

"What are you laughing at?"

Allen, his expression solemn and righteous, said, "I only wanted to use her as bait to lure out Batman. How can your thoughts be so filthy!"

"..."

Yes, their minds are corrupt.

It was entirely due to Allen's lewd expression that I was misled.

That makes sense. Poison Ivy is the only one who can develop the Reversal Serum, and Batman will definitely try his best to rescue her. All we need to do is spread the word and wait for her to come to us.

If anyone was there, who could accurately pinpoint Batman's location?

"Without further ado, I will first perform the Blood God Ritual."

Fies couldn't hide his excitement; he had been waiting for this moment for a long time, possessed by the Blood God.

By then, he might not be able to defeat the progenitor Lilith, but he would at least be able to crush the thirteen princes. At that time, he would lead the mixed-blood army to create a brand new era.

"You've drunk too much blood, you're intoxicated by blood," Allen couldn't help but say contemptuously.

Fies's expression changed drastically in an instant.

You did help a lot, that's true, but that's no reason to brag. You're a mixed-race leader, don't you have any pride?

Allen pulled over a chair, plopped down, gave the three Robins a look, and immediately the three of them massaged his legs and shoulders.

"When we're playing villains, can't we use our brains a little?"

Allen began to speak at length: "If we hold a ceremony without any preparation, aren't we just waiting for Batman to cause trouble? That guy is cunning. If he launches a missile at you, you won't even have time to cry."

"What do you suggest we do?"

Firth couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Gotham City's criminals are really smart; no wonder they can all stand on their own outside."

Tsk tsk tsk... Look at their professionalism, so expert!

"It's simple. Tie Little Green to the rooftop of the building to attract Batman's attention, and Deathstroke will keep him occupied."

"You unleashed your mixed-race army, which wreaked havoc throughout Gotham. Even if Batman were to spare the trouble, he would be busy saving the people and wouldn't have time to deal with you."

Allen, looking smug, recounted his plan, which greatly shocked Judge Owl and Firth.

This guy was born to be a villain.

"Brilliant!"

Judge Owl lamented, "Batman wouldn't have had time to stop us, no matter what he chose. He would have prioritized rescuing Poison Ivy to rebuild the serum, and he would also have had to focus on rescuing civilians. Even if he knew our location, he would have been powerless to do anything about it."

"Then what are you going to do?" Firth asked.

"I won't interfere. Let my three Robins play with him for a bit, hehehe..."

Allen let out a creepy laugh, and the three Robins joined in with similar laughter.

Looking at the Gotham F4, they were all terrified.

……

night sky.

The bat-shaped searchlights cast bat-shaped symbols on the dark clouds.

"Alan, can you put me down? This light is making my back so hot, ouch..."

Lillian was strapped to the searchlight, her body fixed in place, forming the shape of a bat.

Allen leaned over the lamp and comforted her, "Little Green, hang in there. We'll turn off the light as soon as Bat comes."

"Allen, please don't do that. The whole of Gotham City will be destroyed because of it," Lillian pleaded.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Allen said solemnly, "Once you enter the gates of sin, it's like falling into a deep sea; don't try to persuade a prodigal son to turn back."

"What are you after?"

Lillian really couldn't understand it; it just didn't make sense no matter what.

Allen looked at her with innocent eyes: "Do I, a mentally ill person, need a reason?"

"..."

In a moment of confusion, Lillian forgot that he was mentally ill and incapable of acting according to common sense.

Deathstroke, standing nearby, felt a chill run down his spine, completely unable to predict the thoughts of a psychopath.

Dealing with superheroes like Batman at least provides clues and allows you to identify weaknesses, but it's impossible to guess what's going on in the mind of a psychopath.

Suddenly, a dark figure descended from the sky.

Batman arrives.

Deathstroke immediately stepped forward to meet the attack.

pat!

Allen turned off the spotlight, watched the two fight for a while, and then quietly left the scene.

At the same time, hundreds and thousands of vampires emerged from various locations in Gotham City.

Those bloodthirsty vampires, who had lost all reason, had been imprisoned for a long time and were already starving. As soon as they entered the city, they would seize people to suck their blood and even break into residents' homes to attack them.

The entire Gotham police force was wiped out in less than an hour.

The communicator kept ringing with notifications from teammates.

"Young master, the number of police reports is increasing; the vampires are spreading throughout the area."

"Bruce, vampires are like zombies, they spread from person to person, and they're not afraid of firearms. Gotham will fall overnight."

"Sir, I've spotted the Penguin and the Riddler on the rooftop of Kyle Tower. They're definitely plotting something."

……

Bruce was completely focused, his attention constantly on Deathstroke, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

"Batman, the die is cast. You can't save this corrupt city," Deathstroke taunted.

"Name your price and do this for me," Bruce asked, a sudden inspiration striking him.

Deathstroke resolutely refused, saying, "I will not accept my enemy as an employee."

"Name your price, and release Poison Ivy."

"One hundred million."

"make a deal."

The two stopped fighting, and Bruce asked for the bank account number.

Deathstroke hesitated for a moment, then decisively gave out his account number, though he was secretly regretting that he hadn't offered enough.

After the transfer was completed, Deathstroke made a phone call to verify, then put away his weapon and turned to retreat.

(End of this chapter)