blenderwars Chapter 6 Cleverness
Chapter 6 Cleverness
Chapter 6 Cleverness
The killer crocodile crushed the rat in its mouth to pieces, and broken bones mixed with blood dripped from its fangs, creating red ripples in the water.
He opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of bloody, foul air.
Killer Crocodile Wayne Jones stands over 2.2 meters tall and has dark blue scales that can withstand direct rifle fire. Its gleaming claws and fangs make it resemble a large, upright crocodile more than a human, appearing both fierce and not very intelligent.
Even though his mind succumbed to primal senses and animal instincts, he still clearly remembered the name of the person who had hurt him.
"Bain!"
The name echoed in his mind like an endless scream.
He traversed the shadowy depths of Gotham City's sewers, searching for the scent of his enemy amidst the stench, filth, and exhaust fumes of that universe.
His arm was still throbbing. Last time, he only lasted one move against Bane before his arm was broken.
Killer Croc knew very well that he had become Bane's tool to prove his strength to Batman: it was a great humiliation, but also an unparalleled motivation.
The beast's anger was burning fiercely. In nature, crocodiles have always been known for their strong sense of revenge.
But... before he could take his revenge, he needed to find something to eat.
Thinking of this, the ferocious beast lost its ferocity.
He snorted listlessly.
Ugh, I'm hungry, but mice don't keep me hungry at all...
It's okay, I won't be hungry after resting for a while.
The crocodile squatted dejectedly in the garbage heap. Although he was a warm-blooded creature, he still had certain reptile characteristics, such as his fondness for sitting motionless for hours on end.
But just then, his keen sense of smell detected a fragrance. The fragrance was so enticing that he stretched out his curled-up body like a hedgehog.
It smells so good! It smells amazing! What is that smell? It's a whole roasted pig!
No, the sewer I'm hiding in right now should be above a slum, so why would there be something in the slum...? But it smells so good!
After a few lazy moments of mental activity, Killer Croc simply gave up.
As the string in his mind snapped, his cold, vertical pupils also took on a strange shape.
"Delicious!"
With a bang, the drooling killer crocodile lifted the manhole cover and crawled out from underground. It was an abandoned open-air parking lot, piled with the wreckage of abandoned cars and various construction debris, and there was no one around.
It was late at night in Gotham. The mist had dissipated, and the moon and stars were bright. A cool evening breeze mingled with the fragrance, leaving kisses in every corner of the air.
Under the bright moonlight, Killer Crocodile saw a golden roasted pig placed in the center of the open space.
"...?"
Killer Croc's nictitating membrane twitched, its rationality returned, and a human-like thoughtfulness appeared in its beastly eyes.
It's a trap. The intention to lure them is too obvious. Was the roast pig also poisoned?
There was no unusual smell in the air. Oh... was it an air freshener?
Who would go to such lengths... um...
...Yes, who is it?
I don't know.
At this point in the analysis, the killer crocodile got stuck.
Ouch, my head is so itchy.
How should we extend our thinking from here on out?
Never mind, never mind, but...
Whoever orchestrated all of this, Killer Croc has absolutely no intention of backing down.
Killer Crocodile was perfectly clear-headed, but with a pig-like expression, he staggered and drooled as he walked step by step toward the roast pig.
He already had a plan in mind.
Whoever is behind it all, he must confirm that the killer crocodile has eaten the highly poisonous bait before he can proceed with the next step.
He, however, decided to break the mold and take this bait into the underground water pipes.
If the other party actually comes down to check if he has been poisoned, then the roles of prey and hunter will immediately be reversed; if the other party doesn't come, then he can observe secretly and then take the initiative to attack.
In this way, no matter how you look at it, the initiative remains firmly in their hands.
Killer Croc couldn't help but give himself a mental pat on the back for his intelligence.
I'm so clever to have come up with such a plan in such a short time!
Then he grabbed the roast pig.
next second.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity instantly passed through his body, leaving him dazed and convulsing on the ground, his dark blue scales turning black from the shock.
Clang!
Four searchlights buried in the garbage dump suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire abandoned parking lot as bright as day.
"Seriously? That's it?"
Killer Croc heard surprised sounds coming from the corner from those behind the scenes:
"No way, no way, could anyone really fall for such a simple trap!"
In an instant, Killer Crocodile felt all the blood rush from his feet to the top of his head!
Rationality reduced by 100%!
The brain shut down instantly, and the killer crocodile let out a deformed howl, jumping up and down like a Parkinson's patient.
However, because the effects of the electric current still lingered on his body, his movements were less like launching an attack and more like performing an electronic dance.
But given his weight of over 1500 pounds, such a move is still very lethal.
The ventriloquist practically crawled away from where he had just been standing, and the built-in wireless communication module in the bat baby in his hand was still continuously transmitting taunts.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?"
At this moment, Chen Tao truly felt a kind of joy reminiscent of his past life when he was hurling insults at people online.
While the ventriloquist was tumbling and crawling on the scene, he was drinking coffee in an ordinary van parked by the roadside a few kilometers away, observing the scene with satellites and cameras mounted on the dolls—safe and comfortable.
Knock knock knock!
A thug was knocking on the car window from outside:
"Brother, do you know whose territory this is? You have to pay up here..."
Chen Tao rolled down the car window, revealing pointed ears and a Batman-style half-mask: "Are you serious?"
The thug, who was trying to extort some money, acted as if he had seen Batman. He let out a sissy scream and then turned and ran.
Damn, seeing a live Batman in the middle of the night was terrifying.
On the other side, the killer crocodile had gone completely berserk.
"Awoooooo!"
He hadn't run two steps when he felt a tightness under his feet and stepped into a pre-prepared trap.
Dozens of lassos sprang up from the ground and climbed up his body with dazzling speed, binding him like a dumpling.
Once again, it fell straight into the trap, making the killer crocodile even angrier.
But he was hungry, numb, and heartbroken, and couldn't break free at all, so he could only crawl sadly on the ground.
"It was a success just like that? It was that easy to succeed?"
Death Shooter emerged from his hiding place, giving the man dressed in yellow and blue, looking like a superhero, a look of disdain.
"Enough, shut up, Javelin Captain. You should really thank our employer for taking on the task of drawing the enemy's attention, otherwise you wouldn't have made it this far."
He said with nothing but sarcasm:
"I think the task you just performed was more suitable for you."
"I made $200 million on this one deal! It was that easy!"
But clearly, the somewhat excited Javelin Captain didn't listen to a word Death Shooter said.
"Hehehe! I have 200 million US dollars now, hehehe!"
He was so excited that he became incoherent.
"I don't plan to take on any more missions. After this mission is over, I'm going to retire from this life and go back to my hometown to get married."
He said, almost piously:
"This is the best day of my life!"
"..."
Deadshot was speechless. He ignored the idiot who had come to be a background character and said to the Cheshire Cat beside him, "Message Slipknot and the Tattoo Man and tell them to come over."
The Cheshire Cat nodded; she was in a good mood, receiving money without lifting a finger.
"Ahem, although it went exceptionally smoothly, now that the target has been captured, well..." Death Shooter turned to the ventriloquist lying beside him, panting heavily, and said:
"Dear employer, I'm curious, why did you keep forbidding us from killing Killer Croc, saying we had to make him work for you—"
He pointed at the enraged killer crocodile: "Now, do you still intend to do that?"
"certainly,"
Arnold hesitated, unable to speak, but the toy bat in his hand blurted out, "I have a solution..."
"Unforgivable!"
But he was interrupted before he could finish speaking. Killer Croc lay face down, writhing and letting out a deafening roar.
The Death Shooter calmly lowered his hand from his ears:
"Okay, but the truth is, I think you've probably made enemies with this beast by now—it's practically impossible to calm him down, let alone get him to work for you!"
(End of this chapter)