"The result of the coin toss is tails, which means I shouldn't have chosen to be hostile with you, Puppeteer. Gentlemen, put down your guns."
Harvey Dent deftly played with a coin with his fingers, smiling at Hardy.
Hardy's eyes flickered.
"You inquired about me from the Penguin?"
Only the Penguin would have information about him being a puppeteer.
"Of course, I paid a little money for it. In fact, I even robbed a bank yesterday for this."
Harvey Dent turned to Keman Cole.
"My dear Keman, I have always believed that you are very talented and loyal. I even assumed that you embezzled part of the protection money collected by the gang as a reward. But why did I ask you to talk to my brother, Walter, and emphasized it was a normal conversation, yet you wanted to talk with guns?"
Keman covered his injured hand with his left hand and spoke, "Sorry, Boss, my brother, Chidi, he..."
"Didn't he die in the conflict with the Sparletta family? And my brother Walter avenged you."
Keman lowered his head, concealing his anger.
"You should know, Keman, I have given you many chances. Greed for a little money, as long as it doesn't affect my work, is nothing. The premise is that you listen, help me get things done well. Unfortunately, you didn't."
Harvey Dent tossed the coin and quickly caught it with the back of his right hand, covering it with his left palm.
"Let the coin decide whether I should spare you."
"If it's heads, you are still my good subordinate. If it's tails..."
Harvey Dent slowly moved his left hand away.
"Regrettably, it's tails."
Harvey Dent shook his head.
"Mr. Puppeteer, this guy will serve as my apology for this impromptu visit. I wonder if you would like to have a chat with me next?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
Hardy asked Harvey Dent.
The latter elegantly opened the car door and gestured to Hardy.
"Shall we talk privately?"
Harvey Dent said.
Hardy pondered for two seconds, then placed his left hand behind his back, flicked out a few chakra wires to ensure he could summon the black-gold modified pneumatic arm at any time, before finally getting into the car.
The window was open, allowing the chakra wires to pass through smoothly.
Harvey Dent sat next to Hardy, making a gesture.
The car slowly moved to a distance from the crowd, and the driver quickly got out of the car to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard by a third party.
"It was originally about one thing, but upon seeing you in person, it became two things. The additional question is, I want to know, what is your relationship with Lars."
Lars is a ninja master, whose name means Demon Head in Chinese, known as Leixiaogu.
It seemed that some of Hardy's ninja techniques made Two-Face think he was a member of the Assassin Alliance.
"I have nothing to do with him, just that my skills are somewhat similar to the members of the Assassin Alliance."
Hardy looked at Two-Face and said.
It's unknown whether Two-Face truly believed Hardy's words, but he nodded and then took out a newspaper from the front seat and handed it to Hardy.
"For this matter, Your Excellency witnessed it firsthand. I want to know if there is still something that can turn people into such a state."
The cover of the newspaper prominently displayed a scene from the top floor of Arkham Asylum, where Batman and the Titan Joker faced off.
There were indeed samples of the improved Titan formula in Hardy's hands.
At that time, Joker needed some strong cannon fodder to distract Batman, so he gave Hardy and other Arkham inmates a dose of Titan II formula each.
In order to escape from Arkham, Hardy injected the remaining Titan II formula into a guard to divert Nightwing's attention and flee. There was only about half a tube left, maybe only about twenty milliliters.
"Joker has already proven to us that this thing can't deal with Batman and his bat kids."
Hardy leaned against the leather backrest, holding up the newspaper.
"But that doesn't mean this thing isn't useful, right? At least those monsters it creates can definitely distract Batman, which is already enough to be a good card."
Two-Face played with a coin, looking into Hardy's eyes.
Hardy didn't say anything, so he couldn't be sure if Hardy still had any stock left.
However, all the improved Titan formulas were destroyed by Batman that day. The only possible holder would be someone who escaped from Arkham that day.
He investigated clearly that the puppeteer that day used the Titan formula to attract Nightwing and the guards' attention, taking advantage of the vacuum period between Batman and Joker's battle to escape from Arkham. Therefore, he was most likely to have the Titan formula on him.
But Hardy's strength made him wary, not only because of the power of the black metal robot he had heard about before, but also because Hardy's own strength was unpredictable to Harvey Dent.
Otherwise, he would definitely choose to use force.
Hardy was also considering.
The Titan formula on himself would not be useful in the short term.
This thing had to be deciphered by someone with a certain level of expertise in biology and chemistry. Hardy did not have the means for that, nor did he have enough energy and time to study it.
But Harvey Dent might.
As the former district attorney of Gotham, the current underworld boss and super criminal, Harvey Dent's connections and abilities were not something the relatively inexperienced Hardy could compare with.
But Hardy didn't necessarily have to choose Harvey Dent, unless the latter could offer more sincerity - that is, a higher price than others.
And Harvey Dent seemed to understand this too.
"I don't know if you really have this thing, but I can tell you about my conditions."
Two-Face took out a map of Gotham City and placed it in front of Hardy.
"I know you have two streets now, but that's too small. From here to here, two streets, a small community, all can be yours, and your territory can be connected. But how to control it in the future is your own problem."
Hardy remained silent.
Given enough time, taking over these territories would not be a problem at all.
"I am confident that I can get Victor to help us research this thing. Once the job is done, the results will belong to the three of us, and during this period, I will divert attention elsewhere."
Victor?
Hardy quickly searched his mind and soon matched a well-known Gotham criminal with that name.
Victor Fries, the famous Mr. Freeze, a renowned low-temperature physicist, biochemist, and engineer in the DC world.
The fact that he could create a full-body cryogenic armor and freeze weapons indicated his scientific prowess.
If it was him, there was a good chance.
"Not enough."
Upon hearing the name Mr. Freeze, Hardy had already made his choice.
Not only because of the conditions Harvey Dent offered, but also because Mr. Freeze was a top-notch scientist in the DC world.
Two-Face's face revealed an ugly smile at the rejection.
"Not enough, but not impossible, indicating that you do have a sample of the Titan formula, and there is still room for negotiation."
"One million dollars in cash, but these are all leftovers from yesterday's bank robbery, so you have to launder the money yourself, plus a batch of second-hand guns retired from the Gotham Police Department and two modified bulletproof cars. With these items, you can quickly expand your new territory."
Hardy still shook his head and spoke when Two-Face's expression darkened:
"I need you to do one thing for me, introduce me to Mr. Freeze."
"It's impossible to bypass me and contact Victor directly. I provided him with substantial funds for the experiment to resurrect his wife, and that's why he agreed to cooperate with me.
As for you, I'm afraid you don't have that capital."
Two-Face played with the coin, looking at Hardy and said softly.
"No, no, no, Mr. Harvey Dent, I'm not so interested in the Titan formula because that thing is far inferior to my creations."
Hardy's left hand hidden behind him suddenly clenched his five fingers tightly.
Two seconds later, with a loud bang, Black Gold punched through the wall and walked out amidst the dust.
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