PFC Chapter 3333 Bloody New City (82)
Chapter 3333 Bloody New City (82)
Chapter 3333 Bloody New City ()
Gotham's night is always immersed in the thick black of asphalt. The leaden clouds, the low pressure, the black high-rise buildings, and the lights of the drones wandering between the buildings flicker like the electrocardiogram of a dying patient.
The flashing red and blue lights of the neon signs spasmed in the rain, spreading like blood vessels on the exterior walls of the buildings, illuminating the grinning clown spray paint in the graffiti, and blending with the fleeting lights of the cars at the alley.
In the night torn by the shrill sound of sirens, the screens on the curtain walls of the buildings lit up all the way from the downtown area to the upper city.
The same face appeared on all the screens - a terrifying face that had been corroded beyond recognition by chemicals and that made one's heart beat wildly at the mere sight of it.
The terrifying weirdo gave the camera a crazy laugh, as if telling everyone in Gotham that the long-lost nightmare of the Dark City was back.
"Good evening, Gotham. Your old friend appears here again, hoping to share a good news with you - remember that wonderful death bet?"
"This is a very creative idea." The man on the screen pointed his finger at his head and said, "And I, the Joker, decided to help the talented artists realize his crazy ideas - tonight!"
"Cheer, tonight the walls will fall down; cheer, tonight the fires will burn; roar, tonight the waterfalls will burst; weep, tonight - I will make everyone truly free!"
The clown's sharp laughter echoed in every corner of the city. Countless lights that had just been turned on were extinguished, and more lights were lit up in panic. The largest and brightest one, like the moon, was the bat lamp that was lit in the downtown area.
Batman arrived as promised. But what he saw was not James Gordon, but a little red-haired girl. Fiona moved the angle of the Batlight with some effort, not noticing the shadow approaching from behind.
It wasn't until Batman coughed softly that Fiona turned around. She was obviously startled, but she tried to calm down, leaned on the Batlight, put her hands behind her back and said:
"Good evening, Batman. I didn't expect you to actually come."
"How do you know I'm not dead?"
"James told me. He said if blowing up your house would kill you, then Batman would be dead. Then he gave me this big light bulb and asked me to see if I could get you to come."
"He has something to do with me?"
"I have something to talk to you about." Fiona said, "Did you watch the clown's speech just now?"
Batman didn't answer her. Fiona said to herself, "He kidnapped those rich people. He said he would make them pay the price. Do you think he can do it?"
"You shouldn't listen to anything that lunatic says," Batman said.
"If he can really do it, will you stop him?" Fiona stared into Batman's eyes, her gaze so hot that Batman felt like his eyeballs were being burned.
"I will stop the Joker's plot." Batman said, "You don't have to worry about it."
"Why are you doing this?" Fiona's questioning tone stunned Batman.
"What?" he asked.
"If the Joker can make those rich people pay for the evil things they have done, why would you stop him? Just because he has offended you?"
Fiona took another step forward and said, "You would say that if people are guilty, they should be judged by the law. But the law has never judged these people. So if someone can replace the law and make them pay the price they deserve, and you stop this person, are you really upholding justice?"
"Violence is not the solution."
"Then why did you show up?"
Fiona didn't care about Batman's silence. She still looked into Batman's eyes and said, "We have waited too long for this day. If you don't intend to stand by us, then pretend you are dead. I am reminding you of this because you have indeed protected some of us."
"Batman, it's not a pleasant feeling to be framed. But if one day, the crime you are being tried for is no longer groundless, but you have really done something that disappoints everyone, how will you face yourself when you stand in court?"
Fiona took two steps back and said, "Whoever blew up Wayne Manor has given you a chance to stay out of it. If you can still listen to my advice, then just assume that you died in the explosion and don't show up before dawn."
After saying that, Fiona gave him one last look and turned to walk towards the other door of the room.
Batman finally came to his senses. From Fiona's words, he realized a fact - Schiller did not blow up Wayne Manor on a whim.
Even at this point, the doctor still gave him a chance to escape.
Bruce Wayne is dead. No one would be surprised if Batman disappeared. He had every reason not to show up, not to face anything tonight, but to hide in a warm nest and wait quietly for dawn.
Should he do this? Batman asked himself. Should he let the Joker be the executioner, sending those who the law could not judge to hell, and expect that all problems would be solved?
The moment this question appeared in Batman's mind, the reminder sound of the communicator was like a ghost, making Batman's heart skip a beat.
"Where are you, Batman? Did you see the Joker's speech?" The Pale Knight's anxious voice came from the other end, "The surveillance should be able to find out where the Joker kidnapped those people, right? We have to rescue them quickly!"
Listening to the strange silence on the other end of the phone, the Pale Knight paused in changing out of his hospital gown. He slowly stood up and said to the phone: "Batman, what are you thinking about? Why didn't you take action immediately?"
"Give me a reason to do this," Batman said.
"what?"
"They see crime as an investment." Batman's voice became deeper and deeper, sounding like he had sunk to the bottom of the ocean several thousand meters deep. "Investment is always risky, isn't it?"
The hand of the Pale Knight holding the phone began to turn pale, and he roared at the other end: "What are you thinking! Batman?! Don't you realize your mistake yet?"
"Yes, I was wrong." Batman finally said this. His heart finally calmed down. "What really scares them is not people taking out the weapons of the law, but people putting down the law and taking out weapons."
"It's not your fault, but ours." The Pale Knight spoke quickly, "Our mistake before was to hope that improving social welfare could save Gotham. And now your mistake is to hope that killing all the rich people can save Gotham. Can you wake up a little!"
The words of the Pale Knight were like a bucket of cold water poured over Batman's head. He heard the Pale Knight continue:
"The Joker is misleading us down another wrong path. He's making us think that we can solve all our problems by killing people in one night. But that's simply not possible!"
"Use your most brilliant brain in the world and think about it. What are the chances that we can take over all the leaderless industries in one night and ensure that no one can steal anything and use it to harm ordinary people?"
Batman suddenly wakes up. According to his investigation, in addition to the elite class, there is also a hidden Order Cult in Gotham.
If we kill all the rich people now, the economic chaos that would be caused would not improve the lives of ordinary people, but would make the Order rich.
He knew the clown wasn't so kind!
Batman tried to suppress the negative emotions in his heart. He had done this too many times recently, and the effect was getting worse and worse. But after spending a little time, he finally did it.
Batman regained his sanity briefly, took a deep breath and said, "Wayne Manor was bombed, which had some impact on my Batcave. I have been working in the laboratory in Wayne Building recently."
"I'll be right there," the Pale Knight said as he put on his coat. "The lesson I learned from my last failure is to never think of solving a problem in one night. Not any night!"
The neon lights of the city were dyed into melted candy in the rain curtain, flowing to the road along with the rain, being crushed by the speeding wheels, and splashing out brilliant rainbow light.
The metal bridge of the Gotham Bridge cast several distorted afterimages.
The noise from the police frequency band pierced the car radio: "All units, please note that the target vehicle is breaking through the third blockade line--"
The Challenger's engine suddenly burst into a faint blue flame, and the tailpipe spewed out rain mist mixed with the smell of gasoline. The tires plowed a few meters long black scar on the slippery road, and the sparks from drifting through the corners ignited the half-installed billboard materials on the roadside, and the road was full of flames.
The police car's windshield wipers were swinging wildly at the highest gear, and the windshield was still covered with a bloody halo - the tanker truck at the rear was hit by a stray bullet, and at the moment the mushroom cloud rose, the rearview mirror reflected a sky full of burning US dollar bills.
The figure in the driver's seat stepped on the brakes. In the rearview mirror, two police cars turned their steering wheels sharply. The moment the roadblock was knocked away, the Challenger's chassis scraped against the bridge surface and a string of red sparks flew out.
As the Pale Knight turned into the intersection, two police cars that lost control due to sudden braking spun towards him. Then, the Challenger's huge body knocked off one of his rearview mirrors.
With a "bang", half of the Pale Knight's body hit the steering wheel, and his ribs hurt so much that he almost lost consciousness.
Bruce leaned out and blew a sharp whistle. The Pale Knight gritted his teeth. Just when he wanted to step on the accelerator, the smell of blood in the night wind made him restrain his movements. He opened the car door and looked back.
The two police officers in the police car were both unconscious due to the violent collision, and one of them had a bloody head. The Pale Knight hurriedly got out of the car, opened the door and pulled the police officers out.
The collision was not serious, and the person was still conscious. The Pale Knight quickly called an ambulance. However, the explosion of the oil tanker on the Gotham Bridge and the unburned US dollars scattered all over the ground caused an unprecedented traffic jam. It was impossible for the ambulance to drive through.
His skinny fingers touched the gun on his back. The Pale Knight took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He turned his head sharply and saw Bruce's smiling face reflected in the rearview mirror.
Several police cars drove up from behind. The Pale Knight handed the injured policeman to his companion and got into the car again.
The accelerator was stepped on, and the two cars moved forward one after the other. Two bright meteor trails appeared in the steel rain line.