PFC Chapter 3331 Bloody New City (8)
Chapter 3331 Bloody New City (8)
Chapter 3331 Bloody New City ()
At dusk, the Gotham Bridge was filled with iron-gray fog. Due to the chaotic situation in the upper and lower cities, there was not much traffic. Schiller's car quickly crossed the bridge and turned towards Wayne Building.
As he rolled over the speed bump at the entrance, the dense windows of Wayne Building were gradually lighting up. The wipers scraped away the fog on the windshield, and Schiller slowly drove into the front gate.
He knew that Mr. Freeze couldn't hold Batman for too long, and Batman should be standing on the top floor of the building now. This was not the habit of a bat, but he had nowhere to go now.
Schiller called him.
"I have something I want to talk to you about, something very important I promise...yeah, after I bomb your house."
"Two minutes."
In the office of Wayne Building, Batman was buried in a pile of information again. His investigation progress was slower than Schiller's, but actually not much different.
"Jason..."
“Is it a serious matter?”
"So your missing adopted son is not important to you. It seems I was just being too sentimental." Schiller said with a smile.
"One and a half minutes."
"You are quite good at saving money." Schiller didn't care about his attitude at all. He even tried his best to avoid angering the trapped beast and comforted him as much as possible.
"Jason gave you a small gift." Schiller used a declarative sentence, "He said that the thing has a little problem and needs to be sent back to the factory for repair. I can help you send it back."
Batman looked at him like he was insane.
"Listen, I don't want to get involved in your boring father-son games. But you'd better show me that thing..." Schiller was already persuading with the utmost patience.
"No." Batman still refused.
"Do you remember what happened the last time you rejected me?"
"I remember more clearly what happened last time I didn't reject you." Batman looked at Schiller and said, "Don't think that just because you drew a clown's smiling face on the bomb, I don't know who did it."
"Of course you know it, the Angel of Death."
Batman stopped talking.
Schiller didn't intend to talk to him anymore and turned to leave the office. If Batman understood Schiller well enough, he would know that when an engine starts to become quiet, it means it is about to break down.
As Schiller's car drove over the puddles on the road in downtown, the laughter of Maria the Clown suddenly came from the car radio.
The fire hydrant on the roadside suddenly exploded, and a clown's smiley face pattern made of green gas rose into the air. Schiller was not surprised for a second, and turned the steering wheel and parked smoothly, splashing Maria who jumped down from the second floor.
"I just happened to be looking for you." Schiller got out of the car, looked at Maria and said, "You'd better be as useful as you say, clown."
For some reason, Maria felt a chill, which even froze her laughter for a moment.
"I need a big enough family therapy session."
"Heal who? Batman?"
"Heal myself." Schiller walked to the other side of the car, opened the trunk and said, "Heal my wounded heart that is forced to be a detective, does not get overtime pay, and is isolated and bullied by you crazy people."
"And you." Schiller suddenly turned to look at Maria the Clown and said, "You have to listen to the doctor, otherwise I will call the next patient in."
Dark clouds rolled over Gotham City, and the rain-washed asphalt ground was shiny. The flaming sword suddenly burst out with a dark golden light, illuminating the blood splattered on the neck of the deceased like flowing lava.
The tall figure stood in front of the three corpses, the flaming sword in his hand flashing a different metallic color than before, as if the anger that had been accumulating in his heart had grown deeper.
The muscles under the angel of death's cloak twitched slightly due to excessive tension, and his breathing was heavy through the gaps in his mask. When he pressed the wound on his left arm, blood oozed from the fingers of his black gloves.
When the cloaked woman appeared at the end of the alley, the wind blew up her clothes, and the metal heels of her crocodile leather boots shone with the beautiful luster of high-end custom-made boots.
When she spoke, her voice was deliberately lowered and hoarse with a nervous tremor: "Don't be nervous..."
Before he finished speaking, the flaming sword began to hum. The angel of death suddenly raised his hand, and the blade split like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and the spurting tongue of fire instantly ignited the opponent's mink-lined cloak.
The woman took a few steps back, but the flames grew stronger and stronger. She had no choice but to roll in the puddle of rain and mud.
"Look how miserable you are." The sneer rolling from the angel of death's throat was accompanied by the noise of dripping rain, and the sparks from the flaming sword illuminated the gold thread on the cuffs of the Odein Company uniform.
"I'm here to help you." The woman's voice was a little hoarse. "They know you will go through the sewer entrance on Azalea Street. They have set a trap there. You'd better change the route."
The angel of death stared at her quietly. The woman seemed to have not expected this reaction from him. She sighed softly and said, "You may have known your origins, but you don't know your true mission yet. I will help you."
"What is my true mission? To die miserably after giving everything for you?"
"No, you have to welcome the coming of the Lord. Only you have this ability. This is the glory given to you by God."
The angel of death left without looking back.
The woman cursed, took out her phone and said, "What are those people in the confidentiality department doing?! Paul may have known something..."
"Then what do you say we should do? Now that Batman is gone, we can only choose him! This guy is completely crazy... Yes, we want him to be crazy, but not this crazy. He should become like a walking corpse instead of being so powerful!"
"It must be that damn priest! That cunning devil. He gave Paul powerful powers that didn't belong to him. He was so generous." There was a hint of jealousy in the woman's tone.
I don’t know what the other party said, but the woman gradually calmed down and said, “Okay, I’ll try again.”
The stained glass of the San Marino Church refracted the sunlight into brilliant spots of light, and Brad paused while wiping the cross. When the door creaked open, he smelled more than just blood.
Brad stood at the foot of the cross, looking helplessly at the angel of death who walked in.
"The new weapon is very useful." The Angel of Death took the initiative to speak, "The flames it spews out give me the ability to fight from a distance. Thank you."
"Thank Batman if you want to thank him. The materials used in his chariot are the best." Brad shook his head and said, "But I still want to dissuade you from going on."
"You know that's impossible. Do you think Batman is dead?"
"Of course not. He won't die so easily."
The atmosphere between the two fell silent. Then Brad took out a medical kit to bandage the arm of the Angel of Death. The smell of blood coming from Paul seemed to make the devil feel uncomfortable.
"A woman came to see me." The Angel of Death suddenly spoke, "She said I have a special mission. What do you think?"
Brad's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked at the Angel of Death again, he found a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Well, it's time to tell you the truth, so that you won't be deceived by those people." Brad tried his best to appear not guilty. He told the Angel of Death about Edmond's contract and the conspiracy of the Order.
"So they want to use me to summon the evil god?"
"That's right. This is why I don't agree with you having too much contact with them. If soft tactics don't work, they might resort to some tough measures, and you may not be able to handle it."
"Are you worried about me?" The Angel of Death sneered and said, "Don't be so hypocritical. Your indulgence is also one of the main reasons why I have come to this point today."
"I admit, I don't want you to be too rich, otherwise you will run away to the upper city. It will make it easier for them to catch you. But I also want you to live a stable life. After all, I watched you grow up."
"A devil full of lies." commented the Angel of Death.
Brad didn't dwell on it. He tied a knot on the bandage and said, "It's up to you what you want to do. I also have a mission to complete. The situation is getting more and more urgent. You must not be caught by those people. If you encounter any difficulties that you can't solve, smear your blood on the sword and I will help you."
"Why don't you just kill me?"
"I said I was..."
"Tell the truth."
"The blood in you is some kind of beacon. If you died, your Lord might sense it. I don't really want to offend him."
The angel of death stood up and said, "Then help me stay alive as long as you can."
After the Angel of Death left, Brad stayed here for a long time. But soon he regretted his momentary weakness, because less than half an hour later, Paul summoned him.
When Brad arrived, the situation was not very critical. Paul was just stuck in the alley of Azalea Street. The opposite side was full of police cars and police officers in riot gear. This was obviously a premeditated roundup.
Brad did not show up, but managed to use magic to knock down several key figures and help the Angel of Death escape.
But within 20 minutes of returning to the church, he smelled the bloody scent of the Angel of Death again. He had to follow the scent to the lower city again. This time, the Angel of Death encountered Nightwing.
This guy is not so easy to deal with, like a hyena chasing after a wounded prey. Brad managed to use magic to damage his motorcycle and successfully hit several team members behind him. The Angel of Death broke through the chaos.
Then there was the roundup by the Odein Company. Although these guys didn't have heavy equipment or weapons, the small bombs they threw seemed to be able to quickly weaken people. The Angel of Death was almost taken away by them.
Brad's heart was in tatters. He dared not leave the Angel of Death any more, and kept a close eye on him, fearing that if he failed to hit a certain QTE, all his efforts would be in vain.
Brad was not a very hardworking demon. After years of leisurely life, he could no longer stand such a busy life. He just wanted to go home and have a cup of tea. But the angel of death was still attacking the upper city without knowing whether to live or die, and had no intention of stopping.
Brad was almost exhausted by him.
In order to reduce his workload, he gave up his previous meticulous style and became somewhat reckless. A few times he even revealed his true identity just to scare away those ignorant guys.
The Uptown area, which was already in chaos due to the police pursuit, was now in complete chaos. It was rumored that the Angel of Death was the devil incarnate. The wealthy people who still survived came up with various ways to avoid the devil.
In a house in a villa area not far from Azalea Street, the atmosphere of anxiety almost became tangible. A tall middle-aged man stood by the window holding a mobile phone, but his tone was not as proud as his temperament.
"Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Schiller. The Angel of Death has appeared near my house, and we are in desperate need of an exorcism. It would be great if you could come today."
Half an hour later, Schiller, wearing a windbreaker, gloves and carrying a toolbox, appeared outside the villa.
"Good afternoon, sir. Relax, I'm a professional. You'll be free of your demons in no time."