PFC Chapter 3272 Bloody New City (21)
Chapter 3272 Bloody New City (21)
Chapter 3272 Bloodshed in New City (Twenty-one)
The Pale Knight trembled.
He could no longer describe his current mood. He only felt his body twitching uncontrollably, as if his neck was locked by something, and he gradually felt difficulty breathing.
He struggled and waved his arms, then fell off the bed, hitting his head hard against the wall and knocking over the bedside table.
The nurse rushed in upon hearing the noise.
He didn't remember what happened next. He only saw many hazy halos and heard tiny whispers. When he woke up, he saw Bruce's blue eyes.
The daylight in Gotham is always dim, and it is difficult to tell the time. The Pale Knight twisted his neck hard and saw that it was morning.
He struggled to get up, and Bruce quickly pushed him back onto the bed, then said, "What are you doing? Do you know what's happening to your body? You almost died!"
"Let me go!" the Pale Knight roared angrily, "I want to go to the natural forest!"
Bruce showed a hesitant look on his face. He said, "It might be a little late for you to go now."
"Then I'm going too! Those bastards killed Willy! They must have bribed the police! I'm going to find Gordon!! I'm going to seal up the Charaban Chemical Plant!!!"
Bruce paused for a moment and then said, "It's a little late. The chemical plant..."
"What happened to the chemical plant?"
"The chemical plant has changed its form of existence." Bruce hesitated to speak.
“Changed to a different form of existence?” The Pale Knight stared at him in confusion, then said angrily, “I don’t have time to joke with you now!”
"Well, you're ill at a bad time." Bruce had to say, "And you don't know Schiller very well."
"What, what does this have to do with Schiller? Could this be his plan?"
"No, precisely because this is not his plan, I said you have no idea of Schiller's speed of revenge."
"What's going on?" The Pale Knight stared at Bruce's face and said, "You'd better tell me everything, otherwise I'll put you in the ice again!"
Bruce spread his hands and said, "You were in a coma for a day and a night. During this time, the investors and leaders of the Charabon Chemical Plant and the newly established Natural Forest Protection Fund all changed their existence."
"What form?"
"Sublimated from carbon-based organisms."
The Pale Knight stared at him in surprise.
"Do I have to make it so clear?" Bruce said with some disdain: "The explosion at the Charabon Chemical Plant is the largest chemical plant explosion in New Jersey in the past 100 years."
"The members of the Charabon family who went to inspect the chemical plant, claiming they were going to rectify the plant and invest in a natural forest protection fund, were all wiped out in this accident. William Charabon, the owner of the chemical plant, was at the center of the explosion, and his family of five was vaporized in an instant."
"Now you have to consider not Willy or Charabon, but how to respond to the state assembly's inquiries into this major safety accident. After all, you are the mayor now."
The Pale Knight was completely stunned.
"The chemical plant exploded?! How did it explode???"
"Well..." Bruce hesitated for a moment and then said, "I said it was all done by the Joker. Do you believe it?"
"What do you think? Why would the Joker blow up this chemical plant when he has nothing better to do?"
"The clown has nothing better to do than blow things up everywhere, right?"
The Pale Knight was speechless.
Then he came to his senses and said, "Did you just mention the speed with which Schiller took revenge? He did it?"
"You know, there's no evidence." Bruce shook his head and said, "There are various signs that he might have led the Joker there, or that he and the Joker had reached a cooperation, but the Joker might be the only one who knows about it, and you can't arrest him for interrogation."
The Pale Knight slowly leaned back against the pillows and said thoughtfully, "He must be working with the Joker."
"How do you know?" Bruce asked.
"When he gave me the drug, I heard him say before he passed out, 'Instead of hoping for the goodness of the Pale Knight, leave the Joker no choice.' And he did."
"what?"
"The Joker had no choice. Maria had to cooperate with Schiller." The Pale Knight muttered to himself: "The Joker in my body rejected him, so he made Maria become the Joker, replacing the original Joker."
"And if Maria doesn't cooperate with him again, he will create another one, and then a second one, and a third one. There will always be one who will cooperate with him. The Joker will have no choice."
Bruce remained silent. After a while, the Pale Knight said, "I thought they might use violence to drive the protesters away, but I didn't expect them to kill so quickly."
"This is not difficult to predict." Bruce said, "It seems that they are not pushed into a desperate situation, but Schiller must have done something to make them feel that if they don't use it quickly, the last resort will be slow death."
"What did he do?" asked the Pale Rider.
"I don't know all of them either." Bruce sighed and said, "This Schiller is different from the one I knew before. He is always planning behind the scenes. Every move he makes is not a random move. He can open up a path, and countless paths weave a big net that no one can escape."
The Pale Knight slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them and said, "I want to be discharged."
"Are you going to the press conference?"
"No, I'm going to a funeral. Willy's funeral."
Willy's funeral was indeed held today. When the Pale Knight arrived, quite a few people were already there, but from their attire, it could be seen that they were not rich people.
There were indeed some people who did not know Willy during his lifetime who came, because the news of Willy's sacrifice had spread, and the people had sharp eyes. They knew that this man was not the violent maniac as the media said, but a hero.
The Pale Knight's hands were shaking as he pushed the door open, so Bruce had to hold down his arms and say, "My butler told me that there has never been a revolution without bloodshed."
The Pale Knight pushed the door open.
People saw him, saw the new mayor walking into the memorial service with a heavy face.
They tacitly agreed not to talk to him. The Pale Knight just walked silently to the coffin. Next to the coffin was his photo, and a woman in black stood on the side.
"Hello, I'm Willy's ex-wife and this is his daughter."
The Pale Knight saw a young girl with a slightly childish face. She looked like she had just graduated from junior high school and was about 15 years old.
"Are you the new mayor?" she asked as she came over. The Pale Knight saw an expression on her face that was similar to her father's, which made the black and white of the memorial service seem even more indifferent, with only those eyes showing an intense look.
"Yes, you may address me as Mr. Napier."
"Well, Mr. Napier, do you think my father is a hero?"
The woman next to her seemed to think that her question was too sharp and pulled her from behind, but the girl refused to give in and stared at the pale knight's face.
"Yes, he is a hero. I will investigate his death and give you an explanation." The Pale Knight looked around to indicate that he was not just saying this to Willy's relatives.
The woman lowered her head with some sadness. She said, "I saw in the video that Willy did provoke the police. According to New Jersey law..."
"Videos can be edited," said Pale Knight. "The angle of the filming can also be manipulated, and with media propaganda, a substitute for the truth can be created."
"Maybe Willy really did it, maybe he did break the law, but it has to be confirmed through investigation, rather than convicting him by posting a video on the Internet."
The fire in the girl's eyes rekindled, and she said, "My name is Fiona. Can you let me investigate with you? I went to the police station, but they said I had no right to participate in the investigation."
Looking at the pair of eyes that were very similar to her father's, the Pale Knight couldn't say no, so he nodded and said, "Okay, Fiona, I can recruit you to be my staff and investigate the truth about your father's death, but you must promise me that if the facts are the same as what the media said, and it was your father who broke the law, you will not distort the truth."
"Who are the laws for?" Fiona asked, "Why did they pollute the natural forest and kill so many people, but they were not arrested and sent to prison, while my father just wanted to seek justice for them and angered the police, so he had to pay the price with his life?"
The Pale Knight was silent, but Fiona seemed to suddenly understand him. He nodded and said, "I won't cause you any trouble, Mr. Mayor. You are a good man."
After saying that, she turned and left, as if she had a lot to do. The Pale Knight sighed and turned around to look for Bruce, but unexpectedly saw an unexpected person.
"Schiller." The Pale Knight shouted over there. Schiller noticed his shout, turned around and nodded to him.
The Pale Knight walked over quickly. Schiller held a glass of red wine in his hand. The Pale Knight saw that his expression was still very calm, with an appropriate amount of sadness and nostalgia, which was suitable for the atmosphere of the memorial service.
But he wasn't actually sad, the Pale Knight thought, he must have come here for some purpose.
"Can you tell me what's going on?" The Pale Knight tried his best not to sound like a question.
He believes that Willy's death had nothing to do with Schiller, and he does not think that the hero stood up for anyone else. Maybe someone gave him the opportunity, but ultimately this is what he wanted to do.
"I was just about to tell you." Schiller's tone was light, as if he was talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him. The Pale Knight wanted to grab the rope of the balloon instead of piercing it directly.
"I feel sorry for Willy's sacrifice, but he didn't back down until the very last moment. When the blood of Jesus drips, even the calmest dead waters are stirred up. Did you notice any difference?"
The Pale Knight suppressed all his questions and couldn't help but look at the other people at the memorial service. He found that they were sad and missed each other, but beneath the calm appearance, anger was accumulating.
It's like a pot that is always boiling, with the lid being pushed up constantly, but it's still on the pot. If it continues to boil like this, sooner or later the intense heat will completely blow the lid off, and the boiling water will surge out like a wave, giving a painful lesson to any hand that wants to reach for the pot.
"What did you do?" The Pale Knight looked at Schiller and said, "You must have played an important role in this, didn't you?"
Schiller nodded and said, "During your hospitalization in Arkham Asylum, the asylum director Tork has been reporting your physical condition to Ruth, the manager of the Gotham Natural Disaster Fund."
"Ruth knows that your unstable mental state is an obstacle for Batman to trust you and work with you. She doesn't want you to recover, so she stole your medicine and wanted to create an antidote to remove the drug's effects."
"But no matter how she analyzed it, she couldn't find any useful ingredients in the sample. At this time, Tok told her that your mental state has greatly improved and the symptoms of schizophrenia have gradually disappeared."
The Pale Knight's breathing hitched. He knew of course why his symptoms had improved, because a new clown was born, while the one in his body was gradually dying.
"Ruth thought you had obtained a new drug, and this new drug she couldn't develop an antidote for, or even crack the active ingredient. She thought there was only one person in the world who could do this - Batman."
"She believes that your cooperation has already begun, and that countless conspiracies have been laid out in places she is unaware of, waiting to gain a comprehensive advantage and completely devour the upper class."
The Pale Knight's fingertips began to tremble slightly again.
"Ruth felt the fear."
Schiller slowly walked to the side of the Pale Knight, then walked around behind him and said, "Fear is a poison that makes people irrational, increases their stress, makes them feel insecure, and makes them desperate to control something."
"The most important thing is to make them want to make progress on at least one thing right away to calm their anxiety."
"So he attacked the protesters in the natural woodland?" The Pale Knight turned around and glared at Schiller and said, "You killed Willy?!"
Schiller lowered his head and took a sip of wine, then said: "This is what I said, Pale Knight. There are sharp swords everywhere in this city, but you dare not use any of them because of your cowardice."
"But... this is not a reason for you to kill an innocent person."
Schiller suddenly looked at the Pale Knight and smiled.
"Do you think you and Batman are the only heroes in Gotham who insist on moving forward in the darkness?"
The Pale Rider stared at him, and then he heard Schiller say.
"What if I told you that Willy already knew what was going to happen?"
Greed: The big spider crawls darkly