PFC Chapter 3271 Bloody New City (2)
Chapter 3271 Bloody New City (2)
Chapter 3271 Bloody New City (Twenty)
Batman is reading an investigation report on soil pollution in natural forests in the study of Wayne Manor. This was actually arranged by Fox to create some trouble for the Charaban Chemical Plant in order to interfere with their bidding in the competition for GTO investment.
Batman expected that there would be pollution in the chemical plant, but he didn't expect the pollution to be so serious and to have started so early. Looking at the terrible numbers one after another, Batman couldn't help rubbing his forehead.
Although it is too late, we have to deal with it. However, treatment costs money, and the budget for investing in GTO cannot be touched. Where can we find the money?
Just as Batman was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the garden. He lowered his head and met a pair of big brown eyes filled with anger.
With a whoosh, a petite black figure jumped onto the balcony on the second floor and rushed into his study.
Batman knew that he was still Bruce Wayne, and he pretended to be horrified, but Catwoman didn't give him any face and slapped him in the face.
"You damn liar! You and your accomplices caused me to be hunted down! Did you expect this?!"
Batman was stunned, and Catwoman was still cursing: "If you hadn't turned into an ice cube and smashed on me, I wouldn't have been caught, and I wouldn't have been plotted against by that man who looked like a human!"
"Now I can't even go to the airport. They'll soon send the police to arrest me! If I go to jail, you won't have an easy life either!"
From her constant scolding, Batman summed up some facts.
This guy is a thief. He broke into Wayne Manor last night to steal things, ran into Bruce who was frozen into ice, and was caught by Schiller. It is possible that he was tricked by him and is now being hunted by his employer.
Batman touched his cheek and said, "Calm down, I'm a victim too."
"You're a piece of shit!" Catwoman stared at him fiercely and said, "You and that guy must have planned this long ago! Where is he? I'm going to scratch his face!"
"He's in the Gotham Police Department."
Catwoman made a short sound as if her neck was being strangled, then looked at Batman's eyes doubtfully and said, "He's in the police station. Has he been arrested?"
"It's over, it's over now." Catwoman turned around in place. She said, "If he tells everything, that damn black guy will never let me go. No, I have to find a way to run away..."
"Where are you running to?"
"Anywhere is fine. We have to get out of Gotham as soon as possible. If they knew what I saw, they would kill me."
Batman immediately became alert and said, "What do you see?"
Catwoman realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, so she quickly covered her mouth, waved her hand and said, "No, nothing."
Batman stared at her.
Catwoman also realized something was wrong. She looked Bruce up and down and said, "Kuang, are you a little too calm?"
She looked past Batman and saw the documents on the desk. She deftly slipped past Batman, picked up the documents on the desk and said, "Natural forest soil pollution test report? So you are an environmentalist?"
Then she looked at the next document, which was about the general information of the protesters. Catwoman immediately thought of something, and her tone became lighter. "Ha, there's actually a protest going on there. That's good. That woman will definitely not have time to take care of me. I can take this opportunity to slip away."
"'Their place'?" Batman whispered, and then he asked: "Are you familiar with the Charaban Chemical Plant?"
"Uh, no way." Catwoman smiled awkwardly and said, "You are also responsible for the situation I am in now. Can you buy me a new ticket and let me board the plane smoothly?"
Batman stared at her in silence.
"Hey, this is boring. It was you who fell from the building and hit me, which caused me to be caught. If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened. You really have to help me."
"where are you going?"
"I think Hawaii, but that's a little unsafe. Maybe Hong Kong would be a good choice. I've wanted to go shopping there for a long time."
"That's not safe enough." Batman said, "They are rich people. They have their own people in any wealthy city or resort in the world. Going there is like walking into a trap."
"Where else can I go? It can't be the desert, right?"
"I have a good idea." Batman leaned over calmly.
But Catwoman's intuition was very sharp. She jumped onto the balcony and said, "You're not going to say it was your bed, are you? You damned rascal! Are all you rich people so perverted?"
"Who rushed into my study in the middle of the night wearing a tights?" Batman asked.
"This is not a tights, this is a nightgown! Forget it, you can't understand it anyway. I warn you, don't try to catch me, you can never catch a cat."
After saying that, Catwoman jumped down from the windowsill, and her agile and flexible figure disappeared into the night.
But Batman suddenly had an impulse. He put down the information in his hand, came to the Batcave, put on Batman's equipment, and another black figure also blended into the night. They will soon meet in another identity.
One minute after Batman left, a figure appeared in Wayne Manor. Schiller entered Batman's study and picked up the documents on his desk.
Schiller knew that this protest was Batman's attempt to cause trouble for the boss behind the chemical plant, and what he wanted was the identity information of the protesters, who should be people carefully selected by Batman or his good assistant.
Schiller flipped through the pages one by one, took pictures with his mobile phone and sent them to the Pale Knight.
"Find a way to contact them, Mr. Mayor. This will be the first sharp blade you use to shatter the darkness."
The Pale Knight was lying on a hospital bed in Arkham Asylum at this time. He received Schiller's photos and once again marveled at his madness. How on earth did he get into Batman's study and take these photos?
He really couldn't contain his curiosity and sent such a question, but Schiller only answered with a simple word - "honey trap".
This only made the Pale Knight more confused, because he really couldn't imagine what kind of beauty could capture Batman.
However, the Pale Knight still looked at the list of people carefully, and then he found that Schiller was right, this group of people should indeed be the sharp blade that shatters the darkness.
They are not just environmentalists who do things for money. Fox is not that rough in his work. Those who talk about ideology but only care about business dare not confront the police in a tough way. The police will just yell at them and run away, and they will not achieve the purpose of causing trouble at all.
The people Fox is looking for are good people with a genuine conscience. To be more precise, they are those tough guys who have been beaten by society and have almost nothing left, but have never intended to give in to their fate.
Gotham is known as the city of sin, but there are at least a dozen sin cities in the United States. What makes Gotham most different from other sin cities, and what makes it most attractive, is that there is never a lack of rebellious spirit here.
They are shrouded in thick dark clouds, unable to see the sun, living in a daze under the erosion of various types of pollution, and struggling to survive under the oppression of the elite class.
But once a real disaster strikes, they will still choose to take up guns to defend their homes. Even if these homes are already in ruins, many people will not flee or accept their fate, but will fight fate to the end.
To many people, this is crazy. Why struggle when there is no hope? Why not leave if you can?
But this is precisely what constitutes the true spiritual core of the city of Gotham. If the madness of the people of Gotham is dismantled and those parts over which they are powerless are removed, the few remaining personal wishes of them are to use their existence to cry out against the darkness of this city and this country.
The Wayne family has ruled this city for so many years, Batman must understand this. However, under the existing system, the unsystematic violent resistance of these tough guys will only cause them to get beaten to pieces. Excessively supporting their resistance is tantamount to supporting their death.
But that doesn't mean Batman won't find other ways to improve their situation and keep their minds and spirits alive.
That's exactly the case with this protest. Batman found a good excuse for them, provided them with funds, and helped them make a connection with the police, allowing them to use their brute force and passion in the right place.
The Pale Knight did not deny that this was a good thing, but Batman's background meant that he could not truly lead this group of people. He could only hide behind the scenes and guide them in another way.
But he is different. Since he has shaped himself into the patron saint of the lower class, he cannot give up on the strong people who have never given up fighting even though they are at the bottom of society, except for the real weaklings who are fragile and can do nothing but cry.
They are even more powerful than the wealthy people who control most of the city's resources. Even though Gotham is covered with dark clouds and heavy rain all year round, the Pale Knight can still see the burning flames of their souls on their faces, almost burning his eyes.
The Pale Knight opened his phone again and saw the headlines pushed to him.
In the center of the headline photo was a middle-aged man, skinny and with eyes sunken deep in their sockets but very bright. He walked in front of everyone holding a protest sign and roaring angrily.
They called him "Gladiator Willy." His face was etched with the marks of suffering, and his soul showed that he had never been defeated.
Compared with his expression, the gray skyscrapers, the layers of dark clouds, and the angular chemical plants in the distance all seemed pale and despicable.
After turning off his phone, the Pale Knight lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling. The pulling and struggling feeling in his body was getting weaker and weaker. He understood that the Joker was dying.
The Pale Knight did not feel happy, he just had an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something that should not have existed suddenly disappeared, and he felt empty as if he had done something stupid.
He felt that he didn't have time to indulge in emptiness any longer. Even though the clown might not appear again, the long-term medication had almost completely destroyed his body and weighed down his spirit, otherwise he would not be lying here. He needed to recover and regroup as soon as possible.
Picking up his phone again, the Pale Knight decided to check out some news related to the protest so that he would have something to talk about when trying to win the support of this group of people.
He will definitely be able to impress them, the Pale Knight thought, because he is not just shouting slogans, he will fulfill his promises.
But when he opened his phone again, what was pushed to him was a sea of blood. In the photo on the news headline, the gladiator Willy was lying in a pool of blood.
"The leader of the protesters was shot dead for violently resisting police enforcement. The Charabon Chemical Plant announced the establishment of a natural forest protection fund. Gotham's environmental protection has entered a new era of peaceful resistance!"
Veins suddenly appeared on the Pale Knight's hands.