PFC Chapter 3218 The Shadow of Faraines (5)
Chapter 3218 The Shadow of Faraines (5)
Chapter 3218: The Shadow of Faraines (XV)
In the thick fog, a pale ambulance turned a corner and got rid of a large group of monsters, driving from the forest path to the highway.
The monster still hasn't given up the chase and the battle continues.
The Pale Knight sat back in the passenger seat of the ambulance and was counting his gains. There was no rush to remove the larger equipment. He found a lot of medicines in the car, all of which were very useful first aid medicines, the kind that could save lives if taken a couple of pills at a critical moment.
"How is it?" Bruce asked while driving.
"It's a rich harvest," the Pale Knight said, "but I still say that taking it without permission is stealing."
“You can pay.”
"Where do I get the money?"
Bruce said nothing, and the Pale Knight whispered, "I'd give it to you if I had it. I hope to make some money before I leave the dungeon, and then pay it to the hospital."
"You sound like a country bumpkin on his way to the big city to work." Bruce shook his head and said, "If you're that poor, you don't have to pay for medical bills."
Do you support this view?"
Why do you always care about opinions? "Bruce seemed helpless, looking into the distance without turning his head and said: "You have no money and can't pay for medical expenses, so don't worry about it, because it's not your fault."
"I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I just think it's better to pay it back if I can." The Pale Knight looked down at the medicine in his hand and said, "I don't support pharmaceutical research and development companies charging high fees. They call it encouraging new drug research, but in fact they know that humans cannot live without medicine. Even if they only make one cent from a bottle of medicine, there are still people who will do it."
"What did you get?" Bruce turned his head and looked at his arms.
The Pale Knight seemed to have thought of something, and very cautiously moved the medicine in his arms to the other side and said, "You'd better not think of taking these medicines. Even the lowest concentration can kill you."
“Fentanyl?”
"Have you really taken it?!" the Pale Knight looked at him in shock.
"It was an accident, an accident." Bruce said with a grin.
The Pale Knight was silent for a long time, and only said one sentence, "Drugs are bad, especially for Batman."
"I told you I'm not Batman, and I was just kidding. What makes you think I'd take brain-damaging drugs like those poor bastards?"
"You mean you have a better choice?"
Bruce shook his head and said, "People always say that the drug abuse among the lower classes of society is due to the poor's own lack of determination. Otherwise, why is the drug abuse rate among the upper class who can easily afford drugs not that high?"
"But in reality, as long as you have money, there are many ways to get dopamine, and this is even more true for Batman. I can spend hundreds of millions of dollars just to develop a machine that provides a drug-like pleasure without damaging the body. This is even just the most boring and low-level pleasure."
The Pale Knight seemed to be thinking about it, but he still asked: "It sounds like you have pursued something more advanced?"
"Sure. Guess how much money I have in my account now?"
"Showing off your wealth is meaningless." The Pale Knight snorted coldly. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous because he was short of money.
It's not that he personally lacks money, but that the city he governs is always short of money. Gotham is like a bottomless pit and money is needed everywhere. But he is not Bruce Wayne. Most of his money is taken from one place to put in another, and he never has enough money.
"I only have over $60 left in my personal account now."
"What?" The Pale Knight thought he had heard wrongly.
"To be exact, it's $61.5." Bruce smiled and said, "Not enough for me to order a dish at the restaurant on Green Street."
“You have other accounts, right?”
"No, just this one."
"Where did you put the money? In the company's account?"
"There's even less left in the company's account." Bruce said leisurely, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be difficult to even buy a storefront now."
"Are you bankrupt?" The Pale Knight looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
"I can barely hold on now, but if that damn red-haired guy keeps punching me hard, I don't know how long I can last." Bruce shrugged.
"But you don't seem worried at all."
"Of course, because my wealth is not in the bank card." Bruce smiled and looked at the Pale Knight and said, "I transformed the entire Gotham."
"What?" The Pale Knight thought there was something wrong with his ears again.
"Maybe after the game is over, you can go and see it for yourself." Bruce tilted his head towards him and said, "Then you'll understand what I mean."
The Pale Knight stared at him for a while. He seemed to want to get to the bottom of the matter, but in the end he said nothing, pursing his lips and saying nothing.
He is a proud man, and he has enough reason to be proud, which even allows him to feel justified in front of any Batman.
But Bruce is special. He said he is not Batman, he doesn't even look like a superhero, he is even more like a villain than he was before he was cured.
The Pale Knight should have regarded his words as crazy talk, but he could also hear some other meaning in this madness, like when a leaf that was elusive in a gust of wind passed by his eyes, the amazing veins naturally formed on the leaf made people realize that he was talking with substance, not just dreaming.
The Pale Knight felt that he should think about it carefully.
The car kept moving and soon got rid of all the monsters.
Those monsters that can only rely on oxygen in their lungs for circulation and breathing cannot sustain running at high speeds. When they are in the village, the road conditions are poor and the car can only drive at 60 to 70 miles per hour. The turns are narrow and there are many forks, which gives them the opportunity to chase.
But after getting on the highway, the car speed was close to 150 miles per hour. This speed is like a gust of wind in front of any carbon-based creature, and there is no way to catch up.
This was because Bruce did not drive at the highest speed for safety reasons. Also, the type of car and the physical fitness of the Pale Knight limited his performance, otherwise, it would have been no problem for him to speed up to 180.
The road was pitch black at night, with the only way forward being illuminated by car lights. Even though the highest speed was not marked, the sound of the wind whistling outside the window still made the Pale Knight feel terrified. He didn't even have this feeling when facing those half-human, half-fish monsters.
This world is so crazy that Batman even kidnapped the Joker.
At this speed, Higeltek, which was not particularly far away, gradually appeared in sight.
It is not a very prosperous big city, far inferior to Gotham. It is about the same size as Blüdhaven, and can be considered a modern small city. Judging from the aircraft takeoffs and landings, it can barely be considered a transportation hub in the area.
"Are you going into the city?" asked the Pale Knight.
"What else?" Bruce slowly stopped the car. There was a bridge in front of them. After crossing the bridge, they would enter the city, but he obviously did not intend to drive the ambulance over because the serial number of this kind of official vehicle was too easy to find out.
"Wait in the car for a while and take the things you need to take. I'll go find another car."
The Pale Knight's lips moved but he still didn't say anything. He was not the kind of person who was very old-fashioned and conservative. It was true that stealing a car was a crime, but it was not a serious crime. In fact, in most states, as long as you didn't use the stolen car to commit other crimes or deliberately damage the vehicle, you wouldn't be convicted at all.
After a while, Bruce came back with an excited look on his face. He said, "We are lucky. This is a villa area for rich people. I saw a Dodge Ram. Let's go there now."
The Pale Knight raised his eyebrows. He was indeed a little surprised. They were lucky. Since they were going to steal a car anyway, they might as well steal a good one. Dodge's cars all had good performance, especially the engine, which had great acceleration performance.
The Dodge Ram is a pickup truck, weighing about 2.3 tons, with a large displacement and high torque. The one Bruce got is a modified version, making it look even more like a violent beast.
Bruce patted the car door with great satisfaction. The Pale Knight put the things removed from the ambulance into the back compartment, secured them, and sat in the passenger seat.
The interior space is large and the seats are comfortable, which is incomparable to the bumpy ambulance. The pale knight sighed with satisfaction and said, "I used to be a pickup truck enthusiast. I will get one when I go back."
"If you like big stuff, maybe you can consider a truck." Bruce said as he short-circuited the car with a skilled technique, "That thing is really powerful to drive, and no one dares to mess with you on the road."
“You’ve driven a truck?”
"Of course, I'm a pretty good driver." Bruce said proudly, "I once held the record for the highest overload in Gotham truck transport, but unfortunately, someone surpassed me in just one week."
"…What records?"
"Uh, nothing, I mean the legal shipments."
After the car started, it was extremely stable. For such a big car and such a powerful engine, you can hardly hear much noise when driving. The acceleration was also very wild, but you couldn't feel a strong push on your back. In short, the comfort was maximized.
"Where are we going now?" the Pale Knight said, "I think maybe we can go check out the Siltec Medical Insurance Company building first..."
"You are really a country bumpkin." Bruce said bluntly: "We have already entered the city. We have electricity and Internet here. What can't be found on the Internet?"
"Then let's go online first?"
“Where can I go online?”
"Well, there should be Internet cafes or something." The Pale Knight was actually not sure. Electronic products such as computers were not very expensive in the United States, and home computers were more popular. There were not many Internet cafes, and there might not be one in a city.
"Even if there is an Internet cafe, do you have money?"
This really stumped the Pale Knight. Their initial items were varied, but no one brought money. If Greedy was still alive, he should have been able to go to the bank to withdraw money, but he died too early.
"So what are you going to do?" asked the Pale Knight.
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that the car had stopped. Bruce got out directly, and the Pale Knight had to get out as well.
The car was parked in a very secluded place. The Pale Knight thought that Bruce might be afraid that the car would be recovered. After all, such good cars are rare and it would be too difficult to find another one.
The two crossed the street and Bruce soon stopped. The Pale Knight looked up and saw Bruce standing in front of a bank.
The Pale Knight had a bad feeling.
"Don't just stand there." Bruce shook his head in the direction of the bank and said, "This way, go in through the side door."
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you say?"
Bruce snatched the rifle from the Pale Knight, kicked open the side door of the bank, pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.
boom!
"Good evening Sigeltek! Everyone, put your hands on your head and squat where you are! Rob a bank!"
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