Chapter 2054: Knight's Horror Night (38)

Chapter 2068 Knight’s Night of Fright (38)

Bang!

The cup was thrown to the ground and shattered into miserable fragments. An old general put his hands on the armrests and looked at the fragments on the ground with a cold expression.

"Bruce Wayne actually dared to do something absolutely impossible!" The admiral took a deep breath and said, "How did you find this person? How could you be caught by a bunch of young men?"

"It's not just..." The lieutenant general next to him paused for a moment before changing his explanation. He said, "It must be the work of those lunatics."

The admiral looked serious. After the initial anger, he quickly regained his senses and speculated in a deep voice: "Bruce Wayne is indeed always called a playboy by the media, but we all know that he is not."

"If he had to do something outrageous in the past to maintain this disguise, then as you saw just now, he has exposed his fangs and has no intention of pretending at all. Why would he use such a childish way to vent his anger? ?”

"Revelation that we secretly sent people into Gotham and were close to Wayne Manor will indeed cause a storm of public opinion." The young general said.

But the old general snorted coldly, touched the white hair on his temples, and said: "You understand, it is never the people who can decide these things. Doing this will have no other effect than embarrassing the military."

"But when they have already threatened our actual interests, there is no need for him to take any extra steps. Instead, they will completely block the road to subsequent negotiations..."

"Then what do you think..."

"I'm afraid someone wants to help him block the road to negotiation." A cold light flashed in the admiral's eyes, and he said: "Either the madmen in Gotham can't wait to leave the city, as long as Wayne If the possibility of negotiating with us is completely lost, then the Gotham Prison will be closed sooner or later, and so will their freedom. The prison created by those idiots cannot hold these super criminals. "

"Either..." the old admiral's tone became lower and lower, and his fingertips on the table even trembled a little as he said.

"Those people are fed up with the greedy FBI and they're going to throw the old chessboard in the trash and find a new one."

The young subordinate showed a curious look, but the old admiral explained to himself: "They want to turn Gotham into a new chessboard and choose a new guardian, and this person is Bruce Wayne."

"Whether it is the shareholders of Wayne Group or the group of people who need to exchange interests, they must prefer Bruce Wayne, because so far, his actions have shown that he is a businessman and will be purer than the FBI. , and more indulgent.”

Knocking his knuckles lightly on the table, the old admiral sighed and said: "They don't want to hide it anymore, they want it to become a matter of course. The biggest problem they encountered in the past was that those who dared to do it were incompetent, and those who were capable People don’t dare to do it.”

"Now, Bruce Wayne has arrived." The old man closed his eyes and sighed like a prayer: "Now that he has raised his hand, someone will help him put his hand on the Bible."

In the Batcave, Robin and Nightwing looked at the surveillance footage of the Gotham Bridge speechlessly. On the footage returned by the drone, there were not only numerous Gotham reporters rushing there, but also people who were not afraid of death. A convoy of reporters from out of town drove in.

"What did Batman say?" Robin turned around and asked.

Nightwing sighed deeply, sat on the chair next to him, turned the chair around, and then said: "He said he ordered Peter Parker to do it, but I always feel that this sentence means Yes, no matter what Peter did, don’t hold it against him.”

"I think you're right, but this is too outrageous." Robin looked at the surveillance screen again. What was more eye-catching than the group of reporters were the dozens of people hanging on the cables of the Gotham Bridge.

Of course, this group of people sneaked in secretly, but they were not wearing military uniforms. Their identities could not be seen from their appearance, but someone couldn't help it. Someone used colorful spider silk to glue a line of large characters on it, "They are soldiers."

This sentence is a bit meaningless, but the reporter can smell the big news from these few words.

First of all, this group of people are soldiers, which means they are members of the military. So the question is, since the military knows that a catastrophe is happening in Gotham and has the ability to send people in, why did it send so many people? How many people?

Now the whole city is shrouded in the shadow of a terrorist attack. You can't say that the entire army is dispatched to provide disaster relief, right? Where are the helicopters? What about the paratroopers? What about airdrop supplies?

If you take a closer look, you will see that these people are not wearing military uniforms yet, and judging from their temperament and appearance, they don’t look like ordinary soldiers, but rather like special forces members. If you say they sneaked in secretly to capture terrorists, then why are they instead? Being hoisted to the bridge?

Anyway, either the military ignores the lives of citizens, or it suffers a big loss from terrorists. No matter how it is written, it can make a lot of money.

It’s no wonder that these reporters rushed to the front line of the news not long after waking up. This report was enough to make people cry. Isn’t this year’s Pulitzer Prize an easy win?

"Let's go put them down." Robin sighed and said, "It's not good to hang them like this all the time. It's quite cold outside."

Nightwing was about to get up, but hesitated. In the end, he stopped Robin and said, "I think we should observe the development of the situation. After all, Batman didn't ask me to put them down just now. What if this happens?" What’s Batman’s plan?”

Robin's steps also paused. He felt that what Nightwing said made sense. Since Batman didn't express his opinion, what if they went on their own and ruined Batman's plan?

Nightwing folded his arms and looked up at the largest screen, and said: "That kid still has some humanitarian spirit. He didn't hang their hands directly, but wrapped them into cocoons. That kind of material looks quite warm. More importantly, these people should not be afraid of cold."

Robin glanced at Nightwing's expression, obviously understanding that Nightwing probably guessed what these people were here for, then he smiled a little self-deprecatingly and said: "If they really came for the Bat Family, then they came at the right time. I still want to see their expressions when they face Peter Parker."

"Forget it." Nightwing sat back on the chair again, supporting his cheek with one hand and said: "Even we can't catch him, you Do you know where he is now? "

"I saw him go east before, but... never mind, Batman always favors newcomers for a while."

Nightwing also laughed, and then he said as if he remembered something: "Fortunately, your predecessor was not here when you first came. I know Jason, he would challenge you to a duel and knock out two of your teeth with one punch."

Robin shrugged and said: "I'm not that easy to deal with, but that guy is really strong... By the way, how is he? Do you want to call him?"

The lonely island is like a small boat floating on the sea, desolate and lonely, uninhabited, until a motorboat dragged the waves from the coastline and crossed a beautiful trajectory, breaking the long-standing tranquility here.

Peter Parker parked the motorboat next to the dock and glued it firmly with spider silk to prevent it from being blown away by the wind and waves.

Then he started to move the ingredients from the trunk, because most of the long-lasting ingredients had been transported by speedboat, so Peter only brought some seasonal vegetables that were not easy to store this time, only two light boxes. He walked into the cabin with the box in his arms, and saw Jason curled up on the sofa at first sight.

Schiller was tidying up things in the kitchen next to him. When he saw Peter coming in, he greeted him and said, "Thank you, Peter, just put it at the door."

Schiller put down what he was doing, walked to the door, smiled behind Peter and said, "I've seen it on the news. You did a good job, but I have to remind you, Peter, Batman must be very angry now."

Peter licked his lips, showed a bitter face, spread his hands and said, "I know, doctor, I will remember to run faster when he comes back."

Then he poked his head inside, raised one hand and gently pointed at Jason, made a curious expression, and asked, "Is he really okay?"

Schiller followed Peter's gaze and looked back at Jason, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs folded and looked a little dazed. He answered fluently: "He's fine, Peter. Medical students who are about to take exams are like this, with dull eyes and stiff limbs."

"That's just because too much complex knowledge occupies their brain capacity, so they can't do daily activities well, but such efforts are worth it, and they will get a good score in the exam."

Peter swallowed his saliva and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller reached out and patted his arm and said, "Don't worry, surgery is not a compulsory subject for you. You can take it as a hobby, but no one requires you to take the exam."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jason with sympathy, and turned and left as quickly as possible.

After closing the door, Schiller carried the two boxes that Peter had just brought in to the kitchen, picked some fresh vegetables from them, and started the toaster.

Not long after, a plate of sandwiches was brought to Jason. Jason's eyes, which were a little cloudy due to fatigue, turned a little, but his eyes did not focus on the sandwich, but on Schiller's hand.

After Schiller put the plate down, he sat down opposite Jason, clasped his hands together, supported his forearms on his legs, looked at Jason and said: "Now you should understand, I am doing this for your own good, are you still afraid of clowns now?"

Jason was silent and did not speak, only his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly.

He knew his answer was "no".

But he also believed that no one could give a positive answer after experiencing all this.

It's just that now it's no longer the clown that scares him, but Schiller.

Jason can hardly describe how much he regrets using the flock of sheep to compare the society of ordinary people. It's not that this metaphor is inappropriate, but he found that when he only regarded this as a metaphor, someone was practicing it with actual actions.

Jason cut the clown.

But this is just the first step.

When Schiller's scalpel was on his neck, what frightened him most was not the threat of death, but the look in the clown's eyes on him.

That look was like saying, you will always be a lamb tied to a chair, I can do whatever I want to you at any time, you have no power to resist, and you can't even have the heart to resist.

Jason was extremely afraid that he would really become like this.

So he started.

The feeling of cutting a living person is completely different from decomposing a corpse, and cutting a clown is another difference.

When Jason cut open the man's chest, he could feel the living limbs twitching with fear, and could clearly feel the heart beating and the blood flowing.

Too alive, too warm, too cruel, too outrageous.

But at the moment when the skin around the knife suddenly tightened, Jason realized that the Joker would also feel pain.

Maybe he was a madman, maybe he was willing to give everything for his evil big plan, even his life, but pain was a feeling that no one could escape, and the same wound would bring the same pain.

It cannot be said that Jason did not learn something from the feeling at this moment, but before he had time to experience and digest it, Schiller's order came again.

Of course, the ribs were removed, two-thirds of the right lung was cut off, as well as the pancreas and part of the small intestine.

Jason's hands were shaking, but he did it.