"Tell me what's going on now, Peter." Schiller, standing in front of the screen, clicked on his earphones and said, "It sounds like you're not safe there."
Of course he knew that the place where Peter was was not safe, because no Gotham in this world was safe, but he didn't know whether Gotham in the Arkham Knight universe was experiencing the most dangerous twenty-four hours.
"I think I came at the right time, doctor. A super criminal named Scarecrow spread fear gas in Gotham City, causing many people to be infected. Batman is investigating the matter with the help of an agent called Prophet, and
I plan to help him."
Schiller calmed down a little and said: "This is destined to be a long night. Are you sure you are ready?"
"Of course, doctor, I'm always preparing for this." Peter lowered his eyes and said, "The quiet time in college and the laboratory won't be all my life forever, will it?"
"I'm afraid it is true, Peter. Humanity has a small boat to sleep in, but don't forget that we are still traveling in the storm. If you wake up earlier than others, you will one day be able to turn the tide."
"That's what I'm going to do and save myself at the same time, otherwise the spider-sense will be so loud it's going to fry my brain."
"Be safe, Peter." Schiller put one hand on the table, stared at the screen and said: "If you have any questions, contact me immediately, right away, do you understand?"
"I will, doctor. Goodbye."
Schiller slowly put his hands down from the headphones. Nick, who was standing at the back of the room and leaning against the wall, crossed his arms and said, "How dangerous is the situation he is facing now?"
"Batman is the only one who is in danger." Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "Batman in this universe is already very strong, but this is also a difficult night for him."
"And Peter can only be called a fledgling." Nick looked at Schiller and said: "There are no earth-shattering battles for him to fight here, thanks to you."
"So he can only fight somewhere else." Schiller turned his head and said, "Now come here and stare, I'm going to make a call to death, the death of two worlds."
Nick said nothing, shook his head and walked over.
Rainy night.
Rain always makes Gotham shine out of the darkness on nights like this. When you stand on the rooftop and overlook the entire city, there are wet reflections everywhere.
The rain-covered road reflected the towering buildings, as if there was another city under the city, and the people running on the ground were just dead souls floating in the air.
A dark figure fell on the roof of the building, and screamed when the cloak broke through the air, but what was even more harsh than that was the police car whizzing past, sounding its siren, like a song of distress coming from all directions.
The tracking device on the armband flickered with faint light. Batman turned his head and quickly determined the direction.
The halo of the street lamps swayed one after another, like ripples on the water when a dragonfly touches the water. A black shadow jumped continuously, only to stop when a noise came from the ear.
Batman sees a group of thugs chasing an officer in a police uniform until he is cornered and falls in front of a store.
There was a crossroads ahead, and Batman had already seen the rut marks of the military vehicle, but he still jumped down without hesitation.
First, he choked a thug from behind and threw him far to the side of the street. Then he kicked away the thug who was dragging the police officer on the ground.
Just when Batman was about to take action against the two remaining thugs, a military-painted camouflage off-road vehicle suddenly rushed out from one direction at the intersection.
Batman quickly picked up the police officer and jumped to the roof. Without any time to rest, he raised his hand towards the road below, a faint light flashed, and the Batmobile appeared on the roadside.
As soon as Batman got into the Batmobile, he heard a slightly familiar voice ringing in his ears.
"How's the situation? Batman, I found the car you specially marked in the communication channel of Sky Eye. What you heard now is the message I left a few minutes ago."
"Please pay special attention to me. During the time you were away, I conducted a test on the mysterious ingredients in your wounds. It has quite magical properties. Generally speaking, it absorbs from many sources and accumulates until it explodes."
"I think you should know what this means. If this is a premeditated disaster, any clues you find may be the bait they use to lure you into a trap."
"Now I am busy selecting materials to make a special gas mask. It can be completed in half an hour at the earliest. During this period, please do not get close to anything that may emit this poisonous gas, including the car."
"We will contact you later. Goodbye."
Batman listened to this message while driving. It was difficult for him to describe the surprise in his heart at this time, but this emotion only stayed in his heart for a moment, and he immediately pressed the communication button.
"Listen, Peter, you don't need to reply. If you need help, please contact my Robin. If you think you can do it alone, please contact me as soon as you make progress."
Batman wanted to say something else, but at this moment the camouflage off-road vehicle made a sharp turn and rushed towards an alley.
Batman stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the off-road vehicle before turning.
The violent impact caused him to lie down on the steering wheel. After making a low sound, Batman did not take a breath, but immediately opened the door and rushed towards the overturned off-road vehicle.
Sure enough, two sneaky figures were climbing out of the window of the off-road vehicle. Batman strangled his neck again, pulled him out of the window, and then punched him in the right face.
superior.
"Where's Scarecrow?" Batman asked.
The person opposite was obviously not a soldier. He whimpered, leaned against the tire of the off-road vehicle, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just when Batman stretched out his arm to grab his collar again, he keenly saw the reflection on the back of his hand, so he changed his grasp to kicking the opponent's arm.
A shiny object flew out and splashed water droplets in the puddle when it landed on the ground. Through the reflection of the street lamp on the ground, Batman saw clearly that it was a syringe.
It's indeed a trap.
With a click, Batman trampled the opponent's arm without mercy. After a scream, the man fell to the ground tremblingly, vomiting more blood from his mouth.
"You have three seconds to tell me where the scarecrow is. The speed of your speech determines how many ribs you can keep."
The tone was as cold as the cold rain. Before the other party could take a breath and spit out the blood in his mouth, a hard boot stepped on his chest, and with another click, the two ribs on the left side were completely shattered.
"He is here, he is upstairs at No. 27 Chinatown... there is an attic there... a safe house, that is his safe house..."
The moans and screams failed to keep Batman for a second longer. He bent down to pick up the syringe that was kicked out, and got back into the Batmobile.
Zi La La...
"I found the poison you asked for, but I don't have time to send it back now." Batman drove the Batmobile forward for a long distance and stopped at the door of a store.
"I'll leave it on the counter at Doug's Deli and I'll have Robin deliver it to you and he'll tow the car back."
Batman's voice paused and then said: "But he still has things he must do. If he wants to help you, please remind him and don't forget his mission."
"I will, Batman, bye."
About twenty minutes later, Peter heard movement in the corridor behind him. He turned his head and saw a man in a red uniform and a black cape walking in.
"The poison you want." A syringe was placed on the table of the experimental table, and the other party crossed his arms and said, "Welcome, new assistant, can you tell me your code name?"
"Just call me Peter Parker. I'm sure no one in the world can know where I come from."
"I like your personality." Robin tilted his head and walked forward and said, "The car is downstairs, but I don't understand what you want it for. It's just an old-fashioned means of transportation."
"You made sure it wasn't broken?"
"Don't question my ability to work."
Peter walked past Robin. Robin turned around and looked at his leaving figure with some confusion, but Peter went straight downstairs and looked at the slightly damaged car.
He didn't dwell on the appearance, but opened the car door directly and started to disassemble the car's dashboard using the tools in the tool box in his hand.
"What are you doing? Do you need help?"
"Batman said you have your mission."
"These are all boring things, can I stay and help you?"
"But I'm afraid you can't help. Come on, hold this for me." Peter handed the heavy steering wheel to Robin. Robin leaned back holding the steering wheel and said, "You know what a contradictory thing you just said.
?"
"What I mean is that you won't be able to help next time." Peter kept scanning the interior structure of the car. Suddenly he found something, dismantled it three times, and then walked back.
He walked back to the computer desk, and after typing on the keyboard a few times, a female voice appeared in their ears.
"This is the Prophet. I have withdrawn to my base. For some reasons, I will not leave here. Any news? Batman?"
"I am Peter, Ms. Prophet. Next, I need a reliable contact information for the FBI. I hope to find the person who manages the superpower department."
There was a rare moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and when Barbara's voice rang again, it was filled with usual doubts.
"Please tell me what you are trying to do, Mr. Parker, as you know it is impossible to obtain such contact details by any legal means."
"Then we can use illegal means, ma'am, or I can do it myself, but that will inevitably cause the heads of various departments of the FBI to receive harassing calls, and we don't have that much time."
"Tell me your purpose and I will put you through the call."
"Please connect the phone directly for me, and then you can monitor it. I know you have other ways to contact Batman. Whether you can accept my plan or not, I believe he can."
"The call will be connected in ten seconds, and you will be contacted by Amanda Waller. She is the head of the FBI's Crime Division, a violent and rigid woman."
Du-du-du--
"Hello, FBI Special Crimes Investigation Team, my name is Amanda Waller...wait, why is the internal phone number unknown? What are those idiots in the technology department doing?"
"Hello, Ms. Waller, obviously this is not an intercom call. This is the first time you have heard my voice. My name is Peter Parker. Unfortunately, you cannot retrieve any information about me from this name."
"But I will now provide you with extremely important clues. In the next three minutes, please listen carefully. I will not say anything in it a second time."
"Wait, you..."
"Major riots broke out in Gotham City. A terrorist codenamed Scarecrow poisoned the city. There have been more than 500 casualties in the city."
"Just now, we seized a poisoner's car, with military livery, two sane witnesses, and most importantly, it was equipped with the army's unique signaling equipment and a series of unique military vehicles.
coding."
"Ma'am, now I have two choices - I give it to the military, or I give it to you."
"Wait, Mr. Parker!" Amanda immediately grabbed the phone and said: "Believe me, the military will never be your first choice, I think we can talk!"
This chapter has been completed!