The light of the truck illuminated the dark street, drawing a standard arc shape at the corner of the street. The moment the light of the lifting pole came on, a gauze-like light flickered across the name engraved on the factory door - "ACE Chemicals"
factory".
Rapid raindrops continued to pound on the top of the carriage. In the corner of the closed compartment of the truck, two figures with their arms tied behind their backs were crouched. The bumps of the vehicle caused the light from the crack in the door to flicker on their faces again and again.
One round.
"What on earth did you feed him?" Poison Ivy looked at Peter next to her with a complicated expression, and then adjusted the posture of her tied arms to allow the blood to flow smoothly.
"You can understand it as a kind of living drug." Peter kept staring at the crack in the door where the light came through, and the illuminated eyelashes were like a sharp sword. "It will initially lurk in the human body, completely undetected, and then
Gradually affect your sanity with your own characteristics."
"So is it a living thing or a drug?"
"It's a living creature." Peter looked at Poison Ivy and said, "It's a kind of intelligent creature called a symbiote. It has intelligence and can communicate. Its main way of survival is parasitism."
Poison Ivy shuddered, and Peter continued: "The biggest characteristic of this kind of life is that it can perfectly inherit the personality traits of the previous host and silently influence the next host."
"The red bee has been in my body for a long time, so even if the other person is a heinous villain, he only needs to wait for a while before his conscience will find out."
"Do you still have a conscience?!" Poison Ivy said sadly: "You just destroyed Gotham a few dozen minutes ago. The Scarecrow is too conservative compared to you, and the Joker is not as agile as you!"
Peter blinked, and the light flashed on his eyelashes. He moved his body slightly, and then said: "Shh, we're almost at the station."
The truck slowly drove into the underground parking lot of the ACE Chemical Plant, turned in a tunnel full of warning signs, and waited until the red light on the garage door turned on, and the car slowly stopped.
The driver got out of the car, and there was no movement for a long time. After a while, the sound of the door opening came again, and getting closer and closer was an angry voice.
"...They all fell down in an instant. It was crazy. I don't know what happened. It must have been that damn Stagg! Fortunately, in order to prevent them from being invaded by the fear gas, I gave them to them early.
Wear their masks.”
"But this makes no sense at all. He couldn't have opened the door to the laboratory and completed the plan alone. What on earth did he use to make everyone in the city fall?!"
"Are you scared?" The deep voice sounded again.
"Of course I didn't." The other party obviously raised his tone and said, "But this was not in my plan at all. I gave Batman the twenty-four-hour buffer time just to delay it. This is just a pretense."
"I need time to wait for the final completion of the cloud blast device, and I also need time to defeat the most important people to Batman one by one. This is his punishment!"
"And now that Gotham is about to be destroyed, Batman must be going crazy. If everyone he cares about is dead, he won't let us live!"
"You sound like a coward who's afraid of death."
"You...well, smart Arkham Knight, tell me where you caught Batman's little friend and how did you get into the Batcave?"
"I didn't go in, they ran out on their own."
"Humph, they are indeed equally stupid." The person opposite sighed.
"If everyone else in Gotham City falls into a coma and their life or death is uncertain, Batman will not be distracted by anything. He will hunt us with all his strength. We must find a trump card to save our lives."
"Open the door, they are our last chance."
With the soft click of the lock, the door of the truck compartment was opened. Peter squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light. After the dazzling light dissipated, he saw a man wearing a linen hood.
"Scarecrow..." Poison Ivy called his name and said in a cold tone: "It's been a long time no see."
"Hahaha, Poison Ivy, why are you here again? How could your old sweetheart Batman tolerate you falling into my poisonous hands again?" The Scarecrow's tone has always been cold, and his body exudes like real straw.
The smell of decay.
The two were dragged out of the carriage by the men brought by the Scarecrow and thrown to the ground. The Scarecrow walked up to Peter and held up Peter's face with his withered hands.
"Look, another fresh flower. Seriously, doesn't that rich guy have any special hobbies? The boys he picked are quite hot. Throwing them to Penguin will make his striptease bar a lot of money.
of."
At this time, Peter had gotten rid of his youthful youth and began to truly mature. Both in appearance and body shape, he had begun to possess the charm of a mature man.
And he also has a special temperament, where the rationality of a scholar overlaps with the wildness of a beast, and when he raises his eyes to look at someone intently, there is a mysterious coldness that is hard to fathom.
The scarecrow waved his hand and Peter's head turned away, leaving a shallow bloodstain on the corner of his jaw.
The corner of Poison Ivy's mouth twitched and she said, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby. You used to lie to students a lot in college, right? Are you planning to let me watch you have sex all night?"
Although he was wearing a mask, he could clearly feel the scarecrow's expression darkening. He said calmly: "You should speak more, because soon you will never be able to speak again."
"A weak threat." Poison Ivy turned her head to the side.
Scarecrow turned to look at the man next to him known as the Arkham Knight and said, "Have you informed Batman?"
"Of course, he should have got the news by now. Have you and your men laid out the clues?"
"I can move faster than you." The Scarecrow turned to look at the solution tanks placed one after another next to the wall and said: "Batman will soon follow the ruts here, and then find that he has been tricked again.
, there is nothing here except an explosion."
"Although I really want to see his disappointed expression, in order to continue to delay time, we have to leave with the hostages as soon as possible."
"Of course." Arkham Knight nodded, and then said: "But I think you won't mind if I leave a message for the old man. Maybe he will be angry and call you."
The Scarecrow sneered and said, "It's up to you, let's go."
After saying that, he led his men to carry Poison Ivy and Peter into another car, while Arkham Knight stayed there, then walked to the wall, dipped his fingers in some unknown fluorescent solution, and
There is a line of writing written on the wall.
"I trusted you so much."
When the last stroke came down, Arkham Knight didn't take his hand away, and one scene after another flashed before his eyes.
Suddenly he heard a voice asking.
"Then why don't you tell him yourself?"
"Don't be kidding, he's Batman." Arkham Knight heard himself reply.
He shook his head vigorously, looked back at the empty underground parking lot, pressed his mask, confirmed that the filtering device for the fear gas had not failed, and turned to leave.
A dark shadow left, then a dark shadow descended. The rapid braking caused water splashing around the corner, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the empty underground parking lot.
There was nothing here. Batman turned his head and saw a line of fluorescent words in the darkness.
"I trusted you so much."
Batman walked up to the line of words and lightly touched the liquid with his finger. His finger got a little fluorescent paint, but what he didn't notice was that the little bit of red in the paint was gradually turning into fluorescent green.
It sank under his gloves and disappeared into his body.
The next second, the fire of the huge explosion became the last light in the rainy night.
The military SUV was speeding down the street. Peter, who was tied up in the back seat, and Poison Ivy looked at each other. Peter blinked at her a few times and lightly touched Poison Ivy's arm with his elbow.
Poison Ivy turned to look at him, and found Peter gesturing out the window. Poison Ivy raised an eyebrow, and Peter pursed his lips helplessly, then pointed out the window.
Wait, reach out?
"Well!!!"
The driver was choked hard by Peter, and the tiny vines instantly unlocked the door. With a bang, the door was kicked open, and Poison Ivy felt like she was almost grabbed by the arm and thrown out.
Peter then ran out of the car, really ran out of the door. He used the car door as a shield and moved forward to block the bullets fired by the men in the scarecrow's convoy behind him.
The two rushed into the building in front of them, leaving behind only a series of brake sounds and the Scarecrow's angry curses.
Because the power maintenance system was not working, the two of them had no choice but to take the stairs and rush up. They ran to more than a dozen floors in one go before stopping to catch their breath in the stairwell.
"Good boy, it's a shame that Batman asked you to be his assistant." Poison Ivy gasped and sighed: "You have offended both good and evil in just one hour, what should we do now?"
Just as Peter was about to answer, he heard Schiller's voice next to his ear: "Peter, how are you? What are you doing now?"
"Running away, doctor."
"Very good, remember to run faster."
Poison Ivy looked at Peter who was dazed with inquiring eyes. After Peter came back to his senses, he exhaled and said: "If I say that using plant toxins to anesthetize the whole city is actually just the first step of the plan, will you follow me?"
Do I fight for my life?"
"I really, really want to beat you up right now." Poison Ivy put her hands on her knees and continued to pant and said, "Or you can put down this damn shield and try."
Peter immediately raised his shield in front of him and said, "I'm not that stupid, and you can never beat me. I have seriously practiced using a shield as a weapon."
"Can you get down to business?"
"The second step is to drug Batman."
Poison Ivy coughed violently.
"And it has worked."
Poison Ivy almost choked herself to death.
"This magical race called symbionts can produce offspring by dividing themselves." Peter sat on the window sill behind him and rested and said: "You only need to separate a few factors to produce a brand new offspring, and
According to my research, direct descendants of symbionts often have strong hostility, or appetite, towards their parents."
"It can also be understood that they want to return to their true nature and become one with their parents again. The more power they consume, the stronger this desire becomes. This strong desire that humans cannot understand will subtly affect the host's sanity.
, let them start blindly hunting.”
"so what?"
"I put the symbiote into the body of Arkham Knight, and let the symbiote leave the factor of disintegration in the underground garage. If nothing else, the offspring's symbiote is now in Batman's body."
"ah?"
"So in the next period of time, Batman will pursue the symbiote's instinct to find Arkham Knight. They should fight for several rounds, and we can take a breather temporarily."