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.
"How dare Bruce Wayne do something absolutely impossible!" The admiral took a deep breath and said, "How did you find him? 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 recovered 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 extraordinary in order to maintain this disguise in the past, then as you saw just now, he has exposed his fangs and has no intention of pretending at all, so why do he use such a child-tempered 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 built 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 general 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 as if praying: "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, you should not argue with 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 was the dozens of people hanging on the cables of the Gotham Bridge.
Of course, this group of people sneaked in secretly, and they were not wearing military uniforms. Their identities could not be seen from their appearance, but someone couldn't help but 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, these 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?
Several people?
Now that the entire 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? Where are the paratroopers? Where are the airdropped supplies?
If you take a closer look, you will see that these people are not wearing military uniforms, 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 also paused in his steps. He felt that Nightwing's words 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 boy still has some humanitarian spirit. He didn't hang their hands directly, but wrapped them into a cocoon. That kind of material looks like
It's quite warm, and more importantly, these people shouldn't be afraid of freezing."
Robin glanced at Nightwing's expression, obviously understanding that Nightwing might have guessed what this group of people were here for, and then he smiled somewhat 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 that kid Peter Parker."
"Come on." Nightwing sat back on the chair again, holding his cheek with one hand and said, "Even we can't catch him, do you know where he is now?"
"I saw him going east before, but... forget it, there is always a time when Batman is particularly fond of newcomers."
Nightwing also laughed, and then he said as if he remembered something again: "Fortunately, your predecessor was not here when you first came here. I know Jason, he will challenge you to a duel, and then punch you twice."
A tooth.”
Robin shrugged and said, "I'm not that easy to deal with, but that guy is really strong and scary... By the way, how is he? Do you want to give him a call?"
The isolated island is like a small boat floating on the sea, desolate, lonely, and uninhabited. It was not until a motorboat dragged the waves along a beautiful trajectory from the coastline that it broke the long-standing tranquility here.
Peter Parker parked the motorboat next to the pier and stuck it firmly with spider silk to prevent the wind and waves from blowing it away.
Then he began to carry the ingredients from the trunk. Because most of the shelf-stable ingredients had been transported by speedboat before, what Peter came to deliver this time were only some seasonal vegetables that were not easy to store, and only two light boxes.
He walked into the cabin with the box in his arms, and the first thing he saw was Jason curled up on the sofa.
Schiller was sorting things in the kitchen next to him. When he saw Peter come in, he greeted him and said, "Thank you, Peter, just leave it at the door."
Schiller put down what he was busy with and walked to the door. He smiled behind Peter's back 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 nervous now."
angry."
Peter licked his lips, showed a bitter look, spread his hands and said, "I know, doctor, when he comes back, I will remember to run faster."
Then he peered inside, raised a hand and pointed at Jason gently, making a curious expression, to the effect of asking "Is he really okay?".
Schiller followed Peter's gaze and glanced back at Jason, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and looking a little dull, and answered smoothly: "He's fine, Peter. All medical students who are about to take exams are like this, their eyes are dull."
, the limbs are stiff.”
"That's just because too much complex knowledge occupies their brain capacity, making them unable to carry out daily activities well. But the effort is worth it, and they will get good results in the exam."
Peter swallowed 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 it."
You must take the exam."
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jason with sympathetic eyes, and turned around 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, rolled around, but his eyes were not on the sandwiches, but on Schiller's hand.
Schiller put down the plate and sat down opposite Jason, clasped his hands together, put his forearms on his legs, looked at Jason and said: "You should understand now, I am doing it for your own good, and now you will still
Are you scared of clowns?”
Jason remained silent and did not speak, only his Adam's apple moved slightly up and down.
He knew his answer was "no".
But he also believed that no one could give a definite answer after experiencing all this.
But now it's no longer the clown that scares him, but Schiller.
It’s hard for Jason to describe how much he regrets using sheep as a metaphor for ordinary people’s society. It’s not that this metaphor is inappropriate, but he found that when he only regarded it as a metaphor, someone was using it with actual actions.
Practice it.
Jason cuts the Joker open.
But this is only the first step.
When Schiller put the scalpel on his neck, what frightened him most was not the threat of death, but the way the clown lying on the operating table stared at him.
That look is like saying, you will always be a little lamb tied to a chair. I can do whatever I want to you at any time, and you have no power to resist, or even the heart to resist.
Jason was extremely afraid that he would really become like this.
So he took action.
The feeling of cutting up a living person is completely different from decomposing a corpse, and cutting up a clown is another different thing.
When Jason cut open the man's chest, he could feel the living limbs twitching with fear, and could clearly feel the beating of the heart and the flow of blood.
Too fresh, too warm, too cruel, too outrageous.
But when the skin around the incision suddenly tightened, Jason realized that clowns can also feel pain.
Maybe he is a madman, maybe he is willing to sacrifice everything, even his life, for his evil plan, but pain is a feeling that no one can avoid, and the same wound will bring the same pain.
It can't be said that Jason didn't learn something from the feeling at this moment, but before he had time to understand and digest it, Schiller's order came again.
Of course, the ribs were removed, two-thirds of the right lung, the pancreas and part of the small intestine were cut off.
Jason's hands were shaking, but he did as he was told.