Chapter 2501 The battle for the cloak (fifty-seven)
"Yes, Jason, I heard it. My opinion is the same as yours. Now is not a good time to go out of town." Peter walked around the room holding the phone and said: "There must be traffic jams on the road. What if that lunatic takes it?"
If you run over with a bomb, we won't be able to escape."
"I suggest you prepare a first aid kit first. Even if the bomb doesn't explode, if a commotion occurs, someone may be injured. Okay, I understand."
"No." Peter's face changed slightly and then he said: "After I recovered from the illness, the strange power and precognitive ability disappeared. I guess it may be that the illness allowed me to relieve my muscle restrictions, but that is not the case after all.
normal."
"Yeah, I'm also thinking, it would be great if that ability is still there, at least I can protect Gwen and you guys, well, we are really not the age to think about such unrealistic things, please stay safe, goodbye.
"
Peter put down the phone and sighed. What Jason just said reminded him of the past. It was a coincidence that Jason and his front and rear legs were sick. Jason lost his memory due to the illness, but he gained great strength due to the illness. But in
It disappeared soon after I recovered from the disease.
But these two illnesses also made the two of them become best friends. Over the decades, they watched each other grow up, get married, have children, and live a stable life.
After Peter put down the phone, he was also listening intently to the news on the TV in the living room. The reason why he didn't go out was because he felt a little uncomfortable. There was a feeling of anxiety spreading in his heart, but he couldn't explain why he was anxious.
The clown appeared on the screen.
At this time, he was standing on the roof of a building. The camera did not give him a close-up. It had always been like this. He was always far away from the camera, as if he was afraid that others would capture his true face.
But even from a long distance, people can still see his arrogant smile, so crazy, cruel, and indifferent.
He was about to announce the location of the second bomb, but he didn't know if it was due to an operational error. There were several red dots drawn on the map he prepared.
There was another surprise in this live broadcast. The clown was explaining in a crackling voice, but a homeless man rushed out from nowhere, knocked him down and strangled his neck.
It wasn't until the clown broke free, punched him hard several times, and stunned him with an electric shock device that the camera was turned off.
"Have you seen the homeless man just now?" Peter called Jason again and said, "I think he looks familiar. Is he from our neighborhood?"
"I think I met him a few times." Jason said: "My daughter seemed to be pestered by him once, and I was so angry that I beat him up."
"Are you sure you are the madman? You admit it right?"
"Yes, he muttered every day that this is not real, this is just a dream, and told me to wake up quickly. I called the police and called the mental hospital, but it was no use. He would soon
Come back, he is really a persistent lunatic."
"But he is also a hero." Peter lowered his head and said, "If you dare to find trouble with the clown now, you will definitely not end well."
Then the two of them fell into a long silence.
"To be honest, I feel a little uncomfortable." Jason said in a low tone: "I don't know what to say, but I really want to punch that clown. I even... I even want to kill him. Got him."
"I kind of want to save people." Peter glanced at his family members who were sorting things in the yard worriedly and said, "I know this is irrational, because I won't be of any use if I go, so I might as well stay here to protect them. My family, Gwen and Annie, need me."
Then there was another moment of silence, and Jason suddenly laughed and said, "Should we say that we are indeed friends? Even the onset of sympathy happened at the same time."
"You think it's just simple compassion?"
"Isn't it? But now we only have the ability to take care of ourselves, so don't think too much."
Jason hung up the phone, but his mood was not as relaxed as he described. When the homeless man rushed up to beat the Joker, he might have been too close to the microphone worn by the Joker. Jason heard him say, "It was supposed to be Batman." "Something like that.
Jason is also inexplicably familiar with the term Batman.
He couldn't think of anything more, but he kept repeating this word, until he saw a figure in the clown's next live broadcast, a figure with pointed ears.
The second bomb still exploded, still killing countless people who had no time to escape, but this time people discovered that when the clown announced the second bomb, the red dots on the map might represent the third, fourth, and fifth bombs. .
The location of a bomb is only announced every hour. If they know the next one in advance, they will have at least an hour to escape. One hour is relatively long for four kilometers. Even if there is a traffic jam, it will be difficult to walk. Went out.
People in these areas marked with red dots had an attitude of disbelief and began to move outside the area.
The Joker appeared on the screen for the third time, laughing and warning everyone not to forget another rule of the game.
But before he could repeat this rule, he was punched to the ground by a figure. The figure with pointed ears roared: "Shut up! Do you want to destroy this world?!!"
"Batman, you're finally here!" A voice sounded nearby, and a homeless man with messy hair and a big beard rushed up and shouted to Batman: "Quickly subdue the Joker! Let him tell the location of the bomb. We have to defuse the bomb!!"
But Batman didn't care, he kept beating the clown until he was pulled away by the homeless man.
"What are you doing?! Batman!!"
What appeared in Batman's blurred vision was Superman's face, but he was no longer as strong and handsome as he remembered. Although his frame was still tall, he had become very thin, and his cheeks were sunken, except for his still bright blue eyes. This shows that he is not even remotely like a powerful Superman other than Clark Kent.
boom!
Clark punched Batman, and Batman touched his cheekbones in shock. Clark looked at him with an expression of great disappointment and said, "Batman, what's wrong with you?! Are you crazy?"
We have to rescue people quickly!!!”
"I have to save Jason first." Batman said: "This world cannot be destroyed. His family and children are here!"
"Does killing the Joker allow you to save anyone?!" Clark roared: "Ask about the bomb first!!"
"But he just wants to destroy Jason again, and I can't let him succeed." Batman grabbed the Joker's collar and said, "This must be why he showed up. I couldn't stop him before. He won't do it this time."
Got it."
Clark had to pull Batman away again. He looked at Batman with red eyes and said, "What on earth are you talking about? Do you know how many people are dying for this?"
"This is just a dream." Batman said: "Dreams always wake up, and they always die."
Bang! Another punch, this time Clark knocked Batman directly to the ground. He looked at Batman with tears in his eyes and said: "You are not Batman, you are a madman."
"You are crazy! Why should you regard virtuality as reality?! Why should we save some people in dreams? We will not be able to save them in the end, because dreams will always wake up."
"Of course because you are a human being, Batman!" Clark looked at him in disbelief and said: "When you see your compatriots suffering, you should not be able to suppress your sympathy at all. When you see criminals committing crimes, you also
You shouldn’t be able to restrain your righteous heart, this is the most basic human nature, isn’t it?!”
"Why on earth can you stand here indifferently and rationally analyze that this is a dream, but be indifferent to those broken limbs, the blood they shed, their wails, their cries and their deaths?!"
Batman was speechless.
Clark took a few steps back, shook his head and said, "Maybe they are right. Batman is a madman. You are a natural antisocial personality patient. You have no normal emotional feedback at all."
"But I do." Clark looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I'm not like you, I bleed, so I have to save those who also bleed, because if I see them crying, I can't calm down.
There is no reason to convince or comfort myself. When their helpless voices reach my ears, this is my unshirkable mission."
"Even if you can't save them at all?"
"I only do it for my own conscience, and I thought you understood me."
After speaking, Clark turned around and left without looking back. Batman stood there for a long time, and finally dropped the Joker.
Cries began to appear in the neighborhood where Jason and Peter were. The third bomb mark was not far from their neighborhood, and all those people rushed towards it.
Many people didn't bring anything with them because they were too scared. Some people wanted to take advantage of the situation and snatch survival supplies from others. There were also some locals who were eyeing this group of fat sheep. The community next door was much richer than here.
Grab a sum of money, and then you won't be too embarrassed when it's your turn to run away.
After hearing a woman's scream, Jason finally couldn't help but rushed out. He pushed away the gangster who was tearing the woman's clothes away, punched him in the side of the face, and kicked him again.
Kicked to the ground.
As soon as he helped the woman back to his house, he saw two children standing on the roadside crying. Jason had to rush over to help them find their parents. As soon as he put them back into his parents' hands, the car at the campground next to him stopped again.
on fire.
Jason rushed over as fast as he could, but saw a familiar figure. Peter rushed out from another street not far away. The two met and looked at each other in silence.
"I couldn't help it." Jason said as he picked up the fire extinguisher and walked around the car: "When I heard the scream, my mind went blank. By the time I reacted, I was already on the street."
"Who isn't?"
The person who spoke was not Peter, but another uncle who was much older than them. He took another fire extinguisher and sprayed it at the car and said: "I haven't worked as a firefighter in more than 20 years."
, Come on, young man, take this ax and break open the car door."
Jason took the ax, swung it round and opened the door, and pulled out the driver who was almost choked in the car. The two women next to him hurriedly ran up and started pouring water on him.
The driver was quickly sent to the campground. His arms were burned and his feet were burned. More importantly, he had inhaled a lot of smoke and was a little confused.
A doctor was treating the injured nearby, and some residents nearby were maintaining order.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! Don't compete with the patient for oxygen!! There is a new wounded person here, my God, you are not the driver of that car, are you?! Come on, come on, lie down."
Peter quickly walked over and helped those people transport the injured, while Jason dealt with a few gangsters who wanted to get closer to the camp. Everything was busy but orderly.
This feeling was a bit familiar. Jason couldn't place it. He wasn't lying just now. When he heard someone screaming in pain outside the door, he couldn't think rationally at all and just wanted to rush out to help.
And now he discovered that he was not the only one. As the chaos spread faster and faster, many people heard the screams while sitting at home and went out to provide help as they could.
They really couldn't do anything. The most they could do was use the weapons they had at home to threaten those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, disinfect and bandage the injured, spray the sprained feet, and give the frightened ones a cup of hot coffee.
They were not thinking about anything, Jason discovered this. They were like worker ants in an ant colony, only acting on instinct.
Most ordinary people cannot think rationally in the face of disasters, but it is this irrationality that prevents them from evaluating their own abilities and conditions in most cases. Many people's first instinct in such situations is to rescue them.
people.
It has nothing to do with ability or responsibility, it's just paying for some emotions in my mind, and maybe one day I'll pay the price for it.
But by that time, the tiniest of mayflies will be able to understand the saint's state of mind like a soul and say, "What I want in this life is to have a clear conscience."