In the thick fog, a pale ambulance turned a corner and got rid of a large group of monsters, and drove from the forest path to the highway.
The monster still did not give up the chase, and the battle continued.
The Pale Knight sat back on the co-pilot of the ambulance and was taking inventory of his harvest. He was not in a hurry to dismantle the larger equipment for the time being. He found a lot of medicines in the car, which were all very useful emergency medicines. The key was
Taking two tablets at any time can save your life.
"How's it going?" Bruce asked as he drove.
"The harvest is quite rich." said the Pale Knight, "but I still have to say that taking without telling you is stealing."
"You can pay."
"Where did I get the money?"
Bruce didn't speak, and the Pale Knight whispered: "If I have it, I will give it. I hope I can make some money before leaving the copy, and then pay it to the hospital."
"You sound like the kind of country bumpkin who is on his way to a big city to work." Bruce shook his head and said, "If you were so poor, you wouldn't have to pay for medical bills."
Do you support this view?"
Why do you always care about opinions?" Bruce seemed helpless, looking into the distance without turning his head and said: "If you don't have money and can't pay for medical bills, don't worry about this, because it's not your fault."
"I don't feel sorry for myself, I just think it would be better if I can repay it." The pale knight looked down at the medicine in his hand and said, "I do not support pharmaceutical R&D companies charging high fees, which is called encouraging new drug research.
, but in fact they know that human beings cannot do without medicines, and even if a bottle of medicine only earns one penny, there are still many people who do it."
"What did you get?" Bruce turned his head and glanced at his arms.
But the pale knight seemed to have thought of something, and moved the medicine in his arms to the other side very vigilantly and said: "You'd better not take any chances with these medicines, the part with the lowest concentration can kill you."
"Fentanyl?"
"Have you really done it?!" The Pale Knight looked at him in shock and said.
"Mistaken, accidentally swallowed." Bruce grinned and said.
The Pale Knight was silent for a long time, and could only hold back one sentence, "Drugs are not good, especially for Batman."
"I told you I'm not Batman, and I was just teasing you. Why do you think I'm taking this kind of brain-damaging drug like those poor guys?"
"Meaning you have a better choice?"
Bruce shook his head and said: "People always say that the proliferation of drugs at the bottom of society is due to the poor people's lack of willpower. Otherwise, why wouldn't the upper class, who can easily afford drugs, take drugs at such a high rate?"
"But in fact, as long as you have money, there are many ways to obtain dopamine, and this is especially true for Batman. I can spend hundreds of millions of dollars and just develop a drug-like drug-like drug but not the same."
Machines that damage the body, this is even the most boring and low-level pleasure."
The Pale Knight was thoughtful, but he still asked: "So it sounds like you have pursued something more advanced?"
"Of course, how much money do you think I have in my account now?"
"There's no point in showing off your wealth." The pale knight snorted. He was actually a little jealous because he was short of money.
It's not that he is short of money personally, but that the city he governs is always short of money. Gotham is like a bottomless pit, and money is needed everywhere. But he is not Bruce Wayne. Most of the money comes from demolishing the east wall.
There is never enough time to mend the Western Wall.
"I now have just over $60 left in my personal account."
"What?" The Pale Knight thought he heard wrongly.
"It's five dollars to be exact." Bruce smiled and said, "It's not enough for me to order a dish at the restaurant on Green Street."
"Do you have other accounts?"
"No, just this one."
"Then where did you get the money? Is it in the company's account?"
"The company has less money left in its accounts." Bruce said in a leisurely tone: "If nothing else, it should be difficult to even buy a storefront now."
"Are you bankrupt?" The pale knight looked at him with a little sympathy.
"I can barely hold on now, but if that damn redhead continues to punch me hard, I don't know how long I can hold on." Bruce shrugged.
"But you don't look worried at all."
"Of course, because my property is not in the bank card." Bruce smiled and looked at the Pale Knight and said, "I transformed the entire Gotham."
"What?" The pale knight thought there was something wrong with his ears again.
"Maybe after the game is over, you can go and see for yourself." Bruce tilted his head towards him and said, "Then you will understand what I mean."
The Pale Knight stared at him for a while. He looked like he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but in the end he didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
He is a proud man, and he also has the capital that makes him proud. This capital can even make him feel confident in front of any Batman.
But Bruce is very special. He said that he is not Batman, he is not even like a superhero, and he is even more like a villain than he was before he was cured.
The Pale Knight should regard what he said as crazy, but he also heard some other meanings in this madness, like when the leaves that are difficult to catch in a gust of wind pass by his eyes, the leaves are naturally constructed with amazing shapes.
The context makes people realize that he means what he says and is not just daydreaming.
The Pale Knight felt that he should think about it carefully.
The car kept driving and soon got rid of all the monsters.
Those monsters that can only rely on oxygen in their lungs for respiration cannot support running at high speed. When they are in the village, the road conditions are not good, and the car can only drive sixty or seventy miles. The turns are narrow and there are many forks.
Give them a chance to chase.
But after getting on the highway, the speed of the car was close to 150 miles. This speed was like a gust of wind blowing past any carbon-based creature, and it was impossible to catch up.
This is because Bruce did not drive to the highest speed for safety reasons. At the same time, the type of car and the physical fitness of the Pale Knight limited his performance, otherwise it would not be a problem to hit 180.
The road was pitch black at night, and all the lights ahead were illuminated. Even if it was not marked as the highest speed, the howling wind outside the window still made the pale knight feel frightened. Even when facing those half-human, half-fish monsters,
He didn't even feel this way.
The world is so crazy that Batman kidnapped the Joker.
At this speed, Xigeltek, which was not particularly far away, gradually appeared in the field of vision.
It is not a very prosperous big city. It is far from Gotham. It is about the same size as Blüdhaven. It can be considered a modern small city. And judging from the takeoff and landing of planes, it can barely be regarded as the traffic in this area.
hub.
"You want to enter the city?" asked the Pale Knight.
Check out the correct version one by one!
"What else?" Bruce slowly stopped the car. There was a bridge in front of them. After crossing the bridge, they entered the city, but he obviously did not intend to drive the ambulance over, because the serial number of this official vehicle was
It's too easy to detect.
"You wait in the car for a while and take the things you want to bring with you. I'll find another car."
The pale knight's lips moved, but he still didn't speak. He was not a very old-fashioned person. Stealing a car was a crime, but it was not considered a serious crime. Even in most states, as long as you
Unless he used the stolen car to commit other crimes or deliberately damaged the vehicle, he would not be punished at all.
After a while, Bruce came back with an excited face. He said: "We are lucky. This is a villa area for rich people. I saw a Dodge Ram. Let's go there now."
The Pale Knight raised his eyebrows. He was indeed a little surprised. They were lucky. They were going to steal a car anyway, so why not steal a good one? Dodge's cars all performed well, especially the engine, which had great acceleration performance.
The Dodge Ram is a pickup truck. It weighs almost 3 tons, has a large displacement, and has high torque. However, the one Bruce got is a modified version and looks more like a violent beast.
Bruce patted the car door with great satisfaction. The Pale Knight put the things that had been removed from the ambulance into the car at the back. After fixing them, he sat in the passenger seat.
The interior space is large and the seat cushions are comfortable, which is different from that terrible ambulance. The pale knight let out a sigh of satisfaction and said: "I used to be a pickup truck enthusiast, and I will get one when I go back."
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"If you like big guys, maybe you can also consider a truck." Bruce said while short-circuiting the car with a skillful technique: "That thing is so powerful to drive. No one dares to mess with you on the road."
"Have you ever driven a truck?"
"Of course, I drive very well." Bruce said very proudly: "I also held the record for Gotham's highest trucking overload volume for a while, but it was a pity that it was surpassed within a week."
"...What record?"
"Uh, nothing, I mean legal shipping volume."
The car is extremely smooth after starting. For such a big car and such a powerful engine, you can't hear much sound when driving. It also accelerates wildly, but you don't feel a strong pushing feeling. In short, it is very comfortable.
.
"Where should we go now?" Pale Knight said, "I think maybe we can go see the Siltec Medical Insurance Building first..."
"You are indeed a country bumpkin." Bruce said unceremoniously: "We have already entered the city. There is electricity and Internet here. What can't be found on the Internet?"
"Then let's go online first?"
“Where can I go online?”
"Well, there should be Internet cafes or something." The Pale Knight is actually not sure. Electronic products such as computers are not very expensive in the United States, home computers are more common, and there are not many Internet cafes. There may not be one in a city.
"Even if there is an Internet cafe, do you have money?"
This really confused the Pale Knight. Their initial props were various, but no one brought money. If Greedy was still alive, he should have been able to withdraw money from the bank, but he died too early.
"Then what are you going to do?" the Pale Knight asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the car had stopped, Bruce got out of the car, and the Pale Knight had no choice but to get out of the car.
The car was parked in a very secluded place, and the Pale Knight thought that Bruce might be afraid that the car would be recovered. After all, such good cars are rare, and it would be too difficult to find another one.
The two crossed the street, and Bruce quickly stopped. The Pale Knight looked up and saw Bruce standing in front of a bank.
The Pale Knight had a bad feeling.
"Don't be stunned." Bruce shook his head in the direction of the bank and said, "Go this way, enter through the side door."
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you think?"
Bruce grabbed the rifle from the Pale Knight's hand, kicked open the side door of the bank, pointed the gun into the sky and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
"Good evening Shigeltek! Everyone squat with their hands on their heads! Rob the bank!"