A tall man with his upper body was sitting in front of the doctor. The doctor was watching his image examination results, saying a lot of professional terms, and then giving him a checklist.
When Paul walked out of the clinic, the manager outside the door was already impatient. He said, "You don't understand medicine, why do you hear him say so much? Don't worry, since we promised you, we will treat you.
.When are you going to kill that Tompkins?"
"Tomorrow." Paul swallowed, "but I feel uncomfortable lately. You have to treat me first, otherwise I can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong."
The manager showed a more impatient expression. But he still said, "Okay, you go back to the ward and wait first, I'll go and ask."
Paul said nothing and returned to the ward with the test results. But after returning to the ward, he opened his test results and looked carefully.
He really doesn't understand the professional data above, but he can use this data to compare the data of other people he got from Tompkins. Then he found that his examination results were surprisingly similar to those people.
The same type of cancer, the same development tendency, the same deterioration rate, and even the shape of the image results are very similar. Naturally generated tumors cannot be so similar.
Paul slowly closed his eyes. The strings in his heart became tighter and tighter.
In the end, after the manager handed him a few red pills, the string completely broke.
"Okay, this is a special medicine. After taking it, your cancer will not worsen. Take it quickly and then go to work!"
The manager threw the pill to Paul.
And the moment he turned and left, a long sword penetrated his body. As the blood splattered, a tall figure gradually descended like a shadow.
Looking at the corpse slowly falling down in front of him, Paul smiled.
He didn't know what he was laughing at, but he just felt funny. He let go of his hand holding the long sword and threw the pills into his mouth.
As the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, he felt that the world in front of him began to change.
He seemed to have really become an angel of punishment. The doctors and nurses who came and went before him, all the sins were visible in front of him.
He didn't know if he was sick. He only knew that he had never been as powerful as he is today.
Today, God has recognized His righteous deeds, given him true freedom, and allowed him to punish these sinners with flames. In the end, he will ascend to heaven and become a true angel because of the death of these people.
The upper city was awakened by screams late at night.
One after another, police cars pulled sharp sirens toward a hospital in the upper city. The strong smell of blood drifted further and further along the cold wind of the cold night, making the beasts hiding in the warm cave feel unreasonable.
The cold.
When the deputy director of the police station arrived at the hospital, he saw the blood in the hospital hall and felt a very bad premonition in his heart.
He looked up and under the thick dark clouds at the top of the hospital building, a tall figure was holding a blood-stained sword, looking high above and looking down at everyone below like a descending angel.
The police raised their guns and pointed them at the figure, but Harvey reached out to stop them. He knew that someone would not sit idly.
Sure enough, a black figure jumped from the building on the other side to the roof of the hospital building. The black bat cloak flashed before people's eyes.
The Angel of Death in a red robe turned around. After seeing the cold and solemn figure, he felt ridiculous and ridiculous in his heart.
"Batman..." He called out his name and saw the burning flames on him. But, no. He thought. Batman might be guilty, but it is not the time to judge him.
"Stop." Batman said so. But Angel of Death did not stop at all, and he walked straight towards Batman.
Three meters away from him, the Angel of Death stopped. He raised the sword in his hand, stared at the burning flames on Batman, and said, "I should have avenged you, Batman. But I
Now I don’t care who this city should belong to.”
"Wayne or Vale, they are all sinners. So do you. One day I will purify you with flames--purify all these sins!"
Just as Batman's dart was about to escape, he heard a scream from downstairs. He rushed to the edge of the building and looked down. The blazing flames trapped the mother and son on the second floor.
on the balcony.
Batman didn't care much and hurriedly jumped down to save the person. The figure of the Angel of Death disappeared.
The fire burned all night.
The next morning, thick smoke aggravated the gathering of dark clouds and made the quality of the city worse. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of flames burning the body, making people almost sick.
But the judgment did not stop. The tall figure wandered in the upper city, judging every sinner he saw. The sword was covered with the blood of sin. The screams made it look like hell.
The security forces organized by the rich people were useless, and Paul was completely crazy. A mentally ill patient who was extremely excited could completely remove muscle restrictions. The burning flames in his heart also made him abandon all rules and morals, leaving only his heart.
The desire to kill.
A bloody storm is spreading uptown.
There were no picnics in the originally quiet and leisurely park, and there were no people walking slowly on the streets. Police cars and ambulances frequently visited each other, and there were figures in uniforms everywhere. Security guards holding guns looked alert and wandered in the windows.
The people are worried.
In the Gotham Police Office's office, Harvey hung up another phone call. He could not count how many good things he said today, but no one could really comfort the rabbit hiding in the snake's territory.
Yeyi walked in, looking very tired. He sighed and said, "Feiga is still dead. He was seriously burned all over and couldn't survive three hours."
"Is there any news about that lunatic?"
"No. We can't catch him. In the past, they never let the GTO go to the upper city, and they seemed to see shit when we saw us. Now we are not familiar with the terrain there, and when we search, we are reluctant to do so. Can we blame us for not being dedicated enough?"
Harvey was a little helpless, saying: "In a sense, they deserve it. If they hadn't complained to the police if they had something to do, they would always hurt people and lose their jobs, and the people below wouldn't be so trembling.
”
"But we can't let this lunatic continue to massacre like this. Although Feiga is not a good person, his youngest daughter is only three years old and is burned in her room..."
Ye Yi's fist clenched slowly, as if he had recalled some bad scenes. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath and said, "Even if he wanted to take revenge, killing so many people should be enough. We
I have to find a way to stop him.”
"It's easy to say." Harvey extinguished the cigarette in his hand, turned around and said, "That guy doesn't know what to eat to grow up, he's extremely powerful. After being shot twice, he can still be fine.
Run away like a man. Maybe it was that Bain's brother."
Hearing Bain's name, Nightwing said, "So can you let Bain deal with him?"
"Are you crazy?" Harvey looked at him in shock and said, "The Angel of Death is a lunatic. Isn't Bain? If you let him out, we will face two lunatics."
"At least Bain can communicate, we can hire him." Nightwing said. "Bain can deal with him best. If he can't deal with it, Batman can solve the mess."
"You are such a good assistant to Batman." Harvey couldn't help but say, "If he knew you had found him such a job, would your bonus be deducted?"
"I don't have a bonus, I don't even have a salary," said Nightwing. "But I'm not hurting Batman, it's his job."
"Then why not let him deal with the Angel of Death?"
In fact, Nightwing didn't know why Batman didn't deal with the Angel of Death. Logically speaking, Batman should have tracked the Angel of Death at this time and had already started fighting with him. But now he has no movement at all, as if he is investigating something else.
thing.
Harvey waved his hand and said, "Your plan is too crazy. It cannot be used before it is absolutely necessary. Let's search for it for a while."
Yeyi had to leave. As soon as he went downstairs, Batgirl greeted him and said, "Guess what I found?"
"What?"
"Do you know who the Angel of Death is?"
"……who?"
"He was named Paul. He used to live near the Church of San Marino. But it didn't matter, it was important that he was a descendant of a mysterious man."
"Mysterious man?"
"That's right." Batwoman said while walking side by side with Nightwing, "If you want to investigate Gotham's history, you can't just investigate Gotham's history. I went to check the history of London, England and found a lot of important things from it.
clue."
"In the diary of a sheriff in East London, England, a prison robbery incident was recorded - a priest wearing a red uniform, a slightly fat figure and a white beard robbed an escort team. And this escort team included
One man was charged with pretending to be a nobleman, and his name was Eimmond Wayne."
"The priest called himself Baccar. He came from the same ancient family of the British family, the Varé family. Later he became the priest of the Order Order. He found a way to save the ancestors of the Wayne family and come with him
New World."
"I guess what agreement they might have reached, like half of each person. But in the end, Bakar's records were erased, and only Eimmond Wayne was left in history."
"And this person named Paul is the descendant of Bakar, the last blood descendant of the Varé family." The Batwoman stopped and looked back at Yewing and said, "He is probably coming back this time to Wayne to come back.
The descendants of the family take revenge.”
"I can understand what you said." Ye Yi nodded and said, "He wants to avenge the Wayne family, why is the other person unlucky?"
"Uh..." Batwoman said after choking, "I found his medical records in the medical system. He is a veritable madman, I mean, a mentally ill person. So he might just be going crazy."
"Is this your conclusion?"
"I'm not speculating on why Paul killed people, I'm speculating on why Batman didn't move for so long."
“So what?”
"If Eimmond Wayne was a treacherous thief, wouldn't Batman have defended Gotham for so many years be a joke?"