At dusk, the Gotham Bridge was spitting out iron-gray fog. Due to the chaos in the upper and lower cities, there was not much traffic. Schiller's car quickly crossed the bridge and turned toward the Wayne Building.
When he ran over the speed bump at the door, the dense windows of Wayne Building were gradually lit up. The wiper wiper wiped off the mist on the windshield, and Schiller slowly drove into the front yard door.
He knew that it was impossible for the Frozen Man to trap Batman for too long, and Batman should be standing at the top of the building now. This is not a bat's habit, but he has nowhere to go now.
Schiller called him.
"I have something to talk to you, and I promise it's very important... Yes, after I exploded your house."
"Two minutes."
In the office of Wayne Building, Batman was buried in a lot of information. His investigation progress was slower than Schiller, but it was not much worse.
"Jason..."
"Is this what you said very important?"
"So your missing adopted son is not important to you. It seems that I am so passionate about myself." Schiller said with a smile.
"One and a half."
"You are very good at saving money, too." Schiller didn't care about his attitude at all. He was even trying to avoid angering a trapped beast and comfort him as much as possible.
"Jason gave you a little gift." Schiller used a statement, "He said that the thing was a little wrong and needed to be repaired by the factory. I can help you send him back."
Batman looked at him with a look of mental illness.
"Listen, I don't want to participate in your boring father-son games at all. But you'd better show me that thing..." Schiller was already persuading with the greatest patience.
"No." Batman still refused.
"Do you remember what the last time you refused me?"
"I remember more clearly what the consequences caused by not rejecting you last time." Batman looked at Schiller and said, "Don't think you painted a clown's smile on the bomb, I don't know who did it."
"Of course you know, the Angel of Death."
Batman stopped talking.
Schiller didn't plan to talk nonsense to him anymore and turned around and left the office. If Batman understood Schiller enough, he would understand that when an engine began to gradually become quiet, it would prove that it was about to break.
When Schiller's car ran over the water in the lower city road, the clown Maria suddenly burst into laughter from the car radio.
The fire hydrant on the roadside suddenly exploded, and the clown's smiling face pattern made of green gas rose into the air. Schiller was not surprised for half a second. He blew the steering wheel and stopped smoothly on the side, splashing Marley who jumped from the second floor
Ya is full of water.
"I happened to have something to look for you." Schiller walked out of the car and looked at Maria and said, "You'd better be as useful as you said, clown."
For some reason, Maria felt a chill, which even made her laughter frozen for a moment.
“I need a grand enough family therapy.”
"Who is healing? Batman?"
"Healing myself." Schiller walked to the other side of the car, opened the trunk and said, "Healing my wounded heart that was forced to be a detective and was isolated and bullied by you lunatics."
"And you." Schiller suddenly turned to look at Maria, the clown, and said, "You have to listen to the doctor, otherwise I will call the next patient in."
The clouds swelled over Gotham City, and the asphalt ground washed by the rain was shiny. The sword of flame suddenly burst out with dark golden light, illuminating the splashing blood on the neck of the dead like flowing lava.
The tall figure stood in front of the three corpses, and the long sword of flame in his hand flashed with a different metallic color than before, as if he had accumulated a deeper anger in his heart.
The muscles under the angel of Death's cloak were slightly convulsed due to excessive tension, and breathing heavily between the gaps of the mask. When he pressed the wound on his left arm, blood oozed out from the fingers of the black gloves.
The cloaked woman appeared at the end of the alley, and the wind blew up her heel, and the metal heels of the crocodile leather boots were glowing with a beautiful sheen of high-end customization.
When she spoke, her voice was deliberately lowered and her husky and nervous trembled: "Don't be nervous..."
Before he finished speaking, the flaming sword was buzzing. The Angel of Death suddenly raised his hand, and the sound of the sword blade splitting like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. The sprayed flame instantly ignited the other party's marten-lined cloak.
The woman took a few steps back in a hurry, but the flames became stronger and stronger. She had to roll into the rain and concrete pit.
"Look at how embarrassed you are." The angel of death rolling sneered in the throat of the rain with the sound of raindrops, and the sparks splashed with the long sword of flames illuminated the golden thread on the cuffs of Odine's uniform.
"I'm here to help you." The woman's voice was a little dumb. "They knew you would walk the sewer entrance of Rhododendron Street and set up traps there, so you'd better change the road."
The Angel of Death stared at her quietly. The woman didn't seem to expect that he would be the reaction, and sighed softly and said, "You may already know your life experience, but you don't know your true mission yet. I will help you
of."
"What is my true mission? I died tragically after giving everything to you?"
"No, you will welcome the coming of the Lord. Only you have such power. This is the glory given to you by God."
The Angel of Death left without looking back.
The woman cursed, took out her cell phone and said, "What are the people in the confidentiality department doing for food?! It is very likely that Paul already knows something..."
"What do you think? Now without Batman, we can only choose him! This guy is so crazy... Yes, we hope he is crazy, but not so crazy, he should become like a walking zombie
Generally, not still so powerful!”
"It must be that damn priest! That cunning devil, he gave Paul a powerful force that was not his, and he was so generous." There was a hint of jealousy in the woman's tone.
Not knowing what the other side said, the woman gradually calmed down and said, "Okay, I'll try again."
The painted glass of the Church of San Marino refracted the sunlight into a gorgeous spot of light, and Brad's movement of wiping the cross suddenly paused. When the door creaked open, he smelled more than just the smell of blood.
Brad stood under the cross and looked helplessly at the Angel of Death coming in.
"The new weapon is very useful." Angel of Death took the initiative to speak, "The fire that was spit out gave me the ability to fight long-rangely. Thank you."
"If you want to thank Batman, thank you. The materials on his chariot are the best." Brad shook his head and said, "But I still want to dissuade you and don't continue."
"You know it's impossible. Do you think Batman is dead?"
"Of course not. He wouldn't die so easily."
The atmosphere between the two fell silent. Then Brad took out a medical bag and bandaged the Angel of Death. The smell of blood from Paul seemed to make the devil feel uncomfortable.
"A woman came to me." The Angel of Death suddenly spoke, "She said I have a special mission. What do you think?"
Brad's heart suddenly jumped. When he looked at the Angel of Death again, he found that there was a sarcasm in his eyes.
"Well, it's time to tell you the truth, so that you won't be deceived by those people." Brad acted as less guilty as possible. He told the Angel of Death about Eimmond's contract and the Order Order
conspiracy.
"So they want to use me to summon the evil god?"
"That's right. This is why I don't agree with you having too much contact with them. If it's soft and useless, they may take some tough measures and you may not be able to deal with it."
"Are you worried about me?" Angel of Death sneered and said, "Don't be so hypocritical. Your laissez-faire is also one of the culprits for me to get to where I am today."
"I admit, I don't want you to be too rich, otherwise you will run to the upper city. This will make it easier for them to catch you. But I also hope you can live a stable life, after all, I'm watching you grow up
of."
"The devil full of lies." The Angel of Death commented.
Brad wasn't bothered by this either. He tied a knot on the bandage and said, "What do you want to do is your business, I have the task I want to complete. Now things are getting more and more urgent, and you must not be that
The crowd caught it. If you encounter any dilemma that you cannot solve, wipe your blood on the sword and I will help you."
"Why didn't you kill me directly?"
"I said I am..."
"Tell the truth."
"The blood in your body is some kind of beacon, and if you die, your Lord may feel it. I don't want to offend him very much."
The Angel of Death stood up and said, "Then help me live as much as possible."
After the Angel of Death left, Brad stayed here for a long time. But soon he regretted his soft heart. Because less than half an hour later, Paul summoned him.
When Brad arrived, the scene was not very critical, but Paul was blocked in the alley of Rhododendron Street. The opposite was full of police cars and police officers wearing riot equipment. This was obviously a premeditated roundup.
Brad did not show up, but tried to use magic to knock down several key figures and help the Angel of Death escape.
But less than 20 minutes after he returned to the church, he smelled the bloody smell of the Angel of Death again. He had to track the bloody smell to the lower city again. This time the Angel of Death encountered Nightwing.
This guy is not that easy to deal with, like a hyena following the injured prey. Brad tried to break his motorcycle with magic, and successfully hit several members of the team behind him. Angel of Death.
Break through the chaos.
Then it was Oddine's roundup. Although these guys did not have heavy equipment and weapons, the small bomb they threw out seemed to be able to quickly fall into weakness. The Angel of Death was almost taken away by them.
Brad's heart was completely dead. He didn't dare to leave the Angel of Death again, staring at him all the time, for fear that the QTE from any place would be in vain if he didn't make it.
Brad is not a very hardworking demon. Years of leisurely life have made him unable to bear such a busy life. He just wants to go home for a cup of tea. But the Angel of Death is still attacking the upper city without knowing his life and death, without any
The meaning of stopping.
Brad was almost exhausted by him.
In order to reduce his workload, he gave up his previous style of fine operation and became a little careless. On several occasions, he even showed his true identity directly, just to scare away those ignorant guys.
It was already because the police had pursued the very chaotic upper city area, but now it was completely messed up. It was said that the Angel of Death was the incarnation of the demon. The rich people who still survived came up with various ways to avoid the demons coming to visit.
In a house in the villa area not far from Rhododendron Street, the anxiety atmosphere almost turned into reality. A middle-aged man with a tall figure stood by the window with his cell phone, but his tone was not as proud as his temperament.
"Yes, thank you so much, Mr. Schiller. The Angel of Death has appeared near my house. We desperately need an exorcism. It would be great if we could come today."
Half an hour later, Schiller, wearing a windbreaker, gloves and carrying a tool box, appeared outside the villa door.
"Wu An, sir. Relax, I am professional. You will be able to get rid of the devil's troubles soon."