Chapter 175: The Night of the Clown Returns (Part 2)

Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think I can beat him now?"

As a tactical master, Batman is not the kind of person who is blindly confident. He saw hundreds of lunatics attracted by the smell of wine around him, and the infected lunatics were surrounding him layer by layer.

As the Dionysus factor continued to spread, the distant building began to make a restless sound. Obviously, more people were infected.

"If I say you can do it, then you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you can't pass it, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner."

"I always feel that you are hinting at something."

After saying this, Batman still threw two bat darts at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics. If he evacuated, this group of crazy monsters would rush into Gotham and cause countless tragedies. So even though he knew that evacuation was the best tactic, he couldn't leave.

Alberto laughed wildly to avoid the bat darts, pounced on him, and the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller had already entered the church. He stood at the edge of the green pool, looking at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself: "The one that fell into the Dionysus factor is not... the one that fell into the evolution factory? Or the one in the circus? Could it be..."

Then he continued with a little doubt: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought..."

At this time, a man wearing a bird-shaped mask walked out from behind the base of his Jesus statue, and said: "It's you, you have been interfering with us."

Schiller rolled his eyelids and said: "Don't disturb my thinking."

"Fight against the Court of Owls, You will pay the price. "

Schiller seemed a little impatient with him. He said, "Why, haven't you restrained yourself after what happened to your companions?"

"You mean the group of idiots you trapped? They and I..."

"I mean those who drowned."

The man on the other side choked and seemed to be disgusted by his instinctive association. He said, "How dare you mention that despicable trap!"

"That's better than your stupid and uncreative plans. Water source plan? What other stupid ideas do you have? Fire plan?"

"Stupid plan?!" The man on the other side raised his voice and said, "Look, we used fine wine to create a real immortal madman! He will become Gotham's eternal nightmare! Look outside..."

Outside the church, Batman was in a hard fight because the first batch of infected madmen had surrounded him. He was surrounded by dozens of people. His superb martial arts did not give him much advantage. He was already injured.

"It doesn't matter what you created. What matters is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you figured it out? The wine is boiling! It will spread throughout Gotham! All your efforts are in vain! This city will eventually fall into madness..."

Schiller looked at Alberto who was beating up Batman with a group of people. He sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him either."

The bird-shaped masked man opposite was still talking to himself, "This is the greatest achievement of the water source plan! Gotham's everlasting nightmare! Only As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will drag the whole city into the abyss! ! "

"... How to say it. "

"Your formula is correct, but the value is wrong. "

Then he said with a little emotion: "No one can control Batman, and no one can control his opponents, not even the Court of Owls."

"Batman? Are you talking about the stray dog ​​that is about to be beaten to death outside the door?"

"I advise you to save him now, otherwise it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? It's really old-fashioned..."

"No, Of course not. "

The man with the bird-shaped mask stared at him, and then asked: "You are still in the mood to be mysterious? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected by madness. Do you understand what a terrible situation that is?"

"That's not terrible. You don't understand. The real terrible thing is not the zombie siege..."

Schiller sighed, and seemed to have no interest in talking to the person on the other side. He disappeared in front of the man, flashed to the top of the cathedral bell tower, and then finished the half sentence he had not finished: "The real terrible thing is... the Joker's soul."

Downstairs, the situation was getting more and more unfavorable to Batman. There were too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman did not have the ability to go to heaven and earth. He was suddenly caught in such a bitter battle. It was difficult for him to gain an advantage. More importantly, this group of lunatics didn't care at all. Some methods used to interfere with the opponent could not be used. They didn't buy it at all. Even if they were hit by bat darts in important parts such as the eyes, they would still scream and rush up.

Batman had never dealt with such a fearless opponent. He suffered from inexperience.

Batman felt the blood on his forehead seeping into his eyes, making his vision blood red. His calf was hit by a brick, and there was a severe pain in his ankle, which made him half-kneel on the ground. Then, fists and weapons fell like raindrops. All kinds of chaotic sounds began to come from his head, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Batman fell down, and he kept gasping for breath.

In his blurred vision, he saw a flash of strong light on the street in front of the church. He saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and outside the forest, a strong beam of light shone in, melting those dark tree trunks.

In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. With screams coming from a distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocking countless people away, and then stopped in front of Batman.

Batman lay on the ground gasping for breath. The moment he raised his head, he saw a pale face and a weird smile on the seat of the truck. Gu Yue

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the dark tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the car lights, he saw a familiar night sky. In the flickering light and shadow, it seemed that the familiar group of bats flew by again.

He seemed to have become the helpless little Bruce again, blood dripping from his forehead and splashing on the ground, like a string of blood-red pearl necklaces.

He heard a laugh, not as loud and harsh as he had heard before, but very low and soft, as if it sounded in his heart, but it made Batman want to get up like crazy to see who it was.

Alberto turned and looked at the truck. The door of the truck was open, and the driver inside was wearing a work suit. He laughed softly, and his shoulders shrugged from time to time, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

That laughter didn't sound crazy at all, and even had a little childish innocence, just like when you were a kid and knocked over those toy soldiers with a toy truck, watching your toys fall to the ground, wantonly exuding the malice that only belongs to children.

Alberto and the other lunatics paused for only a moment, and then began to attack the strange intruder.

Unexpectedly, the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, and ran out screaming, almost running away with his head in his arms.

He ran across the street, hid beside the wall of the building, and looked out from the corner of the building, as if he was curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head and wanted to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, the truck exploded.

A violent roar rose, flames splashed, and the entire church, including the street in front of the door, instantly became a ruin.

Only a small part of the church far away from the street survived, and Schiller's figure appeared again on the spire there.

A figure limped out from across the street. Obviously, he was also affected. His head and face were covered in blood and his legs were injured, but he still ran towards the center of the explosion in ecstasy.

When he arrived, he looked around in a daze, as if he didn't find what he was looking for. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him. Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed to the right, and said, "Batman was just blown away. He's over there."

The truck driver looked at Schiller and blinked, as if he didn't understand how Schiller appeared.

Schiller ignored him and said to himself, "The person I'm looking for... let me see... oh, here, how did he fly so far?"

"That's because I made a big, big, big bomb!" A burst of snickering accompanied by a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is really powerful. You solved the problem from a physical point of view." Schiller said in a rather perfunctory tone.

The truck driver stared at him and asked him, "Are you saying I'm too rude? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to go find Batman as soon as possible. If you delay any longer, he will die."

The man seemed to have suddenly realized something and hurriedly limped in the direction Schiller pointed.

Schiller bypassed the church gate and found Alberto in a ruin opposite. He walked over, crossed his arms and said gloatingly, "The Dionysus factor only keeps you alive, but it won't stop you from feeling pain. How do you feel, Master Falcone?"

Then his tone gradually turned cold, and he said, "Or should I call you, Alberto, the claw of the Court of Owls?"

Schiller turned his head and saw the man wearing a bird-shaped mask lying on the ground, also covered in blood, and looking like he was about to die.

Schiller gloated again: "I told you that something terrible would happen, but you didn't listen. You had no means of escape, and you dared to get so close to the center of the battlefield. I don't know whether to praise you for your bravery or say you are stupid."

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield, Schiller started a ruthless mocking mode. He imitated the words of the member of the Court of Owls and said: "Look, look over there, that is the great creation of your water source plan!"

"Oh, that's not accurate. He was neither created by you, nor does he listen to you at all."

The member of the Court of Owls didn't know whether he was angry or choked when he tried to speak. He coughed violently, and his mouth and face were full of blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "If Batman had chosen you, maybe things would be different, but unfortunately, he didn't."

"Not only him, no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who had super strong recovery ability due to the Dionysus factor, quickly got rid of the dying state. He had a bad premonition.

He suddenly found that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror and found that the gray mist in his eyes overflowed. Alberto pinched his neck and said, "No, no!!!"

Schiller said to himself, "This is indeed my Easter gift to you..."

A wisp of gray mist with a faint green light floated out of Alberto's eyes, and then Schiller took a jar, caught the mist, and covered it.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blond young man lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller took the jar, walked up to the members of the Court of Owls, shook it in front of them and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysus factor."

The last scene the members of the Court of Owls saw before they died was Schiller's smile that made their backs cold.