Chapter 2058: Knight's Night of Terror (Part 2)

"Tell me what's going on now, Peter." Standing in front of the screen, Schiller pressed his headphones and said, "It sounds like you're not safe there."

Of course he knew that Peter's place was not safe, because there was no Gotham in the world that was safe, but he didn't know whether the Gotham in the Arkham Knight universe was experiencing the most dangerous 24 hours.

"I think I'm here at the right time, doctor. A super criminal named Scarecrow is spreading fear in Gotham City, causing many people to be infected. Batman is investigating this with the help of an agent named Prophet, and I plan to help him."

Schiller calmed down a little and said, "This is destined to be a long night. Are you sure you are ready?"

"Of course, doctor, I'm always prepared for this." Peter lowered his eyes and said, "The peaceful time in college and the laboratory will not always be all of my life, right?"

"I'm afraid it's true, Peter. Humans have a small boat to sleep, but don't forget that we are still traveling in the storm. If you wake up earlier than others, you will have to turn the tide one day."

"I'm planning to do this, and I'm also saving myself, otherwise the spider sense will explode my brain."

"Be safe, Peter." Schiller put a With his hands on the table, he stared at the screen and said, "If you have any questions, contact me immediately, immediately, understand?"

"I will, doctor, bye."

Schiller slowly put his hand down from the headset, and Nick, who was standing at the back of the room against the wall, hugged his arms and said, "How dangerous is the situation he is facing now?"

"It's so dangerous that only Batman can do it." Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "The Batman in this universe is already very strong, but this is also a difficult night for him."

"And Peter can only be called a rookie." Nick looked at Schiller and said, "There is no earth-shattering battle for him to fight here, thanks to you."

"So he can only fight somewhere else." Schiller turned his head back and said, "Now you come and watch, I'm going to call death, the death of two worlds."

Nick said nothing, shook his head and walked over.

Rainy night.

The rain always makes Gotham shine from the darkness on such a night. When standing on the roof and overlooking the entire city, there are wet reflections everywhere.

The rain-soaked road reflected the towering buildings, as if there was another city under the city, and the people running on the ground were just ghosts floating in the air.

A dark figure landed on the roof, and the cloak screamed when it broke through the air, but what was more piercing than that was the sirens of the police cars that whizzed past, like the songs of Chu coming from all directions.

The tracking device on the arm armor flashed a faint light, Batman tilted his head and took a look, and quickly determined the direction.

The halos of street lamps swayed one after another, like ripples on the water when a dragonfly touched the water, and a black shadow jumped continuously, stopping only when a noise came from the ear.

Batman saw a group of thugs chasing a police officer in police uniform until he was cornered and fell at the door of the store.

There was a crossroads ahead, and Batman had already seen the ruts of the military vehicle, but he still jumped down without hesitation.

First, he strangled a thug by the neck from behind and threw him far to the side of the street, and then kicked away the thug who was dragging the police officer on the ground.

Just when Batman wanted to attack the remaining two thugs, a camouflage off-road vehicle painted by the military suddenly rushed out from one direction of the intersection.

Batman quickly picked up the police officer and jumped onto the roof. Without any spare time to rest, he raised his hand towards the road below, a faint light flashed, and the Batmobile appeared on the side of the road.

As soon as Batman got into the Batmobile, he heard a slightly familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"What's the situation? Batman, I found the car you specially marked in the communication channel of Sky Eye. What you are hearing now is the message I left a few minutes ago."

"Please pay special attention. During the period when you were away, I tested the mysterious ingredients in your wound. It has quite magical properties. Generally speaking, it absorbs from many sources and accumulates continuously until it explodes."

"I think you should know what this means. If this is a premeditated disaster, all the clues you find may be baits for them to lure you into a trap."

"Now I am busy selecting materials to make a special gas mask. It can be completed in half an hour at the fastest. During this period, please do not get close to anything that may emit this poisonous gas, including that car."

"We will contact later. Goodbye."

Batman listened to this message while driving. It was difficult for him to describe the surprise in his heart at this time, but this emotion only stayed in his heart for a moment, and he immediately pressed the communication button.

"Listen, Peter, you don't need to reply. If you need help, please contact my Robin. If you think you can do it alone, please contact me as soon as you make progress." Batman wanted to say something else, but at this time the camouflage SUV made a sharp turn and rushed into an alley.

Batman stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the SUV with a bang before turning.

The violent impact made him lie on the steering wheel. After making a bass sound, Batman did not take a breath, but immediately pushed open the door and rushed towards the overturned SUV.

Sure enough, two sneaky figures were climbing out of the SUV window. Batman strangled his neck again, pulled him out of the window, and punched him on the right face.

"Where is the scarecrow?" Batman asked.

The man on the opposite side was obviously not a soldier. He whimpered, leaned on the tire of the SUV, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Just as Batman stretched out his arm to grab his collar again, he keenly saw the reflection on the back of his hand, so he changed his grabbing to kicking, and kicked the other party's arm.

A shiny object flew out, splashing water drops in the puddle when it fell to the ground. With the reflection of the street lamp on the ground, Batman saw clearly that it was a syringe.

It was indeed a trap.

With a click, Batman mercilessly stepped on the opponent's arm and broke it. After a scream, the man fell to the ground trembling, spitting out more blood.

"You have three seconds to tell me where the scarecrow is. Your speaking speed determines how many ribs you can keep."

The tone was as cold as the cold rain. Before the opponent had time to take a breath and spit out the blood foam in his mouth, the hard boots stepped on his chest. With another click, the two ribs on the left were completely shattered.

"He is, he is upstairs at No. 27 Chinatown... There is an attic there... Safe house, that is his safe house..."

The groaning and screaming did not keep Batman for a second. He bent down to pick up the syringe that was kicked out and got back on the Batmobile.

Zila Lala...

"I found the poison you wanted, but I don't have time to send it back now." Batman drove the Batmobile forward for a long distance and stopped at the door of a store.

"I'll put it on the counter at Doug's Delicatessen. I'll have Robin deliver it to you, and he'll be responsible for towing the car back."

Batman paused and said, "But he still has things he has to do. If he wants to help you, please remind him not to forget his mission."

"I will, Batman, bye."

About twenty minutes later, Peter heard a noise in the corridor behind him. He turned around and saw a man in a red uniform and a black cape walking in.

"The poison you want." A syringe was placed on the table of the laboratory bench. The other party crossed his arms and said, "Welcome, new assistant, can you tell me your code name?"

"Just call me Peter Parker. I'm sure no one in this world knows where I come from."

"I like your personality." Robin tilted his head and walked forward and said, "The car is downstairs, but I don't understand what you want this thing for. It's just an old-fashioned means of transportation."

"Are you sure it's not broken?"

"Don't question my ability to work."

Peter walked past Robin. Robin turned around and looked at his back with some doubts, but Peter went straight downstairs and looked at the slightly damaged car.

He didn't stay on the appearance for long, but opened the car door directly and began to disassemble the car's dashboard with the tools in the toolbox in his hand.

"What are you doing? Do you need help?"

"Batman said you have a mission."

"These are all boring things. Can I stay and help you?"

"But I'm afraid you can't help. Come, hold this for me." Peter handed the heavy steering wheel to Robin. Robin leaned back while holding the steering wheel and said, "Do you know how contradictory what you just said is?"

"I mean you can't help next." Peter kept scanning the structure inside the car. Suddenly he found something. He took it down in a few seconds and walked back.

He walked back to the computer desk and tapped the keyboard a few times. A female voice appeared in the ears of the two.

"This is the prophet. I have withdrawn to my base. For some reason, I will not leave here next. Any news? Batman?"

"I am Peter, Ms. Prophet. Next I need a reliable contact of the FBI. I hope to find the person who manages the superpower department."

There was a rare silence on the other end of the phone. When Barbara's voice sounded again, it was with a usual doubt.

"Please tell me what you are going to do, Mr. Parker. You know it is impossible to obtain this contact through any legal means."

"Then use illegal means, ma'am, or I can do it myself, but that will inevitably cause harassing calls to the heads of various departments of the FBI, and we don't have that much time."

"Tell me your purpose and I will help you connect the phone."

"Please connect the phone directly for me, and then you can monitor it. I know you have other ways to contact Batman. Whether you can accept my plan or not, I believe he can."

"The call will be connected in ten seconds. You will be connected to Amanda Waller, the head of the FBI's criminal division, a volatile and old-fashioned woman."

Beep-beep-beep-

"Hello, FBI Major Crimes Investigation Team, I'm Amanda Waller... Wait, why is the internal number unknown? What are those idiots in the technical department doing?"

"Hello, Ms. Waller, this is obviously not an internal call, and this is the first time you have heard my voice. My name is Peter Parker. Unfortunately, you can't retrieve any information about me from this name."

"But I will now provide you with extremely important clues. In the next three minutes, please listen carefully. Any information in it will be of great help to you. I won't say it again."

"Wait, you..."

"There has been a major riot in Gotham City. A terrorist codenamed Scarecrow has poisoned the city. More than 500 people have been killed or injured in the city."

"Just now, we seized a car of the poisoner, with military paint, two sane witnesses, and most importantly, the army's unique signal identification equipment and the unique military vehicle code."

"Madam, now I have two choices - I give it to the military, or I give it to you."

"Wait, Mr. Parker!" Amanda immediately grabbed the phone and said, "Believe me, the military will never be your first choice. I think we can talk!"