Chapter 2087 Knight's Night of Terror (31)

It will take some time for the sedative to take effect. The fear gas directly enters the blood circulation, causing Jason to have hallucinations in front of his eyes, and he is unable to support his body. Si. Rabbit 520 reads the latest error-free novel chapters

He saw the pair of leather shoes stepping on the cold floor, getting closer and closer to him, and the pressure even exceeded the fear brought to him by the hallucinations in front of him.

But Schiller walked past him, and with a bang, the door closed, and Jason heard the sound of the lock.

"I have convinced Batman a little more than you think." Schiller's voice sounded behind Jason, "There is no surveillance equipment here. It is you and me. It is the only place where the two of us can escape Batman's sight."

"Impossible, he just hid." Jason would never admit this. He lay on the ground and gritted his teeth and said, "If he tells you that there is no surveillance somewhere, it's just that he is confident that you can't find it."

"Whether you believe it or not, I have a way to judge whether there is surveillance here." Schiller stood in front of Jason's head. Jason raised his head to the maximum angle and couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel his gaze.

"I've already said that you're lucky that you didn't show your talent earlier." The two feet stepped forward to the operating table again.

Jason's somewhat confused thoughts could still analyze Schiller's implication. It seemed that this doctor had an unlucky childhood, but could some extraordinary talents allow him to completely escape Batman's surveillance? Jason was still skeptical.

And now he was more curious about how Schiller tricked the Joker from Batman. Batman would never hand the Joker over to anyone.

Schiller seemed to have heard his thoughts and said to himself: "Jason, you don't understand. The maximum loss and recovery can completely change a person. Batman is also a person, and he hates and loves as much as he loves."

"But he..."

Jason didn't say the rest of the words, because he didn't want to express his opinion on Batman in front of any stranger. This was the Bat Family's own business, a matter between the two of them, and there was no need to give it to others as a topic of conversation.

"But he doesn't act like he hates the Joker." Schiller said for him, making Jason really doubt whether he had the ability to read minds. "He often doesn't act like he loves you, but you know how much he loves you."

"Come on, Jason, don't think you can use this topic to distract me. I've said it before, it's time to fulfill my duty as a psychiatrist."

The man came over again, but this time he didn't grab Jason's aching neck, but directly grabbed his waist and threw him to the ground next to the operating table.

"Stand up, Jason, or do you want another sedative?"

"Give it to me, thank you."

Jason knew he didn't have time to be polite with Schiller. If they were destined to have a clash, then the current situation was too unfavorable for him, and he had to adjust his state.

Schiller stuffed two more pills into Jason's mouth. The overdose of drugs made Jason recover quickly. He used the strength of his arms to support his upper body, knelt on the ground and exhaled, then supported his knees and stood up shakily.

When he stood beside the operating table, he saw the man who was placed on the operating table by Schiller with a disgusting smile on his face. Jason was too familiar with this smile.

Schiller stood under the shadowless lamp to wipe the scalpel. The overly bright top light made his brows dark. Jason swallowed and said, "I can't do this. He is an innocent person."

"Soon he won't be."

Schiller looked up at Jason and said, "His transformation process is irreversible. He is destined to become a clown."

"But he hasn't yet."

"Do you know? Jason." Schiller suddenly changed his tone and handed him the scalpel at the same time, "Do you know why this gentleman named Henry became a clown?"

"Because the clown turned him..."

"No, because Batman eliminated the clown virus with his willpower, so the clown's alternative plan was activated, and this gentleman became the clown."

Schiller's speech became faster, and Jason's heartbeat faster.

"Do you know how happy he will be when he wakes up as the Joker? Batman created him himself. After all the evil he has done, he will be the happiest person in the world."

Jason clenched his fists.

He knew Schiller was manipulating his emotions, but it was really hard for him not to be angry. How could he not be angry?

This damn lunatic kidnapped him and tortured him for a whole year, making Batman think he had lost his child and spend more than 300 days in pain and guilt.

His lousy plans set off two disasters in Gotham, countless buildings and properties were destroyed, countless people died, and he didn't have to pay any price.

He even succeeded in getting what he wanted most - everything related to Batman.

When he wakes up, he will be ecstatic to find that it is a great harvest, Batman's pain, Batman's guilt, Batman's gaze, and even the origin created by Batman himself.

Jason closed his eyes tightly, but the cold light of the scalpel in front of him was too bright, piercing his eyelids directly, making his vision blood red.

Schiller's voice sounded again.

"You've seen too many disasters, Jason. This is something you can't forget even when you're being tortured by the Joker, being displaced and struggling to survive."

"People living at the bottom already have enough enemies, the high-ranking bigwigs, the merciless small citizens... and the misfortunes that make them unable to make up their minds to get rid of all this."

"What really makes you angry is the crazy people adding fuel to the fire. The unnecessary disasters they bring will become the last straw that breaks the camel's back."

"Again... again..." Schiller's voice went around Jason's side and sounded in his ears, "Countless times of repeating the same mistakes, but no one has ever stood up to change it all."

"And on your way to seek change, you have always encountered only resistance. They told you from a high position that criminals also have human rights, lynching is not desirable, and superheroes cannot fight violence with violence."

"But, Jason, you have to think this through."

Schiller's hand was on Jason's shoulder, and the voice came from too close to him.

"Morality is meaningful only when there are people. It is a crime to be caught in the act. Nothing is a crime when no one sees it."

Jason felt the scalpel being put into his hand. Schiller pressed the back of his hand and said, "Death is never the best retribution. You have the ability to turn it into a gift."

What made Jason sober was the coldness he felt on his neck. Another scalpel was across his neck. Schiller's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Go ahead, open your chest."

At the Gotham Police Department, Gordon, standing at the end of the corridor, looked at the Penguin who walked out of the cell with a cold face.

"Goodbye, Commissioner Gordon. By the way, I will have a serious discussion with my lawyer about the abuse of prisoners by Gotham Police Department police officers. I hope I don't see you in the dock next time."

After that, the pot-bellied Penguin took his cane from his assistant, put on his hat, and strode out of the door.

A person walked out of the shadows behind Gordon, but it was not Batman. Gordon looked back and saw Peter Parker's face.

Gordon turned his head back. He didn't want to see the expression on the young man's face. He had seen it enough on Nightwing, Jason and Robin.

The children would be disappointed. At this age, they would never understand why the bad guys would not get the punishment they deserved, and they could even be arrogant and mock the good guys.

Gordon knew that he was powerless to change all this, so all he could do was keep silent and let the members of the Bat Family blame it on their own incompetence when they asked about it.

Peter walked up and patted Gordon on the shoulder. Gordon turned to look at him and finally decided to give Batman's new assistant some preferential treatment. He said: "Many of Oswald's businesses are legal, and he can get away with it through legal means. This means that our laws have many shortcomings, but we still need such public order."

Peter nodded and said: "I will try my best to make it better."

But the Penguin who was walking in front stopped, turned back and looked at Peter and said: "I was as naive as you when I was young, kid, but one day you will understand..."

At the signal of Gordon's eyes, several police officers came over. The Penguin looked at them with fear, but finally did not continue to talk and turned away.

Gordon was also worried that Peter would do something extreme, so he stepped forward and slightly sideways to block Peter.

It was late at night, and Oswald, who had just returned to his luxurious manor, was telling his assistant to arrange the doctor's schedule tomorrow. He had to find a way to take the things out of his chest.

As soon as the assistant left, the door was knocked. The Penguin, who was taking off his coat, looked back at the door and finally said, "Come in."

It was Peter Parker who opened the door.

The Penguin's movements froze immediately. Peter stretched out his hand and shook his fingers, saying hello to the Penguin.

The Penguin's face immediately sank. He stared at Peter and said, "Did Gordon ask you to come? You know that private threats will only make him more disadvantaged in court."

"You are wrong. Batman asked me to come."

Peter walked to the sofa in the reception area and sat down. He put one hand on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked at the Penguin and said, "You can change your clothes first, and then we can talk, or just talk like this."

The Penguin was confused by him. He felt that this kid was very strange and different from the members of the Bat Family he usually met. He felt so when he was in the Bat Cave.

So the Penguin just took off his coat and threw it on the other side of the sofa, walked over in his shirt and sat down, looked at Peter and said, "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, don't tell me those big truths, what do you want to talk about?"

Peter had a puzzled expression on his face, looking at the Penguin as if he was looking at a fool. The Penguin was frightened by his gaze, but he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Sorry, but I thought we had the same code." Peter drank a sip of water and said: "Did you not understand anything I said in the Bat Cave?"

The Penguin was stunned and looked at Peter with doubtful eyes. Peter put down the water cup and said: "There were other people present at the time, so I couldn't explain it too clearly. I thought you understood it."

"You mean Wayne Group..." The Penguin said tentatively.

Peter nodded and said, "Batman should have arrived in Washington by now, and I'll stay here to help him with some things."

"I know why he suddenly found a new assistant." Penguin narrowed his eyes and said, "You do dirty work for him?"

"Are you saying you're dirty?" Peter smiled at Penguin and said, "Batman is a superhero, where is there any dirty work to do?"

Penguin leaned back and hummed twice without comment, but soon returned to a nervous and serious posture. He rubbed the rim of the water glass with his fingers and said, "Yeah, there was no dirty work to do when he was a superhero."

At this time, Penguin saw that Peter took out a stack of information from his coat pocket and pushed it along the coffee table.

The first time Penguin looked down at the information, he was deeply attracted - and then in the next half an hour, he saw a huge East Coast criminal empire in this information.

Finally, his eyes fell on the signature of the document, which didn't sound like a real name, but more like a code name.

At the end of the document, it was clearly written in slightly rough cursive English: "King Bing".