Chapter 2092 Knight's Night of Terror (36)

"Lieutenant Williams, have you arrived at the designated location?"

The voice on the phone sounded a little anxious, and the man called Lieutenant Williams frowned. He didn't know how to explain the current situation to his superior. Si.Tu 520 reads the latest error-free novel chapters

There was no problem with the positioning, but they didn't see any equipment here. Just when Williams was about to speak, his superior lowered his voice and said to him: "Okay, David, don't worry about the damn military equipment, do you understand what I mean?"

Williams frowned deeply, and his dry skin, which is unique to American whites, was full of ravines, but every line was full of confusion.

"Do you know how Duncan got promoted? Okay, let's not talk about this. You just need to know that there will be a congressional inquiry about the Gotham disaster in two hours. The FBI and Bruce Wayne will attend, and the press conference will be held later."

"Whatever you do, shut up Bruce Wayne! David, act immediately after hanging up the phone. I want to hear good news from you within an hour!"

The phone was hung up, and Williams hadn't reacted yet. A trace of solemnity flashed between his brows. He seemed to be still struggling, but his subordinates had already come over.

"What should we do now? Boss, I think someone must have interfered with our positioning signal. Our communication technology is very poor. Otherwise, ask for support from headquarters."

Williams's brows flashed a trace of struggle, then waved his hand, motioning everyone to get in the car and said: "The mission has changed. We have to... We have to go to Wayne Manor..."

The car bumped towards the end of the road, but before turning the corner, a large truck blocked the intersection.

Instantly, everyone in the car picked up their weapons, but a stretched luxury car drove from the end of the car and drove straight to the side of the special forces car. Behind the bulletproof glass, a fat hook-nosed man smiled at them.

The military did not put all their eggs in one basket. After discovering Bruce Wayne's real intention, they urgently reinforced Gotham with a special team of 28 people.

This is not the number of people needed for the surgical knife plan to destroy the body. This team is well-equipped, with combat personnel, logistics personnel, and communication engineers, three trucks and sufficient baggage supplies, the most advanced weapons, and air support on standby at any time.

It can be said that if it were to change places, this team would be enough to occupy the city. In order to control the situation in Gotham, the military has no scruples. If the previous missile bombing was useless, they would have taken out their best air raid tactics.

The car drove forward all the way, and the soldiers sitting in the car looked solemn. They were not a group of young people. They were stationed in a military base not far from Metropolis and knew very well how dangerous Gotham was.

Suddenly, the car in the front honked its horn, and a loud bang was heard, followed by a slightly panicked shout.

The driver of the last military vehicle found that a huge tree root blocked the convoy's way as soon as he got off the car.

The engineer was about to clear the obstacle, but with a bang, a bomb with colorful smoke and streamers blew up everyone in the front row.

A figure holding a sledgehammer walked out of the smoke. Harley Quinn spit out her gum aside, touched her nose and said, "Aha, I came at the right time."

Poison Ivy stood on the roof of a building nearby and looked down, watching Harley Quinn and the crazy people of the Joker Gang fighting back and forth with the military.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Poison Ivy walked down the branches of the ancient tree, called Harley Quinn, and then used vines to tie up all the soldiers and stuffed them into the same car.

The ground troops lost contact, and the air troops who were waiting for the call certainly could not give up, but the situation in the city was too strange, so they only dared to send drones to check.

The drone came, but it failed to send back any signal, and crashed before it crossed the Gotham Bridge.

Sending more people inside would be a tactic of adding fuel to the fire, and sending fighter jets might also cause the loss of pilots. More importantly, after all this trouble, until the questioning began, the military still failed to get any useful handle on Bruce Wayne.

At this point, there is no real evidence, but the military still has a specialty, that is, making trouble and blaming others.

The lights came on, the heavy door was pushed open by the assistant, and Bruce Wayne, dressed in a suit, strode towards his position with a gloomy face.

The moment he appeared, the whole venue was quiet, and everyone instinctively realized that something was wrong with Bruce Wayne today.

The pressure brought by a person who spent half his life shaping himself just to bring fear to people is terrifying. The one who came here is not Bruce Wayne, but Batman.

The matter is too serious. One step forward will change the future of Gotham, and one step back will cause the Wayne Group to fall apart.

Finally, there is an occasion where Batman can't come up with a reasonable solution for the civilized coat he wears and the playboy image he has created for himself, and he has no ability to fool around. What else can Batman do if he doesn't go?

Batman stood still in his seat, and the eyes of the whole audience were focused on him.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne."

The female voice came through the microphone, with a sense of majesty, but when Batman looked at the congressman, she forgot the words.

A violent cough brought the congresswoman back to reality. She pretended to be relaxed and smoothed her curly blonde hair, then looked to the side at another older male congressman.

In the congressman's seat, politicians exchanged their views in silence. They saw at a glance what kind of enemy they would face, like Bruce Wayne, but no one knew what it was.

"I'm here." Wayne said this, which was impeccable, but merciful like the most tolerant priest, as if I was standing here, as a gift to everyone present.

Perhaps this is the truth. The smart ones thought that Wayne could not come, and perhaps this would make him enemies all over the world, but wasn't it the case in the past?

How can a family that has set up its headquarters in Gotham for decades, a company with the widest scope, the largest business scope, the deepest industrial excavation, and the highest level of high-tech and precision, not be considered an enemy of the world?

Sometimes I really don’t know who is Superman. They sighed at the same time, Bruce Wayne should not come, leaving a way for us mortals to survive.

Congress obviously doesn’t want to get involved in this matter, but in order to balance the military, the FBI and other forces, they still have to fulfill their duties, so the female congressman asked as usual.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm glad you're here. Next, on behalf of all members of Congress, I will discuss with you all about the major disaster that Gotham City, New Jersey, has encountered."

"All speeches during this consultation will be archived, and some will be announced to the media and the public. The United States Congress will ensure that everyone present is capable, has a position, and is fully responsible for their own remarks."

"So now, Mr. Wayne, please answer me, did you know about the disaster in Gotham in advance?"

Batman shook his head, but added: "Disasters happen every day in this city, and I'm not surprised by this."

An almost perfect explanation, even if it is later found that the Wayne Group has any advance response measures, it is not out of line. It can be completely attributed to the fact that disasters in this city are too frequent, and the Wayne Group has a good sense of security.

Then the female congressman asked a few more trivial questions, probably whether there was any contact with the murderer, whether any suspicious people were monitored, and what measures were taken after the disaster.

Of course, those so-called exchanges of interests could not be brought to the surface, but winning the approval of Congress was still an important bargaining chip, so after Bruce answered one by one, he took the initiative to speak.

"I deeply regret this disaster, but I feel even more sorry that you can sit here and ask me questions calmly and rationally."

He licked his lips gently, took a deep breath and said: "If you can blame all the faults of the disaster on the people of Gotham, then the response of various departments during and after the disaster will write the biggest joke of this free and democratic country in caring about the safety of citizens and protecting national interests."

This is too heavy, and as expected, it caused a whisper. Batman put his hands on the table, looked around and said: "First of all, I hope you can explain the military equipment held by this group of terrorists."

"The vast majority of the property losses suffered by the Wayne Group in this disaster came from military weapons. Our taxpayers provide a lot of funds to the military every year. In the end, our money became the artillery fire that fell on our heads. Are you going to say that no one can be held responsible for this?"

The venue was silent.

Wayne said that the people were suffering, and they could still argue. If Wayne said that he was suffering, and you said that we were not responsible, then if Wayne suffered property losses and had poor business in the second year, or simply sold equity because of the urgent need to make up for the losses and recover funds, the next year's financial statements would give everyone a slap in the face.

Too sharp, everyone thought so, and they also realized that Wayne must have planned it long ago. No one could react so quickly and with such a firm attitude in a sudden accident.

The military's arrogance weakened by three points. Military spending is their lifeblood. 80% of the annual tug-of-war with Congress revolves around this trivial matter. If the Wayne Group's tax revenue decreases next year, the tax bureau will definitely rush up and strangle them when they ask Congress for military spending again.

But they are still struggling to survive.

"We were just about to talk about this." A lieutenant general stood up, nodded to his left and right and said, "The military base in New Jersey was unfortunately stolen. We have discovered that relevant personnel are conducting black money transactions with unknown forces in Gotham."

"It is initially suspected that an officer who manages the army was threatened and had to sell military supplies. All equipment has specific garrison purposes and is definitely not prepared for terrorists. Records and data can be checked."

"And the forces that traded with the derelict personnel were well hidden. He failed to discover that they were terrorists. Someone must have helped them hide their identities, and we don't know who has the reason to do this?"

These words are vague, and everyone present can understand what they are hinting at. It is not a very new trick to slander the other party for self-directed and self-acted, and to keep the enemy for their own benefit. Although shameless, it is useful enough.

Hope leads to disappointment. When the missiles on the skyline rushed towards the city without any hesitation, Batman had already lost hope for everyone present.

And now, their act of turning the tables finally kicked away the last small stone blocking the boulder on the top of the mountain.

If they knew, they would feel even more terrified - what is now lingering in Batman's heart is no longer disappointment, but a sense of relief.

Destroying Gotham is no longer the best retribution for these people, and Batman has the ability to turn it into a gift.

He glanced around and was silent for a while.

Everyone was waiting for him to explain, but Batman was never good at explaining. He judged and then announced.

"Due to your joint efforts in this disaster, I no longer have any hope in your disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction capabilities, and the Wayne Group can no longer accept such losses."

"From today on, the Wayne Group will no longer provide operating funds for Blackgate Prison, Gotham Police Department Special Prison, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and other public facilities in Gotham City that can accommodate criminals, no longer provide humanitarian assistance to any legal system and trial procedures, and no longer guarantee that municipal investment can provide all the public services required by the Gotham Court."

"No matter how many terrorists there are in this city, leave them to the state court, whether it is Mulek Prison or Florence Super Prison..."

"I believe that whether it is the trial process or the detention process, they will definitely do better than Gotham."

Bang!