Chapter 2094: Knight's Night of Terror (38)

Chapter 2068 Knight's Horror Night (Thirty-Eight)

Bang!

The cup was thrown to the ground and shattered into a pile of desolate fragments. An elderly general put his hands on the armrests and looked at the fragments on the ground with a cold expression.

"Bruce Wayne actually dared to do such a thing!" The admiral took a deep breath and said, "How did you find the person? How did you get caught by a bunch of half-grown boys?"

"Not only..." The lieutenant general next to him paused for a while and then changed his words. He said, "It must be the work of those lunatics."

The admiral's face was serious. After the initial anger, he quickly regained his sanity and speculated in a deep voice: "Bruce Wayne is indeed always called a playboy by the media, but we all know he is not."

"If he had to do something extraordinary to maintain this disguise in the past, then you saw it just now. He has already shown his fangs and has no intention of pretending at all. Why would he do such a childish way of venting his anger?"

"Disclosing that we secretly sent people into Gotham and approached Wayne Manor will indeed cause a public opinion storm." The young general said.

But the old admiral snorted coldly, touched his white hair, and said: "You know, it is never the people who can decide these things. Doing this will only embarrass the military and have no other effect."

"But when they can already threaten our actual interests, he doesn't need to do this. Instead, it will completely block the way for future negotiations..."

"Then what do you think..."

"I'm afraid someone wants to help him block the way for negotiations." A cold light flashed across the admiral's eyes, and he said: "Either the crazy people in Gotham can't wait to leave the city. As long as Wayne completely loses the possibility of negotiating with us, it will be sooner or later that Gotham Prison will be closed, and so will their freedom. The prison created by those idiots can't hold these super criminals."

"Or..." The tone of the old admiral became lower and lower, and the fingertips pressing on the table even trembled a little, he said.

"Those people are fed up with the greedy FBI. They plan to throw the old chessboard into the trash and find a new one."

The young subordinate showed a curious look, and the old admiral explained to himself: "They want to make Gotham into a new chessboard and choose a new guardian, and this person is Bruce Wayne."

"Whether it is the shareholders of the Wayne Group or the group of people who need to exchange interests, they must prefer Bruce Wayne, because so far, his actions have shown that he is a businessman who will be purer and more indulgent than the FBI."

Knocking his knuckles on the table, the old admiral Will sighed and said, "They don't want to hide anymore. They want everything to be taken for granted. The biggest problem they encountered was that those who dared to do it were incapable, and those who were capable didn't dare to do it."

"Now, Bruce Wayne has arrived." The old man closed his eyes and sighed as if praying, "Since he has raised his hand, someone will help him put his hand on the Bible."

In the Batcave, Robin and Nightwing looked at the surveillance footage of the Gotham Bridge in silence. The footage sent back by the drone showed not only a large number of Gotham reporters rushing there, but also a convoy of reporters from other places who were not afraid of death.

"What did Batman say?" Robin turned around and asked.

Nightwing sighed deeply, sat on the chair next to him, turned the chair around, and then said: "He said that he instructed Peter Parker to do it, but I always feel that what this sentence means is that no matter what Peter does, you should not bother with him."

"I think you are right, but this is too much." Robin looked at the surveillance screen again. What was more eye-catching than the group of reporters was that there were dozens of people hanging on the cables of the Gotham Bridge.

Of course, this group of people sneaked in secretly. They were not wearing military uniforms, and their identities could not be seen from the outside, but someone used colorful spider silk to stick a line of big words on it: "They are soldiers."

This sentence is a bit incoherent, but the reporter can smell the taste of big news from these few short words.

First of all, this group of people are soldiers, which means they are military personnel. Then the question is, since the military knows that a major disaster is happening in Gotham and has the ability to send people in, why did they send so few people?

Now the whole city is shrouded in the shadow of terrorist attacks. You can't say that the whole army is going to rescue the disaster. Where are the helicopters? Where are the paratroopers? Where are the airdrops?

Looking more carefully, this group of people are not wearing military uniforms. From their temperament and dress, they don't look like ordinary soldiers, but a bit like special forces. If you say they sneaked in secretly to capture terrorists, then why are they hung on the bridge?

Anyway, either the military disregards the lives of citizens, or they suffered a big loss from the terrorists. No matter how it is written, it can make enough gimmicks.

It's not the fault of these reporters. They rushed to the front line of the news not long after waking up. This report is tear-jerking enough. Isn't it easy to win this year's Pulitzer Prize?

"Let's go and put them down." Robin sighed and said, "It's not good to keep them hanging like this. It's quite cold outside."

Nightwing was about to get up, but hesitated. Finally, he stopped Robin and said, "I think we should observe the development of the situation. After all, Batman didn't ask me to put them down just now. What if this is Batman's plan?"

Robin's footsteps also paused. He felt that what Nightwing said made sense. Since Batman didn't express his opinion, what if they went there on their own and ruined Batman's plan?

Nightwing folded his arms and looked up at the largest screen, and said: "That kid still has some humanitarian spirit. He didn't just hang their hands, but wrapped them into cocoons. That material looks quite warm. More importantly, these people should not be afraid of the cold."

Robin glanced at Nightwing's expression, obviously understanding that Nightwing probably guessed what these people were here for, then he smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "If they really came for the Bat Family, then they came at the right time. I still want to see their expressions when they face Peter Parker."

"Forget it." Nightwing sat back on the chair again, supporting his cheek with one hand and said: "Even we can't catch him, you know Do you know where he is now?"

"I saw him go east before, but... never mind, Batman always favors newcomers for a while."

Nightwing also laughed, and then he said as if he remembered something again: "Fortunately, your predecessor was not here when you first came. I know Jason, he would challenge you to a duel and knock out two of your teeth with one punch."

Robin shrugged and said: "I'm not that easy to deal with, but that guy is really strong... By the way, how is he? Do you want to call him?"

The lonely island is like a small boat floating on the sea, desolate and lonely, uninhabited, until a motorboat dragged the waves from the coastline and crossed a beautiful trajectory, breaking the long-standing tranquility here.

Peter Parker parked the motorboat next to the dock and glued it firmly with spider silk to prevent it from being blown away by the wind and waves.

Then he started to move the ingredients from the trunk, because most of the long-lasting ingredients had been transported by speedboat, so Peter only brought some seasonal vegetables that were not easy to store this time, only two light boxes.

He walked into the cabin with the box in his arms, and saw Jason curled up on the sofa at first sight.

Schiller was tidying up things in the kitchen next to him. When he saw Peter coming in, he greeted him and said, "Thank you, Peter, just put it at the door."

Schiller put down what he was doing, walked to the door, smiled behind Peter and said, "I've seen it on the news. You did a good job, but I have to remind you, Peter, Batman must be very angry now."

Peter licked his lips, showed a bitter face, spread his hands and said, "I know, doctor, I will remember to run faster when he comes back."

Then he poked his head inside, raised one hand and gently pointed at Jason, made a curious expression, and asked, "Is he really okay?".

Schiller followed Peter's gaze and looked back at Jason, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs folded and looked a little dazed. He answered fluently: "He's fine, Peter. Medical students who are about to take exams are like this, with dull eyes and stiff limbs."

"That's just because too much complex knowledge occupies their brain capacity, so they can't do daily activities well, but such efforts are worth it, and they will get a good score in the exam."

Peter swallowed his saliva and looked at Schiller from above his eyes. Schiller reached out and patted his arm and said, "Don't worry, surgery is not a compulsory subject for you. You can take it as a hobby, but no one requires you to take the exam."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jason with sympathy, and turned and left as quickly as possible.

After closing the door, Schiller carried the two boxes that Peter had just brought in to the kitchen, picked some fresh vegetables from them, and started the toaster.

Not long after, a plate of sandwiches was brought to Jason. Jason's eyes, which were a little cloudy due to fatigue, turned a little, but his eyes did not focus on the sandwich, but on Schiller's hand.

After putting the plate down, Schiller sat down opposite Jason, clasped his hands together, supported his forearms on his legs, looked at Jason and said: "Now you should understand, I am doing this for your own good, are you still afraid of clowns now?"

Jason was silent and did not speak, only his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly.

He knew his answer was "no".

But he also believed that no one could give a positive answer after experiencing all this.

It's just that now it's no longer the clown that scares him, but Schiller.

It's hard for Jason to describe how much he regrets using a flock of sheep to compare the society of ordinary people. It's not that this metaphor is inappropriate, but he found that when he only regarded this as a metaphor, someone was practicing it with actual actions.

Jason cut the clown open.

But this is just the first step.

When Schiller's scalpel was on his neck, what frightened him most was not the threat of death, but the look in the eyes of the clown lying on the operating table.

That look was like saying, you will always be a lamb tied to a chair, I can do whatever I want to you at any time, you have no power to resist, and you can't even have the heart to resist.

Jason was extremely afraid that he would really become like this.

So he did it.

The feeling of cutting a living person is completely different from decomposing a corpse, and cutting a clown is another difference.

When Jason cut open the man's chest, he could feel the living limbs twitching with fear, and could clearly feel the heart beating and the blood flowing.

Too fresh, too warm, too cruel, too outrageous.

But at the moment when the skin around the incision suddenly tightened, Jason realized that the clown would also feel pain.

Maybe he is a madman, maybe he is willing to give everything for his evil big plan, even his life, but pain is a feeling that no one can escape, and the same wound will bring the same pain.

It cannot be said that Jason did not learn something from this moment, but before he had time to experience and digest it, Schiller's order came again.

Of course, the ribs were removed, two-thirds of the right lung was cut off, as well as the pancreas and part of the small intestine.

Jason's hands were shaking, but he did it.