Chapter 2527: Battle for the Cloak (Fifty-Seven)

Chapter 2501: The Battle for the Cape (Fifty-Seven)

"Yes, Jason, I heard about it. I agree with you. Now is not a good time to leave the city." Peter walked around the room with the phone and said, "There will definitely be traffic jams on the road. If that madman comes with a bomb, we will all be stuck."

"I suggest you prepare a first aid kit first. Even if the bomb doesn't explode, if it causes a riot, someone may get hurt. OK, I understand."

"No." Peter's face changed slightly and he said, "After I recovered from my illness, that strange powerful strength and predictive ability It's gone. I guess it may be that the disease has allowed me to release muscle restrictions, but that is not normal after all. "

"Yeah, I was thinking too. It would be nice if that ability was still there. At least I could protect Gwen and you. Well, we are really not at the age to think about these unrealistic things. Be safe. Goodbye."

Peter put down the phone and sighed. What Jason just said reminded him of the past. It was a coincidence that Jason and he fell ill one after another. Jason lost his memory due to the disease, but he gained powerful power due to the disease, but it disappeared soon after he recovered.

But these two diseases also made them the best friends. For decades, they watched each other grow up, get married and have children, and live a stable life.

After Peter put down the phone, he was also concentrating on listening to the news on the TV in the living room. The reason why he didn't go out was that he felt a little uncomfortable and a sense of anxiety spread in his heart, but he couldn't explain why he was anxious.

The clown appeared on the screen.

At this time, he was standing on the roof of a building. The camera did not give him a close-up. It had always been like this. He was always far away from the camera, as if he was afraid that others would take pictures of his true face.

However, even from a distance, people could see his arrogant smile, so crazy, cruel, and indifferent.

He was about to announce the location of the second bomb, but he didn't know if it was an operational error. There were actually several red dots on the map he prepared.

There was another accident in this live broadcast. The clown was explaining it, but a homeless man rushed out from nowhere, knocked him down, and strangled his neck tightly.

The camera was not turned off until the clown broke free, punched him hard, and stunned him with an electric shock device.

"Did you see the homeless man just now?" Peter called Jason again and said, "I think he looks familiar. Is he from our neighborhood?"

"I seem to have met him a few times." Jason said, "My daughter seems to have been harassed by him, and I was so angry that I beat him up."

"Are you sure it's that lunatic? Are you sure you didn't recognize him wrongly?"

"Yes, he kept mumbling something that this is not real, it's just a dream, and he also told me to wake up quickly. I called the police and the mental hospital, but it was useless. He would be back soon. He is really a persistent lunatic."

"But he is also a hero." Peter lowered his head and said, "If you dare to cause trouble for the clown now, you will definitely not end well."

Then the two fell into a long silence.

"Honestly, I feel a little uncomfortable." Jason lowered his voice and said, "I don't know how to say it, but I really want to punch that clown. I even... I even want to kill him."

"I kind of want to save people." Peter looked at his family who were sorting things in the yard with worry and said, "I know this is irrational, because I can't do anything if I go. It's better to stay here to protect my family. Gwen and Annie both need me."

Then there was another silence. Jason suddenly laughed and said, "Should we say that we are worthy of being friends? Even the sympathy attacks at the same time."

"Do you think this is just simple sympathy?"

"Isn't it? But now we can only take care of ourselves, so don't think too much."

Jason hung up the phone, but his mood was not as relaxed as he described. When the homeless man rushed up to beat the clown just now, he might have been too close to the microphone worn by the clown. Jason heard him say "It should have been Batman" or something.

Jason was also inexplicably familiar with the word Batman.

He couldn't remember more, but he kept repeating this word until he saw a figure in the Joker's next live broadcast, a figure with pointed ears.

The second bomb still exploded, still killing countless people who didn't have time to escape, but this time people found that when the Joker announced the second bomb, the red dots on the map might represent the third, fourth, and fifth bombs.

The location of a bomb was announced every hour. If they knew the next one in advance, they would have at least an hour to escape. One hour is still more than enough for four kilometers. Even if there is a traffic jam, they can walk out.

The people in the red dot area held an attitude of disbelief and began to move out of the area.

The Joker appeared on the screen for the third time, and he laughed and warned everyone not to forget another rule of this game.

But before he could repeat the rule, he was knocked to the ground by a punch from a figure. The figure with pointed ears roared: "Shut up! Do you want to destroy the world?!"

"Batman, you are finally here!" A voice sounded next to him, and a homeless man with messy hair and a big beard rushed up and shouted to Batman: "Quickly subdue the Joker! Let him tell us the location of the bomb, we have to defuse it!!"

But Batman didn't care, he kept beating the Joker until he was pulled away by the homeless man.

"What are you doing?! Batman!!"

The face of Superman appeared in Batman's trance vision, but he was no longer as strong and handsome as he remembered. Although his skeleton was still tall, he became very thin and his cheeks were sunken. Except for the still bright blue eyes that showed that he was Clark Kent, he didn't look like a powerful Superman at all.

Bang!

Clark punched Batman, who was somewhat shocked as he touched his still intact cheekbone. Clark looked at him with an extremely disappointed expression and said, "Batman, what's wrong with you?! Are you crazy? We have to go and save people!!!"

"I have to save Jason first." Batman said, "This world cannot be destroyed, his family and children are here!"

"Does killing the Joker allow you to save anyone?!" Clark roared, "Ask about the bomb first!!"

"But he just wants to destroy Jason again, I can't let him succeed." Batman grabbed the Joker's collar and said, "He must have appeared for this, I couldn't stop it before, he won't do it this time."

Clark had to pull Batman away again, he looked at Batman with red eyes and said, "What are you talking about? Do you know how many people died for this?"

"It's just a dream." Batman said, "Dreams always wake up, and they always die."

Bang! Another punch, this time Clark knocked Batman to the ground. He looked at Batman with tears in his eyes and said, "You are not Batman, you are a lunatic."

"You are crazy! Why do you treat virtual reality as reality?! Why should we save people in dreams? We can't save them in the end, because dreams always wake up."

"Of course because you are a human, Batman!" Clark looked at him in disbelief and said, "When you see your compatriots in trouble, you should not be able to suppress your sympathy at all. When you see criminals committing crimes, you should not be able to restrain your sense of justice. This is the most basic human nature, isn't it?!"

"Why can you stand here indifferently and analyze rationally and calmly that this is a dream, and be indifferent to those broken limbs, the blood they shed, the wailing they make, their crying and death?!"

Batman was speechless.

Clark stepped back, shook his head and said, "Maybe they are right. Batman is a madman. You are born with antisocial personality disorder. You don't have normal emotional feedback at all."

"But I do." Clark looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I am not like you. I bleed, so I have to save those who bleed as well, because if I see them crying, I can't calm down. There is no reason to convince and comfort myself. When their helpless voices reach my ears, this is my mission that I cannot shirk."

"Even if you can't save them at all?"

"I only do it for my own conscience, and I thought you understood me."

After that, Clark turned around and left without looking back. Batman stood there for a long time, and finally threw the Joker away.

The crying began to appear in the block where Jason and Peter were. The place marked by the third bomb was not far from their block, and all those people rushed here.

Many people were too scared to bring anything with them, and some wanted to take advantage of the situation to snatch survival supplies from others. Some locals were eyeing these fat sheep. The community next door was much richer than here, so they could snatch some money, so that they would not be too embarrassed when it was their turn to run away.

After hearing a woman's scream, Jason finally couldn't help but rush out. He pushed away the gangster who tore the woman's clothes, punched him in the side of the face, and kicked him to the ground.

Just after helping the woman back to her house, Jason saw two children standing on the roadside crying. He had to run over to help them find their parents. Just as he stuffed them back into their parents' hands, the car in the campground next to him caught fire again.

Jason rushed over as fast as he could, but saw a familiar figure. Peter rushed out from another street not far away. The two met and looked at each other in silence.

"I can't help it." Jason said as he picked up the fire extinguisher and walked around the car. "When I heard the scream, my mind went blank. When I reacted, I was already on the street."

"Who isn't?"

It wasn't Peter who spoke to them, but another uncle who was much older than them. He took another fire extinguisher and sprayed it at the car and said, "I haven't been a firefighter for more than 20 years. Come on, young man, take this axe and break the car door open."

Jason took the axe, swung it to split the car door, and pulled out the driver who was almost choked to death in the car. The two women next to him hurried up and began to pour water on him.

The driver was quickly sent to the vicinity of the campsite. His arms were burned, his feet were also scalded, and more importantly, he inhaled a lot of smoke, and the whole person was a little confused.

A doctor was treating the wounded nearby, and some residents nearby were maintaining order.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! Don't fight with the patient for oxygen!! There are new wounded here, my God, you are not the driver of that car?! Hurry up, lie down quickly."

Peter quickly walked over, he helped those people transport the wounded, and Jason dealt with a few gangsters who wanted to get closer to the campsite. Everything was busy but orderly.

This feeling was a bit familiar, Jason couldn't tell, he didn't lie just now, when he heard someone screaming in pain outside the door, he couldn't think rationally at all, he just wanted to rush out to help.

And now he found that he was not the only one. As the chaos spread faster and faster, many people heard the screams while sitting at home and went out to provide help within their ability.

They really couldn't do anything. At most, they took the weapons they had at home to threaten those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rob, disinfected and bandaged the injured, sprayed medicine on those with sprained ankles, and handed a cup of hot coffee to the panicked.

They didn't think about anything. Jason discovered this. They were like worker ants in an ant colony, acting only on instinct.

Most ordinary people can't think rationally in the face of disasters, but it is this irrationality that makes them have no time to evaluate their abilities and conditions in most cases, and many people's first instinctive reaction in such situations is to save people.

It has nothing to do with ability or responsibility, but just paying for some emotions in their minds, and perhaps one day they will pay the price for it.

But by then, the smallest mayfly can also be blessed with the state of mind of the saints, saying "What I want in this life is nothing more than a clear conscience."