Chapter 2529: Battle for the Cloak (Fifty-Nine)

Chapter 2503: The Battle for the Cape (Fifty-Nine)

When Thompson climbed out of the car, his head was already bleeding. The homeless people in the cargo box were even more seriously injured. Three of the four people rescued from the park climbed out directly and their lives were not in danger.

Thompson and Jason walked into the overturned cargo box, trying to rescue the last one, but they only found a body.

This guy was also unlucky. Thompson deliberately left some fixed goods in the truck compartment, asking them to hold the ropes tied to the goods when riding in the car, but this guy insisted on playing tricks, not sitting down or squatting, but climbing on top of the goods.

As a result, when the car overturned, he rolled several times in the washing machine without any fixed measures, and directly broke his neck.

When Jason and Thompson dragged his body out, one of the four rushed over and pushed Thompson like crazy. The woman said that the dead man was her brother, and she was going to dig Thompson's eyes with her teeth and claws.

Jason hurriedly pulled her away, but the crowd of onlookers rushed up again, surrounded the two of them, and beat them up. Because Thompson drove out in time, the bomb did not hit the homeless people in the car, and no one knew whether there were any casualties in the explosion.

Although Jason and Thompson were very strong, they could not be opponents of more than a dozen people, especially since they had just been hit hard in the car and could not even stand up. They could only lie there with their heads in their arms and be beaten.

Fortunately, the others also knew that the matter was done and it was useless to beat these people now. It would be better to quickly choose a good place for themselves and their families and pray that the bomb would not explode here.

After the crowd dispersed, Jason and Thompson slowly got up from the ground. They were obviously a little unable to walk. Thompson's leg was injured in the car, and Jason's arm was also somewhat unable to move. Peter, who was the least injured, ran over to support the two of them, but it was only enough to make them walk with difficulty.

The clown who reappeared on the TV screen announced a desperate news. The good news was that no one died in the explosion, but the bad news was that the location of the sixth bomb would not be announced.

Peter and the other three hid.

Obviously, people in the nearby neighborhood regarded them as the culprits, because if they did not save the damn homeless people, many people would have escaped before the sixth bomb exploded, but now it was obviously hopeless.

And they faced a more desperate situation. The group of people who opposed them told the story, and everyone, especially those who had not experienced the explosion and might be the target of the sixth bomb, were looking for them like crazy.

People have completely forgotten that the hideous clown who appeared on TV started a new century witch hunt. They just want these nosy people who put them in danger to pay the price in blood.

What's more terrifying is that someone has seen their faces and can describe their features, and the former neighbors know where their families are.

Jason knew they had to go back, but the consequence of going back might be that they and their families would be killed by the completely crazy mob. With such hesitation, they missed the last chance.

The sixth bomb exploded in a crowded community, and almost no one could escape. Many exiles who had just rushed over from the previous area were also killed.

The loss was so heavy that no one dared to look directly at it, and the final madness came. The clown announced that the location of all bombs would not be announced.

Of course, all this was counted on Peter and the other three, because they caused a problem in one link of the serial bombing case. No one wanted to provoke the scary clown, they just wanted to vent on the weaker ones.

In the end, a group of thugs found the group of exiles who had escaped from the community where Peter and his friends were, and threatened the residents with guns to tell them where their families were.

Peter and Jason's family did not hide deliberately at all, because they did not know that the thugs outside were looking for their husbands, so they were rushed into their homes without any defense.

The wives and children of the two men and Thompson's wife and daughter were taken to the street, and the leading thugs were ready to execute them in the square.

Peter, Jason and Thompson certainly couldn't sit idly by. They had already come to the vicinity and saw the leader of the thugs tying up their families and trying to tie them to the stake. Thompson couldn't help it first and rushed out with a roar.

But he was just an ordinary man who was slightly strong. As soon as he rushed out, he was of course held down, and the positions of Peter and Jason were exposed, so that the two of them were also caught.

The three people were pressed to the ground. The leader of the thugs wore a hood and walked back and forth in front of them, constantly holding a crowbar in his hand and laughing.

"Keep hiding." The leader of the thugs snorted and said, "You have the ability to do such a thing but you don't have the ability to admit it?!"

"What did we do?" Peter kept struggling and gritted his teeth and said, "We just want to save people, we just don't want to watch innocent people die!"

"Have you considered the consequences?!" The mob leader raised his voice and said, "Didn't you consider the rules of the game before saving people? Don't you know what the consequences of doing this will be?! All the deaths in the Luz community will be counted on you!"

Jason pursed his lips and remained silent. When he saw from the newspaper that almost everyone in the entire block was wiped out, he could no longer say anything.

Suddenly a figure rushed out from the crowd. He stared at the short and fat mob leader and said, "It's not their fault to want to save people! It's never been!"

The mob leader saw the pair of bright blue eyes. The man in front of him was still tall, but he was no longer burly, and his hair and beard were very long. His clothes were not bright, like a sloppy homeless man.

And for some reason, he was very weak. Although he spoke in a roaring tone, he was short of breath, giving people a feeling that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"What did you say?!" The leader of the mob stepped forward, looked at the man and said, "He killed so many people to save a few worthless homeless people, and you actually said they were right?!"

"I said they were right to want to save people." The man said word by word, and looked at the crowd.

At this time, the whole square was surrounded by many people, and the man's vision stayed on one of them, that was Batman, the Batman he was familiar with.

But he just stood there, not standing opposite his old enemy Joker, not standing in front of his children, not standing on the high place or in the shadows where he often stood, he stood among this group of ordinary people who were chasing the wind and shadows.

Batman saw deep disappointment in Clark's eyes.

But he didn't dare to go out, how could he go out? He knew that once he went out, Jason would remember everything.

Or Jason didn't completely forget everything at all, the nightmare was hovering over his head, once a bat rushed out of the night, the long-lost dark clouds would come again.

Batman now only wants to rescue Jason and his family silently and without revealing his true face, calm down all this, and let them return to the peaceful life in their dreams.

Instead of suddenly appearing, playing the role of Jason's savior again, and then sending him to hell again.

"They are just wrong because they don't have the ability." Clark half-knelt on the ground, looked up at the gloomy eyes of the mob leader above and said: "They didn't stick to their beliefs from beginning to end, and didn't hone their abilities for this belief for ten years."

"So that they can save a few people, but can't save most people, and can't save all people. They gave up too early and were too weak, which was their only mistake.'

"And any time they can't be indifferent to the suffering of their compatriots is not a mistake. This is the instinct that you rely on to survive today. Denying this instinct is denying humanity itself."

Clark looked back at a few people, lowered his eyes and said: "If they want to be a hero, then make all efforts for it, make themselves strong enough, do the best, not sacrifice one group of people for the safety of another group, but let everyone be saved. "

"But it's impossible, isn't it?" said the mob leader.

"No, at least they have to work hard with this belief, and I once knew someone who did it almost perfectly." Clark's eyes still stayed on Batman's face, and he said: "He knows he can't do it, he has been suffering for it, but he has never given up trying."

"Then this is a lunatic!"

"He is a lunatic." Clark said: "When you look at it from a bystander's perspective, it is true, but if one day you become him, you will understand what a great thing it is to be able to stick to this belief for decades and sharpen yourself until you break through all the impossibilities, and what a great hero he is."

"So what? These bastards have killed so many people, we must judge them so that those who should die can die."

"No one should die." Clark looked at him and said: "They will be saved, all saved. "

"This is impossible..."

Clark's eyes suddenly began to emit light, and the entire dream space began to tremble. He looked up, his eyes passed through the layers of cosmic barriers, and the hole in the sewer gushed out bright light that became bigger and bigger.

Clark in the main universe, who was guarding the bodies of Batman and Superman, looked at Superman's trembling arm with some shock. He was holding the colorful kryptonite ring in his hand.

But his soul was obviously not here now, and Superman had no way to deal with the kryptonite, but the unconscious body was shaking more and more violently.

The muscles in his arm began to swell with blood, and the hand holding the kryptonite ring exerted force, and then force...

Clark rushed over with his eyes wide open in shock, and reflected in his blue eyes was a wisp of kryptonite powder that suddenly leaked out between his fingers.

Superman in the dream world suddenly flew up, and a laser beam burned the stake to ashes. He circled in the air, picked up the tied woman and child, and put them on the roof of the building next to him.

Then he soared into the sky, his blue eyes flashing red as he scanned the surroundings, and several lasers were fired, turning the bombs buried in the city into ashes before they could be detonated.

Peter and the other two were stunned by this series of changes. It was not until everyone fled in panic and one of the figures stood there in a daze that Jason saw the familiar face.

Batman...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Batman, at the end of the hurried crowd, with a black gun aimed at Batman's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In Jason's shocked eyes, Batman fell down. Jason looked up and saw only his long-standing nightmare, the eternal dark cloud of Gotham - the Joker.