Chapter 3240: The Shadow of Faraines (XI)

Chapter 3214 The Shadow of Faraines (XI)

The Pale Knight climbed over the courtyard wall and climbed in through the glass smashed by Bruce. He picked up the lamp and shot the dying Deep One.

The woman who was lying next to the fireplace screamed. The Pale Knight made a gesture to her to keep quiet. He picked up the blood-stained gun on the ground and found that it was a Springfield rifle.

It looked like a discarded product during the war. It was poorly maintained, but it was much more powerful than the old hunting rifles commonly seen in the village. The most important thing was that the scope was intact, which was very rare.

Most of the hunting rifles in the village were old guns left by the previous generation. The models sold in the store were also relatively old. The key point was that they did not come with sniper scopes, which seriously limited the accuracy of shooting.

Although the Springfield was also a firearm from the Second World War, this complete scope allowed it to have an effective and accurate shooting distance of 700~800 meters, which was completely sufficient in such a small village.

"Save me, save me!" The woman wailed. Her calf was hit by the trident, and her leg bone was completely shattered. Now she couldn't move at all.

The pale knight sighed and looked at the male corpse on her left. The trident passed through his chest, so he must be dead. The one next to him was still breathing, but there was a long cut on his stomach, and his intestines were flowing out. Under the current conditions, there was no condition for rescue, and he was also dead.

At present, the only one who seemed to be able to be saved was the woman next to the fireplace. The pale knight held the gun in one hand and lifted the woman's waist with the other hand, and moved her to the second floor with some effort.

"Do you have anyone else? If there is, maybe I can..."

As soon as he said this, he heard a shrill whistle from the street, coming from far away and very fast.

He rushed to the window with a gun and saw a black car rushing into the street at a very fast speed, making a drift turn, and stopping in front of the door with an emergency brake.

Through the windshield, the pale knight saw Bruce's smiling face.

He looked back at the woman, knowing that now was not the time to hesitate, he jumped down from the second floor with a gun in hand, rolled over and rushed out the door, opened the passenger door and sat in.

There were roars and screams behind him.

The pale knight glanced at the rearview mirror, where the eyes of the monsters were densely reflected, and some of the behemoths had amazing malice in their eyes.

He was about to ask, but Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the pale knight was slapped on the backrest and cried out in pain.

"Ugh!"

In a trance, he felt something thrown on him, and he looked down and saw a pack of blood-stained cigarettes.

"Want one?" Bruce asked in a relaxed tone.

The pale knight stared at him.

"Relax, man." Bruce held a cigarette in one hand, turned the steering wheel with the base of his wrist, glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Learn to enjoy the convenience brought by the Industrial Revolution. Two legs can't catch up with four wheels."

"You..."

"Do you think I can't outrun them?" Bruce snorted contemptuously and said, "When I ran the Gotham Loop with the four kings under James, they were still in the womb."

As soon as the Pale Knight opened his mouth, a flash of light appeared in the rearview mirror, and Bruce turned the steering wheel sharply to the left.

Sizzle--! !

The harsh sound of the tires rubbing against the ground came with an unpleasant smell of burning. A trident pierced their original route, and Bruce made a beautiful tailspin drift, turned into the alley, and turned right again and drove onto another road.

The small deep divers can come from the alley, and the large ones can't get through at all, but they are also very smart. They rush directly in the direction Bruce is driving, trying to block him in front.

Seeing a big guy blocking the way, the pale knight wanted to say something nervously, but Bruce snorted again.

First, he stepped on the accelerator hard and rushed forward. When he was about to hit, he turned the steering wheel to the side. The car lost control, the front wheel lifted up, and the right wheel stepped on the wall of the store next to it. The car tilted 45 degrees and drilled through the tiny gap with sparks and lightning.

Then he hit it again, turned around on the spot, slowed down the speed with the help of friction, adjusted the direction, and rushed out again like an arrow from a string.

The pale knight was dizzy.

Driving on the straight road again, the pale knight finally saw the scene in front of him. They were driving in the opposite direction of the lighthouse, and seemed to be moving away from the village.

The pale knight turned his head suddenly to look at Bruce and asked: "Why do you look like a good person with your racing style..."

"Looking at what?"

The pale knight hesitated for a while but still didn't speak. After all, he was sitting in the car now.

He actually wanted to say that Bruce's racing style didn't look like a good person.

The universe where the Pale Knight lives also has Batman. His strength is not that high, but it is acceptable, so he has also seen Batman racing in Gotham City to catch criminals.

But the problem is that the police do not really chase criminals by car, but cooperate with helicopters. The same is true for Batman. When he and the Gotham Police Department catch criminals, they mostly cooperate with the air and ground, and encircle and suppress them from all directions. As long as there are enough police cars, they can always block the opponent.

But Bruce's racing style does not look like the one who catches, but the one who runs.

Basically, only criminals who want to escape the police by racing against the police will have such tricky escape driving skills, such as flexible drifting, sharp turns, U-turns on flower beds, breaking cars in three seconds, blocking vision to avoid helicopters...

In order to avoid the police cars that are blocking from all directions, the good citizens of Gotham have practiced these skills to perfection, which can cause great trouble to Batman and the Gotham Police Department every time.

Some people may say that cars will always run out of gas, and people will always need to stop for supplies, and they will be caught sooner or later, so why bother?

This has to be said that the United States has its own national conditions. The judicial institutions of each state in the United States are relatively independent, and the police system is also independent. It is good enough if they don’t trip each other up. It is difficult to expect them to cooperate with each other.

So some criminals who have not committed serious crimes but do not want to go to jail choose to race against the police. As long as they can successfully drive into another state, it will be difficult for the police to catch him.

Gotham is not very large, so it is easy to drive out of the city. New Jersey is not very far from Canada. As long as you go north and cross the border, Batman can't catch up, so you don't have to go to jail.

Even if you can't go to Canada, you can escape to a few nearby states. The police force in Gotham is insufficient, and Batman is even more unable to split up. Basically, as long as it is not a very brutal case, they will not chase hard.

As long as the Pale Knight hears the sound of the helicopter propeller, he knows that there must be another speedster on the road.

Look at the correct version!

The Pale Knight's saving Gotham is not just as simple as using heavy punishment in troubled times. He is actually tolerant of low-level crimes, that is, he reduces the penalty period for some crimes that are not serious and do not hurt people, so as to reduce the probability of them jumping off the wall.

The people of Gotham are also quite respectful, so in the later period of the White Knight's governance, good citizens rarely raced. After all, petty thefts were punished with community labor. If the stolen goods were returned, they would be released after a few words of education. There was no need to joke with their lives.

However, there are still some diehards. They don't race because they commit crimes, but because they want to race. They are pursuing excitement.

The White Knight thinks Bruce is such a person.

"Do you know that you are high like you are on drugs now?" The White Knight turned to ask Bruce.

"Don't be idle either." Bruce glanced at the gun he was holding and said, "The performance of this car is not good. It's better to change to a big car. I have a good target. You kill the two who are chasing the closest, and we will change cars."

The White Knight also glanced at the rearview mirror. At this time, a new group of deep divers were chasing behind. The previous group had obviously been blown up and went back to the bottom of the sea to breathe.

What Bruce said actually made a lot of sense. Two legs can't outrun four wheels. Even if a monster like Godzilla enters the city, as long as you drive fast enough, you will definitely be able to escape. Even if it is 2012, you can still race against the flood. Humans are invincible in the use of tools.

Besides, this kid is so damn skilled.

The Pale Knight dared not think about what he did in Gotham. How many police cars and helicopters did he have to dodge to be so comfortable?

Which good Batman can practice such a good car skill? !

The Pale Knight asked the Beyonder in his heart, "Doesn't he need to pass the test for racing? You just let him have fun?"

"He clicked the skill." The Beyonder also said helplessly: "In theory, the first-level driving mastery can't produce this effect, but he can do it anyway, so I can't do anything."

"Isn't this considered beyond acting?"

"His wisdom is only 5, just let him go."

The Pale Knight thought while observing the situation behind, what did Bruce just say?

The four kings under James fought back and forth with him? Then we have to look for them carefully when we go back. We can't waste such talents.

Finding that the time is almost right, the pale knight directly extended the muzzle of the gun out of the car window.

Bang!

The deep diver who was the leader was killed with one shot. Because it was too sudden, after the body fell, the people chasing behind had no time to hide and were tripped directly. Five or six people fell in a row, and even the big guy behind was tripped.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bruce made another smooth turn and entered the parking space perfectly. The two jumped out of the car from both sides. Bruce opened the door of the car next to him in a few seconds.

The pale knight got in the car and found that this was a fucking ambulance!

"Go to the back to see if there is any spare oil, and then see if there is any emergency equipment. Remember to hold it steady."

The pale knight came to the back and understood Bruce's intention. Special vehicles such as ambulances must have gasoline in the car, otherwise if they run out of gas halfway, wouldn't people die?

Moreover, the gas tank of this kind of car is very large, and it can be used for a long time after filling up. The Pale Knight calculated that it would not be a problem to drive around Gotham three times, and it might not run out of gas even if he drove around this small village until the end of time.

More importantly, there are first aid equipment in the back of the ambulance. Some fixed items cannot be taken away, but the most common bandages, safety ropes, scalpels, and even defibrillators can be taken away, and there are also many analgesics.

The rule of the game is that if there are key props, skills and tests can be omitted. The existence of these first aid supplies is likely to save key first aid skills and avoid being caught in a dilemma like last time.

So the Pale Knight started looting without saying a word.