"Because I know the Joker …"
Saber flicked the cigarette ash into the cup beside him. In the dim light of the midnight, under the cold gaze of the "two-faced man" who was terrifying enough to make anyone cry, he organized his words and spoke.
"I know his mode of action. I've seen this type of person before. Leaving you here is a dangerous move. I'm not lying to you. He might really use you again … or Gordon."
A trace of suspicion flashed in Harvey's eyes. Saber paused and continued to analyze for him.
"I don't know what you people who are involved in the situation think, but from the perspective of an outsider, every action against the Joker is actually used by him to deal with you. The scariest thing about this kind of person is that they have no plan … Their minds are a mess."
Seeing that Harvey didn't seem to understand, Saber extinguished the cigarette in his hand in the water. As the flame and water extinguished, he whispered.
"Then let me put it another way. Have you heard of anarchism?"
Harvey nodded. As a law genius, he had naturally heard of this extreme theory of chaos. Saber chuckled and snapped his fingers.
"This explains it very well. You are the designer, the schemer. Everything has a strict self-plan. Schemers always want to control the small world around them, but he doesn't. I've talked to him before, and I know what he wants to do. He wants the schemers to see everything you try to control, how your efforts are … pitiful!"
Saber stood up. He stretched his body and looked at Harvey.
"He opposes all plans. He uses all plans. He himself is more like a believer of chaos."
Harvey closed his eyes. After a moment, he chuckled. His chuckle was low, as if he was mocking himself.
"I used to be a schemer too. Look, what has this done to me?"
"You know what? Now I kind of understand the Joker's way of thinking. "
Harvey's fingers moved on the table with difficulty. He took out a cigarette from Saber's silver-white iron cigarette box. Saber considerately lit it for him. The smoke overflowed from the burnt left side of Harvey's face. It was obvious that he was in pain, but he didn't stop the self-destruction of his health. Health was probably useless to him.
"He only did what he was best at. He got his hands on our plan and used it to his advantage. Now look at what he's done to the city. All he did was use a few barrels of gasoline and a few bullets. Do you know what I found out, Seiber?"
Saber didn't speak. he stood there and listened quietly. He knew that Harvey, who had experienced life and death and tragedy, had some things he wanted to say. he just wanted an audience.
The smell of the cigarette slowly spread throughout the room. His voice grew deeper and deeper in the darkness.
"When things go according to plan, no one will panic, even if the plan is horrifying. Even if everyone knows that there will be a young man who will be shot dead the next day and a whole train of soldiers will be blown up by roadside bombs, no one will panic. They will only mourn and shed fake tears because that is part of the plan. But when I say that Mayor Nestor will die, everyone goes crazy! You've been through that too, right? "
Harvey coughed twice. Under the dim light, the horrifying left side of his face combined with the still handsome right side of his face. It was indescribably hideous and eerie. He looked at the dark ceiling and let out a low chuckle.
"The so-called order is just a way for us to interpret the same life. For example, this time, Gordon went to save Nestor because he felt that the mayor was more important than a normal woman. But when he found out that the woman who was blown up was his wife, he fell into despair. He hated himself and everyone else, but that was his choice. That's why order is meaningless. When I think it's reasonable, it's everything. But now that I think it's unreasonable, it's not even worth a fart!"
Harvey's two different eyes turned to Saber. He placed the cigarette in his hand on the cup beside him.
"Saber, do you think I've gone mad?"
Seiber shook his head. He leaned on the black blade with both hands and looked at Harvey as he spoke in a low voice.
"On the surface, the existence of human civilization seems to be very strict, but if you analyze it from the inside, you will find that it is actually very crazy. I have spent a lot of time studying this. You know, Harvey, life is full of accidents, life lacks a center of gravity, and existence is worthless. In the face of this inescapable fact, you have to know that after experiencing a nightmarish day, one out of eight people will collapse and go completely crazy … But who can blame them?"
"Living in such a harsh and illogical world, what else can they do other than go mad?"
Seiber reached out and grabbed Harvey's two different hands. One of them was normal, while the other was charred black. He said, "That's right.
"When you find yourself tied to the train of thought, speeding towards the past that you can't stand, don't forget that you still have one last way to go. And that is … madness. Madness is like an escape door, allowing you to escape. Keep the horror stories that have happened to you in the bottom of your heart and lock them away forever."
Saber's face showed a serene smile. He spoke softly as if he was sleep-talking.
"As long as you're crazy enough, there's nothing to care about. Joker always said that he and I are the same kind of people. He's wrong. He's always been crazy, but I know when to go crazy. Harvey, we're the same kind of people."
"Do you know what the essence of chaos Joker advocates is?"
"Hmm?"
"It's fairness. It's like two sides of a coin. We have to make a choice. It's either up or down. So if you can't decide, why not let chaos help you decide? If you decide fast enough, we can still make it in time for the execution of those 'traitors' tonight. I think you want to do that, don't you?"
“.....”
"I like your suggestion. Then let's hurry up. Please give me a coin. Thank you."
At the same time, on the third floor of the basement of the Wayne Building, Lucius hurriedly walked in. For someone who had entered the age of an old man, getting out of bed to deal with business after midnight was definitely an unbearable torture.
But there was no other way. Bruce personally called, so he had to come. Lucius keenly felt that Bruce seemed to have something to say to him.
The moment he stepped through four security procedures and walked into the basement, when he pushed open the door, Lucius was stunned.
In front of him, 200 screens flashed with a completely different blue light. It was a circular console with hundreds of completely different buttons and a dozen keyboards. Coupled with the special luster on the screens, all of this covered the basement with a special halo.
As a leading scientist and engineer, Lucius subconsciously put on his glasses. He took a few steps forward and pressed the buttons. He immediately understood what the equipment in front of him was used for.
He sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Linking all the mobile phones in the city with the same frequency band, using these ubiquitous communication devices to emit weak ultrasonic waves, and using this to draw a dynamic image of the entire city. This is … sonar. The sonar that detects all secrets. Nothing can hide from it."
He muttered to himself, "This is the secret device that you asked the communication department to develop? This is wrong, Bruce. This kind of power, this kind of ability, this kind of thing shouldn't exist. "
Lucius shouted. His face was filled with undisguised anger. "Bruce, stand out! My "City Sonar" system is not for you to monitor this city. You don't have the authority to do this! "
"Yes, I don't …"
A black figure walked out of the darkness to the side. Batman was holding something that looked like a USB drive in his hand, and he placed it in front of Lucius.
"So, I'll give you the sole authority of this information collection system …"
A trace of sincerity flashed in his eyes. "Help me, Lucius. Only you can fully utilize this system in a short period of time. You've seen the situation in this city. I have to solve Joker's problem as soon as possible. Otherwise … there will only be more and more victims like Gordon."
"I've had enough. I don't want to see anyone die because of Joker's crazy actions …"
"Help me!"
Lucius gritted his teeth. As a scientist, he had self-persistence. He looked back at the system and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Once this system is activated, if someone finds out that we're monitoring the city, Wayne Industries will be finished!"
He looked at Bruce and reached out to take the security key. "This is the only time. Otherwise, you'll receive my resignation letter."
"Thank you, Lucius."
Bruce watched the old man insert the security key into the system's socket. A trace of stubbornness and determination flashed in his eyes.
"This time, you won't be able to hide!"
Just like the ultrasonic waves used by real bats to scout the way, once this device was activated, every movement in Gotham would be seen by Bruce. Even Joker, who hid in Gotham like a mouse, would not be able to hide his movements.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucius moved the mouse and whispered.
"Found him! The westernmost part of Gotham's docks, the abandoned Arghan Shipyard … He's there. Wait … he's not there! He ran away. It looks like a gunfight … someone is chasing after them. "
Bruce was stunned for a moment.
"It's Saber, right?"
Lucius enlarged the image of the person drawn by the ultrasonic waves. Under the blue light screen, the gunfight was almost lifelike. Joker ran away in a sorry state. Then, the people on Saber's side were cut down one by one. It was a person wielding a cold weapon, but more surprisingly, there was another person with an automatic weapon standing behind Saber.
Two people!
"Boom!"
Just as Lucius continued to increase the frequency of the ultrasonic waves in an attempt to simulate the face of the person, the blue light on the screen was completely distorted at this moment. Then, it instantly returned to normal.
"What's wrong?"
Bruce asked. Lucius shook his head.
"I lost the signal. Based on the frequency of the explosion just now, something must have exploded."
Fifteen minutes ago, a black SUV was quietly driving along the main road of the dock area. Seiber, who was wearing armor, was driving the car. There was soothing music playing in the car, and there was a big black bag on the passenger seat. It was filled with all kinds of weapons.
There were two people sitting in the backseat. Harvey, who was secretly carried out of the hospital by Saber, was still a little weak. Apart from the burns, he had no other symptoms. Although the injury looked terrible, it was only a part of his skin that had been removed. Three days was enough for the wound to scab over. Apart from the pain, it was not a big deal.
He had changed into the suit he wore on the day he was kidnapped. Just like his two-faced face, the right side of the suit was intact, but the left side was badly burned. He leaned against the back seat, one hand holding a pistol, the other playing with a coin.
He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.
Beside him sat a trembling old man in pajamas. He was an old subordinate of Mayor Nestor. He was the one who sent Harvey home that day.
"It's a pity that the biggest mole, Sheriff Ramires, ran away."
Saber snorted and looked at the quiet scenery of Gotham's outer sea outside the window. He felt the wind outside the window. "How nice. The wind is so comfortable. Tonight is really a good day for killing."
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