Batman was so light as if he was weightless. An invisible metal chain that was fixed to the roof forcefully stopped his falling body in mid-air. He swayed slightly in the air and leaned against the filthy wall like a gecko. On his left was an open window. Under the bat mask, he smiled.
Looks like tonight's investigation will go smoothly!
He jumped through the window and landed on the floor of the room like a cat. He did not make a sound. A couple was quarreling on the rooftop, and the noise seeped into the room through the poorly soundproofed walls. He did not pay attention to the noise. Instead, he used the dim light outside the window to investigate the room that was not guarded.
Falconi was arrested and sent to prison. The evidence was conclusive. It was very likely that he would be charged and sent to prison. This did not affect his gang much. No one would believe that Gotham's biggest gang leader would disappear in such a way. They were waiting for their boss to return. However, later that day, news of Falconi's madness spread. It made his underlings panic.
After seeing that Falconi was sent to Arkham Asylum, the underlings began to act on their own. Their boss had gone mad. He was done for. What should their underlings do?
Of course, they would kill everyone else and become the boss!
It was said that in just two hours, three large-scale fights broke out on the narrow island. This caused this important stronghold to be empty. However, this was a good thing for Batman.
Soon, he found what he needed in the small room.
It was a box of teddy bears piled in the corner. He picked one up and cut it open with a knife. He poked the cotton inside the teddy bear and pulled out a bag of salt crystals.
"Very good. This is what Flas was talking about!"
Batman put the small bag into his pocket and was about to look for something else. At this moment, the sound of a key unlocking the door was heard. His expression changed and he dashed into the bathroom.
"Take everything away!"
A gentle voice sounded in the room, followed by the sound of rummaging. Batman used a small piece of broken glass under his feet to see the four people in the room. Three of them were dressed in fancy clothes, but the young man standing in the middle of the room was like a person from a different world from them.
He wore a well-ironed suit and carried a black folder in his hand. He also wore a pair of golden glasses and his chestnut hair was neatly combed. He looked like an elegant upper-class person. Batman frowned. He knew this person!
Doctor Klein, the director of Arkham Asylum, was said to be an expert in psychology and psychiatry. Two years ago, he was hired to come to Gotham to manage the Arkham Asylum, which was built at the edge of the Narrow Island, for the city government. His work ability was not bad, but according to Rachel, Klein had a problem with his personal integrity. He had been defending Falconi's assassins, claiming that they were not mentally ill. He was a complete jerk.
Batman also knew that before Falconi went crazy, the last person he saw was Doctor Klein.
He did not make a sound and continued to lurk in the corner. He wanted to see what they were going to do.
The room was not big, so the three people brought by Klein quickly tidied up the boxes and placed them outside the door. Then, they brought in a few small buckets and poured the liquid in the buckets into every corner of the room. Batman frowned when he smelled the pungent smell.
"Gasoline … These lunatics, they want to burn this place down!"
He was ready to stop them. Based on the current situation of the Narrow Island, once the place was set on fire, it would definitely cause a huge fire. With the density of the population here, dozens or even hundreds of people would die.
But just as he was about to jump out, one of the people put down the gasoline bucket in his hand and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light and unbuttoned his pants. Then, he saw himself in the filthy mirror. Behind him stood a man in black armor, a black cloak, and a bat-like mask.
He was looking at him with a cold gaze.
Bang!
The man's head was smashed into the mirror in front of him by a huge force from behind. Blood spurted out along with the broken mirror. The black figure flashed out of the bathroom. Before the other three people could react, a heavy punch knocked one of the people holding the gasoline bucket to the ground. The pungent liquid splashed on the ground in all directions. Another person rushed up to Batman and hugged him, but the Dark Knight kicked his legs and slammed him against the wall. Then, he punched him with a backhand.
He lifted his left leg and stomped on the man.
In less than two seconds, all three people lost their ability to fight. This was the performance of the best killing machine cultivated by the Alliance of Shadow Warriors. But just as he turned around and was about to finish off Klein, he saw a man wearing a strange and twisted scarecrow mask.
"You look very angry!"
Batman punched him, but in the next moment, a pungent gas spurted out from Klein's sleeve. Batman's mind went blank for a moment. Then, he saw the surroundings begin to distort. He even lost control of his body temporarily. But his long-term training protected him. In the moment when he lost the ability to fight back, he quickly retreated. Klein's left hand threw out a silver lighter.
"Let me calm you down."
Boom!
The gasoline splashed during the fight just now ignited. Red flames suddenly ignited on his special armor. In his distorted senses, he felt as if he was in hell. No matter how strong his willpower was, it would be destroyed in the face of such a physical and psychological double blow. His last trace of willpower controlled him to jump out of the window. If he continued to stay here, he would ignite the whole room.
He fell from the four-story building, fell to the ground, and rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames. This set of armor had a fire-resistant function, but after the burning on the surface was extinguished, the fear in his heart took control of him at this moment. He staggered to his feet. The darkness in front of him magnified his senses. It was like he had fallen into a dark cave at the weakest moment in his memory.
The whispers around him were like wild beasts flapping their wings in the dark, pouncing on him fiercely. The eyes of the onlookers around him became a fire-breathing monster in his senses.
"Ah!!"
Under the pressure of this environment, all he wanted to do was to leave and find a quiet place to calm himself down. However, according to Seiber's experience, this kind of poisonous gas not only caused fear in one's heart, it also caused great physical torture.
He took the grappling gun from his waist, raised his arm, and shot out a miniature hook lock. His whole body was brought up into the air by the rapidly rising chain. While floating in the air, he suddenly felt that his arms were weak. Under the destruction of his body by the poisonous gas, his arms muscles began to convulse. His hands loosened, and his whole body fell to the ground at an angle along with the grappling gun.
"Cough … cough … this is … bad!"
Before he fell to the roof, under the unbearable rapid breathing and the indescribable fear that kept flashing in front of his eyes, he had already fallen into a weak trance. At this moment, the steel-like Dark Knight welcomed the bumpy moment of his great life.
"There! It's at the northwest edge of the narrow island. Can you see it? "
Kevin stood beside Saber with a reluctant face. He gestured at the brightly lit building in the middle of the narrow island. They had returned to their home on the narrow island. Ed was fast asleep while Saber and Kevin were on the rooftop.
"The brightest building is Arkham Asylum. Ed and I are the security guards there. Thompson is our leader. Thanks to you, after Ed woke up, we had to change jobs."
Kevin continued to complain, but Seiber ignored him. Instead, he used his naked eyes to observe the layout and location of the asylum. After about ten seconds, he turned to Kevin and said, "Let's go, Mr. Seiber.
"Tomorrow night, I need you to bring me there!"
"What! You can't … "
Kevin's eyes widened. Just as he was about to object, Seber wrapped his arms around his neck and said to the young man,
"Listen, Kevin. Bring me there and this will have nothing to do with you. I won't kill anyone there. I'm just doing some … erm, investigative work. I know you're afraid of the Alliance of Shadow Warriors but I can promise you that as long as you don't say anything, no one will know what happened between you and me. Thompson only needs you to find a reason to deal with it. As for Klein, I'll use my own methods to shut him up!"
"In the face of a mad dog that wants to bite you, it's useless no matter how hard you try to escape. The moment you turn around, the dog will know that you're afraid of it. It will chase after you until the arrogant thought in its heart is satisfied."
Seiber's voice was low, but there was a sense of persuasion in it. In front of his experience, Kevin was still too inexperienced. He knew what to say to make this young man regain a bit of courage.
"Do you know how to deal with a mad dog?"
He asked meaningfully. Kevin didn't answer. Saber didn't need his answer either. He spoke in a firm voice.
"You have to raise the stick in your hand and hit it hard on the head. As long as you hit it hard enough and it hurts enough, it will whimper and run away with its tail between its legs. It will be afraid of you. This fear will stay in its heart. The next time it sees you, even if you don't have a stick in your hand, it will avoid you. Do you understand?"
Saber patted Kevin's chest.
"Don't be scared by yourself. If you're not afraid of death, who can beat you? If you want to live an exciting life, you have to throw away your fear of weakness or use it as the source of your strength. Do you know why the three of you together can't beat me? "
"You're afraid of me, but I'm not afraid of you! Fear is your stumbling block, but it's with me. "
Bang!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground interrupted Saber's crazy preaching. He and Kevin turned around at the same time and saw a black figure lying on the roof, trembling. There was also a claw gun beside him.
They quickly walked over. Saber reached out and flipped the person over. Kevin saw the iconic bat helmet and exclaimed.
"This … this is Batman!"
"Hmm?"
Saber, of course, recognized the guy who made him taste defeat a few days ago. He looked up. "You know him?"
Kevin nodded quickly.
"He's been appearing around the narrow island for the past few nights. Every time he strikes, he'll take away a few ruthless people. They say he can fly. Some say he's not an ordinary person, but a monster. They say he has infinite strength and can even turn invisible."
"No, no, no, he's not a monster."
Saber looked at Batman who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and his body trembling. He muttered to himself, "He's just a normal person who's a little stronger. Hmm, a guy who's good at fighting. Kevin, start the car!"
Kevin was stunned for a moment. Then, he realized what Saber was going to do. His gaze lingered on Batman for a few seconds before he quickly went downstairs. After Kevin left, Saber reached out and lifted Batman's head. He buckled Batman's exquisite claw gun on his belt. This was his spoils of war.
"You're really messed up …"
Saber tilted his head, then reached out his left hand and buckled the black bat helmet.
"Then let me see what kind of hero you are under the disguise of darkness."
After a moment, the silent Saber put the helmet back on Batman's head. He then reached out and carried Batman's body on his shoulder. He walked downstairs with a faint smile on his face.
"Tsk, it's really you … Bruce Wayne!"
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