"Vroom!"
In the darkness of Gotham City, an old pickup truck made a perfect drift at the intersection between the narrow island and the city at a speed that did not match its cumbersome body. The roar of the engine made Saber feel a sense of excitement that he had not felt for a long time.
Of course, if he did not tie the cool guy in black to the passenger seat with a seatbelt, Saber would not have minded speeding in this completely silent city. But now, he still had to send the Son of Gotham out of danger as fast as he could.
Saber turned the steering wheel while observing Bruce Wayne's condition from the corner of his eye. It was terrible. His breathing had reached a frightening level. Along with the shaking of the car, his head was also moving left and right. From the frequency of his eyelids twitching, he had obviously entered a special state.
He was fighting against the fear in his heart!
Saber had experienced that feeling earlier today, so he was not surprised by Bruce's current state. From his condition, the amount of Fear Gas he inhaled this time was more than what Saber estimated. Otherwise, the unusually healthy Son of Gotham would not be in such a weak state. After all, he had beaten up Saber a few days ago.
That was not something an ordinary person could do!
Saber already knew how the Fear Gas worked during the period when it was causing trouble. It would increase the victim's sensory system, stimulate the respiratory system, and finally affect the nervous system to a certain extent. It contained toxins, but looking at it separately, the only two that were fatal were poisoning and respiratory spasms.
As for the poisoning, Saber could use his special recovery ability to remove it, but the energy required to remove the toxins in his body was not even as much as the energy required to heal a knife wound. In other words, the toxins should take effect slowly and not violently. The moment the pickup truck drove into the dock, Saber noticed that Bruce's chest began to rise and fall rapidly. He quickly stepped on the brakes.
"Damn it!"
Saber pushed open the door and dragged Bruce out of the car. He laid him flat on the ground, then kicked the fire hydrant by the street. After kicking it four times, cold water seeped out. Saber dragged Bruce, whose throat muscles were spasming, under the water and let the cold water splash next to his head. He used his left hand to cover his mouth and forced him to breathe through his nose. Then, he used the cold water to apply on his neck and continuously and rhythmically patted his back.
(If someone near you has throat spasms in real life, call the emergency number immediately. I found this on Baidu!)
In his past experience, Seiber had learned first-aid methods, and this was the best method he could think of. A few minutes later, Bruce Wayne's chest returned to its normal breathing rhythm. Perhaps it was because the cold water had stimulated his magnified senses, he even opened his eyes from his muddled state. However, his eyes were unfocused, and it was obvious that he had not gotten rid of the hallucination.
Saber felt that it was tricky. Bruce had inhaled too much poison. If this continued, his life would definitely be in danger!
He rummaged through Batman's left hand and finally found a strange-looking mobile phone. After turning it on, he found the number "Afo" in the contact list. He heard from his father that Bruce Wayne's old butler was called Alfred. He was an old man who had served the Wayne family for decades and was absolutely trustworthy.
"Thank goodness you didn't set a password, Bruce. This good habit may save your life."
Saber pressed the dial button and reached out to continuously press Batman's chest to help him maintain the rhythm of his breathing.
"Young Master, when will you come back? I've already asked the servant to heat up the dinner … "
"Stop! Listen to me! "
Alfreid began to ramble as soon as the call connected. Seber interrupted him loudly. Fu immediately realized that the person on the other end of the line was not his young master, so he asked in a calm tone, "What's wrong?
"Who are you? Is the young master safe? "
"Listen to me, Afo. I'm Saber Hawk, a waiter from Papa Christian's bar. Mr. Bruce encountered a little unpleasant during his evening" entertainment ". Now he's poisoned. I'm doing my best to help him maintain his breathing. He's in a bad condition. Come to Old Gun Bar as soon as possible! You know where it is, right? "
After Saber finished speaking, he heard Afo's breathing quicken. There was a hint of sincerity in his voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Saber. Please keep the young master safe. I'll be there as soon as possible!"
"I can only do my best. He's in a bad condition!"
Saber said and hung up the phone. He squatted in front of Bruce Wayne and waved his left hand in front of his eyes. Then, Bruce suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly. His strength was great, but this reaction made Saber feel relieved.
He was most afraid that this guy in front of him would lose consciousness. That would be troublesome.
"Hey, listen, buddy. I'm going to send you to a safe place now. If you can still hear, please cooperate with me!"
Saber patted Batman's face, trying to wake him up. However, Bruce seemed to be possessed. He whispered a word repeatedly in a low voice.
"Bat … No! Don't come here! Bat … "
"Bat?"
Saber was stunned for a moment. Then, he subconsciously looked at Batman's attire. He had some guesses about his identity.
Generally speaking, if people had to choose something to represent themselves, they would either choose something they liked very much, or something that left a deep impression on them. The former represented love, and the latter, in many cases, often represented fear.
Love and fear, these were always the two emotions that could stir people's hearts the most. They were also the only two emotions that could make people explode with more power or be willing to die. They represented the two extremes of human nature. In Saber's opinion, fear was actually more effective, because the destructive power of love was never as strong as the destructive power of fear.
You could make a person fear you with your fists or words, but you could not make a person fall in love with you with your fists or words.
Judging from Bruce Wayne's situation, he definitely did not choose Bat because of love.
"Are you afraid of Bat? Bruce. "
Saber thought for a moment and whispered in Batman's ear in a gentle voice, "Are you afraid of the moment when they pounce out of the darkness?"
In a state of mental chaos, Bruce Wayne heard distorted voices. Saber's voice sounded like a demonic voice from hell to him. Under the influence of this voice, the terrifying scene appeared before his eyes again.
It was when he accidentally fell into an abandoned well inside Wayne Manor when he was playing with Rachel as a child. His leg was injured, and for a seven or eight-year-old child, he could not move his body. He could only wait for help at the bottom of the dark well. But in front of him, there was a cave with uneven levels, and there was a buzzing sound coming from it.
He was terrified. He picked up a stone and tried to protect himself, but the fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger. In the end, he threw the stone in his hand at the cave that looked like the entrance to hell. The sound angered the creatures hidden in the cave. They pounced out of the darkness, from the cave that looked like the mouth of a beast, and pounced on him.
Bats! Thousands of bats!
They were as dark as a storm!
"Ah! Stay away from me! Stay away from me! "
Bruce's body began to struggle. Saber had to break free from the restraints on his wrists. He used his arms to hold his body down and shouted in his ear.
"Wake up! Bruce Wayne! You are Batman, bastard! Don't be defeated by this mere fear! "
The sudden voice broke Bruce's childhood memories of fear. He blinked his eyes with difficulty.
"Bats … help me … dispel them! Help me … "
"Think of happy things! Think of Afo. Think of your parents! "
Saber recalled how he got rid of the fear. Since there was fear in his heart, he used other emotions to fight it. He grabbed Bruce's shoulder, lifted him up from the ground, and slammed him against the car door. The impact woke Batman up for a moment. He heard a voice shouting in his ear.
"Think of something else! Throw away those dark memories and think … Well, think of Rachel. You like her, don't you? Think of the days you spent with her. Think of your butler, Afo. Think of the things that made you happy, angry, and touched you! Don't think of fear! "
Seiber grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him.
"Don't be defeated by fear! If you are defeated by it, it means you have surrendered to it. It means you are a coward! "
"Don't you want to f * cking fight evil? How can you be a coward! "
"You have to conquer your fear. Only by controlling your fear can you bring fear to others! Using some other damned thing to suppress it! Don't be defeated by it! I'll take you to a safe place now! But you have to learn to protect yourself! Fight back! Do you understand? Fight back! "
"Use other emotions to fight back your fear! Stay awake, bastard! I don't want to save an idiot who only knows how to cry! "
These words might not have affected Bruce Wayne at any other time. After all, his experience in the past seven years made it difficult for him to have any emotional fluctuations. However, it was different now. With the fear poison in his body, he was in a very vulnerable state. He subconsciously obeyed Saber's words.
Moreover, someone had once told him about fear. Soon, the experiences of the past seven years appeared in his mind. Although it wasn't a good experience, it finally woke him up from the deep fear he had in his heart.
Seeing that Bruce's body was still trembling, but at least he had regained some consciousness, Saber immediately pressed him into the car, started the engine, and sped towards Old Gun Bar.
"Fear poison … This thing is too evil."
Seiber glanced at Bruce Wayne, who was struggling to fight against the fear in his heart. He was also a little scared. If he had inhaled the same amount as Batman did, and if he hadn't triggered the heat in his body at the last moment, he would have been killed by Thompson's knife.
For people with weak willpower, this thing could destroy their will in an instant. Thinking about what Kevin said, the Shadow Warriors planned to use this kind of poison to destroy Gotham. Thinking about how the whole city was enveloped by this kind of poison, Saber could not imagine what the normal people who had lost their minds would do under the influence of fear.
They did not even need to use too much power. Just the internal strife in the city was enough to destroy everything.
Saber thought about what he had experienced in Africa. In such a large city, once chaos broke out, it would not be easy to suppress it. Once blood was shed, it would quickly turn into a real disaster. Under such circumstances, no matter how good Saber was at fighting, he could not do anything against a city in despair.
As such, Seiber began to consider a problem as he sped through the forest.
"Should I really leave Gotham …"
Ten minutes later, the pickup stopped in front of Old Gun Bar. The lights in the bar were still on. His father walked out and saw Saber carrying a strange-looking person out of the car.
"This is …"
"Shh, Pops, don't ask too much! Prepare a clean house. Someone will be here to pick him up soon! "
The two of them carried Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a Batsuit, into the room on the second floor. When they placed Batman on the bed, Bruce, who had his Batsuit removed, grabbed Saber's arm with difficulty. His body was still trembling, and it was obvious that he was in pain. However, in his eyes, there was no longer fear and anxiety. There was still some confusion, but he had regained his consciousness.
Seeing this, Saber let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew … Congratulations, you have defeated your fear. You were not defeated by it. You are not a coward."
"Thank … Thank you!"
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