Batman's speed was not considered slow but Wayne Manor was too far away from Narrow Island. Therefore, when he arrived, Saber had already taken care of everything, using a method that Bruce would never use.
He abided by his own principles and treated killing as his ultimate bottom line. He walked in the darkness and sin. Everyone he came into contact with was the cancer of this city. He would use violence and fear to make them submit, but he would not let his hands be stained with blood.
He had lost too much, he could not lose himself again! He could not allow himself to become like them!
Batman could hear the screams coming from the factory. He could smell the scorching smell of the burning flesh. He could even hear the crackling sound of the flames licking the surrounding buildings. There were still nearly a hundred "mentally ill" people living in this asylum. Once the fire spread, these people locked in cages would never survive.
Bruce looked at Rachel in his arms. He gritted his teeth and sprinted out of the asylum. He had to get Rachel to a safe place first. But before he left, he found Arkham's water valve and adjusted the pressure gauge to the maximum. Under such pressure, the broken pipes would explode and the water would disperse. At the very least, it would slow down the spread of the fire.
He strode out of Arkham. His armor and cape were drenched in water. On the streets of Narrow Island, due to Rachel's mass message, the police had surrounded the front of the asylum. The sirens blared in the dark. Gordon led the officers to set up a cordon outside the asylum. Beyond the cordon, the citizens of Narrow Island gathered to watch.
But they heard the sound of automatic weapons firing. The intensity of the firepower caused the faces of the officers to pale. Then, the broken pipes filled the entire asylum with the sound of water droplets. There was also the sound of glass and shockwaves from the explosion. At the moment of the explosion, a few unlucky people were knocked down by the flying debris. Dozens of cars started to hum. The cordon was a mess. Even the fearless Sergeant Gordon had to lower his body to protect his head.
"Oh my god, we need the assault team!"
Peter, who had just been promoted to sergeant, held a megaphone in his hand. He hid behind the car door and shouted to the panicking officers behind him, "Contact the armored police, we need them! And the fire department! And the ambulance, damn it! "
Young Peter turned around and saw his superior rushing towards the dangerous Arkham Asylum alone. He quickly called out to his superior, "Sir, let's go!"
"Gordon, what are you doing?! Come back! Come back! "
"Peter, stay here!"
Gordon turned around and shouted. Then, he rushed into the chaotic asylum with his pistol. At this moment, the lights in the entire building had been short-circuited due to the water leakage. It was pitch-black. Gordon held the pistol in his left hand and a flashlight in his right. He walked vigilantly in this building that had been around for a long time.
From the first floor to the fifth floor of this building, almost all of these crazy people were locked up. At the moment of the blackout, they began to shout and yell crazily. Some of them even used all kinds of things in their hands to hit the metal bars of the cells, making ear-piercing noises, making this dark building look like hell.
Klein, who was wearing a scarecrow mask, quickly walked up to the first floor. He held a bunch of keys in his hand and threw them into the dark cages one by one. Most of the people here were bastards captured from the gangs on Narrow Island, as well as the assassins and thugs who worked for Falconi. Klein helped them escape the punishment of the law by claiming that they were mentally ill, but these villains who fell into his hands were also tortured into psychopaths by his forceful drug experiments.
It was hard to say whether it was a blessing or a misfortune. But now, Klein wanted to borrow their strength. He would not say anything. He would only release these lunatics. They would attack anyone, and they would buy him time to escape.
Saber had arrived. He knew that the battle in the dark had frightened him. He was not a proper fighter in the Alliance of Shadow Warriors. Compared to swords, he was better at solving problems with his wits.
"Go, go, help me block him. It would be best if you could help me kill him!"
Klein muttered to himself as he walked into the passageway on the fourth floor. He was carrying a small black box in his hand, which contained the most important thing. It was the formula for his Fear Gas and the detailed production process. This would be the most important bargaining chip for his promotion in the organization.
But promotion was a matter for the future. Right now, he had to think of a way to escape.
Klein's trap did not trap Saber immediately, but it accidentally trapped another person.
Gordon carefully walked up the stairs to the second floor. The sheriff in charge had been worried about Rachel's safety. The noise was getting louder and louder. He could even hear the roars of people fighting. This made Gordon feel a little pressured. He suddenly felt that it was a bad choice to rush into the asylum alone.
But the sheriff did not plan to leave just like that. He planned to stay here for a while and look for traces of Rachel. The assault team would be here soon. As long as he was careful, he would not be in any danger.
But the moment this thought flashed through his mind, the flashlight in his hand illuminated the darkness in front of him. The noise completely stopped at this moment. Dozens of weird-looking people wearing orange medical uniforms were looking at him. Among them, some were violent, some were twisted, some were strange, and some were sinister. There were all kinds of eyes, but none of them were calm.
Their clothes were torn and tattered in the fight. There were bloodstains on their hands. Some of them were even carrying dismantled railings in their hands. The most muscular bastard was even carrying a fire axe. Further away, the pungent smell of blood and a few horrifying corpses loomed between the crowd. It seemed that before the flashlight interrupted them, they were having a "bloody carnival".
Gordon had goosebumps all over his body. Cold sweat covered his back at this moment. Looking at the dangerous gazes of those lunatics, Gordon's mouth was dry. His left hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly. He felt like he was facing a mad dog on his farm when he was a child.
This 9-round pistol could not protect him in this situation. He could not help but take a step back. As a result, he accidentally kicked something under his feet, which made a cracking sound.
This voice made the sheriff gulp. The dangerous balance between the two sides was broken at this moment. Like a switch, the tallest guy with the axe took a step forward. In the next moment, everyone rushed towards Gordon like a group of zombies that had lost control of their bodies in a zombie movie.
"Stop!"
"Bastard, stop, I'm going to shoot!"
Gordon kept retreating. He held the pistol with both hands, and the flashlight fell to the ground. The light and shadow spun around, making the already chaotic passage even more chaotic. For a moment, Gordon felt that he was going to die, especially when he saw the lunatics getting closer and closer to him.
Looking at the blood-stained fire axe and listening to their chaotic roars, he began to take deep breaths, desperately trying to control his mind. At the moment when he pulled the trigger, he was a little flustered, but at the moment, only the weapon in his hand could give him a sense of security.
"Bang!"
Bullets flew out of the muzzle of the gun. The strongest one, the one with the fire axe, looked down at the wound on his chest in a daze. Then, he swayed and fell to the ground. This sudden death made the other lunatics pause for a moment. At this moment, Gordon felt that he had hope again. However, at the next moment, a guy who was waving a metal railing let out a furious roar and pounced on Gordon. Behind him, the lunatics who were frightened by death began to run forward again.
"It's over!"
This was the last thought that flashed through Gordon's mind. But just as he closed his eyes in resignation, a gloved hand reached out from the darkness behind him and placed it on Gordon's shoulder. At the same time, a low voice sounded.
"Are you scared? Gordon... "
Gaden was startled. But in the next moment, a black gun flew past his body and pointed at those guys who were pouncing on him. Then, the flickering tail flame of the bullet lit up the bone-chilling darkness like a flickering candle light.
"Bang bang bang bang bang"
Once the automatic weapons opened fire, at such a distance, it would definitely be a massacre. In the short span of 2 seconds, the flying bullet shells and dancing flames made Gaden feel as though an eternity had passed. When he finally regained his senses, less than half of the originally ferocious lunatics before him were left.
They were as silent as cicadas in winter. Their faces were surging with extreme fear. Beside him, bodies pierced by bullets and broken limbs made the entire tunnel look like hell occupied by blood and death. The muzzle was still smoking, and green smoke drifted in the air. Saber came out from his hiding place and helped Gordon take a few steps forward.
"Bang!"
He used his mouth to simulate the sound of a bullet being fired. As a result, the lunatics who came back to their senses immediately scattered, screaming as they turned around and rushed out like a flock of frightened birds. When they saw the scene of death in front of them, not many normal people could turn a blind eye. They were lunatics, but they were not stupid.
The guy who came out of the darkness in front of them obviously would not be frightened by their bravado. This was a ruthless character!
Saber looked at the bastards who were running away in panic. He turned around and stuffed the automatic rifle in his hand into Gordon's hand, as if he was handing over a weapon to a subordinate officer. He looked at the frightened Gordon, took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Gordon's mouth, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Take it, Sheriff. Only this can protect you here. If you see anything moving, shoot! Also, if I were you, I would immediately retreat. There are hundreds of lunatics here. This is hell. A good person like you shouldn't be here! "
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the dark passage. Gordon held the still slightly hot automatic rifle tightly. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette with trembling hands. Gordon had quit smoking for a long time, but now that he was standing in front of dozens of corpses, he urgently needed something to numb his nerves.
"Fuuu … Cough cough, Saber, is Rachel okay?"
The sheriff who was choking on his coughs called out to the person who had walked into the darkness. Saber did not turn around. He just waved his hand.
"That stupid girl is fine. She has been taken away. Hurry up, Sheriff. If you die, my dad will be annoyed to death!"
Gordon hesitated for a moment, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and said in a low voice,
"The assault team is coming. It will be troublesome if you stay here!"
"Thank you for your concern, but that is my business."
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