In the illuminated bat cave, Bruce put down the communicator in his hand with a heavy heart.
"Gordon's side has failed … Afo, where are Battier's mercenaries?"
Alfred, who was nervously treating the seriously injured Kevin with Lucius, answered his young master without raising his head, "They're on Narrow Island! 200 people are there, and Battier himself is there. But if Gordon's side fails, 200 people won't be of much use against the residents of Narrow Island who are overwhelmed by fear. They're just mercenaries, not executioners. "
"We don't need them to kill those crazy people. As long as we lower the drawbridge, the people of Narrow Island won't be able to rush out!"
Bruce glanced at Saber. "We're not executioners either, are we?"
Saber pursed his lips, speechless. However, under such immense pressure, Bruce's thinking speed became faster and faster. This allowed Saber to see Batman's intangible strengths for once. His extraordinarily big heart and meticulous way of thinking were enough to make him the best commander.
"Lucius, can you remotely control the rise and fall of the drawbridge?"
Bruce asked loudly as he walked to a metal cabinet. Lucius, who was holding a scalpel in his hand, whispered, "Yes, but I'm very busy now. This child is seriously injured. It's hard to imagine what kind of willpower he relied on to drive that car into the hall when his left arm was almost completely unconscious."
"He's only doing it for revenge."
Saber looked down at the exquisite map of Gotham in front of him and casually answered Lucius's doubts. "The will for revenge can bring great power to people. Kevin must already know this. Okay, let's get down to business. They're obviously going to put the instrument in the broken train and patrol the entire city. Who can turn it off? Lucius? "
"It can't be turned off!"
The black scientist's hands were steady. He removed a bullet fragment from Kevin's left arm and answered without raising his head, "That's a military instrument. You have to enter a 17-digit shutdown command manually. I don't think Ducard will let you turn it off."
"Then destroy it!"
Saber tapped his finger on the table in front of him. "Are there any RPGs, Stingers, or other similar things here?"
This question made Bruce and Alfred look at each other. In the end, Afo shook his head.
"Those dangerous things aren't stored in the bat cave, and it's impossible to have them in the police station's equipment warehouse. Battier has some, but I don't think you can rush into Narrow Island and come out at this time."
"The microwave emitter is likely to trigger a chain explosion after being hit by an explosion, so don't detonate it in a crowded place. That thing is very dangerous!"
Lucius's voice followed. He took off his mask and warned, "But compared to the consequences of it directly evaporating Gotham's underground reservoir under Wayne Building, I'd rather you detonate it in the downtown area. The latter will at most give you a bad reputation, but the former will directly destroy Gotham!"
"Okay, okay, I know. Isn't my reputation bad enough? I remember I have a portable Stingers. Damn it, I should have brought it here directly! Now I have to go back and get it again. "
Saber rolled his eyes and turned to look at Bruce. "Before I come back, stall them with the mercenaries! OK？”
Bruce nodded and put the black bat-helmet on his head. At this moment, the complete Batman, the powerful guy, appeared again. He threw a bunch of car keys to Saber.
"My garage is next door. If you're lucky, you should be able to find some fast cars there."
Saber took the keys with satisfaction and put the dark red helmet on his face. The Red Devil … Well, this name was too weak.
But just as Saber turned to head to the garage, Bruce's left hand rested on his shoulder.
"The evacuation of the people in the city hasn't been completed yet. You have to listen to my orders. We have to destroy it in a suitable place!"
"I actually think Narrow Island is the most suitable."
Saber turned his head. His teasing tone made Bruce very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously rejected it.
"Narrow Island won't work! There are too many people living there. Once a chain explosion is triggered, it is likely to cause a fire. When so many people are in fear, it will be a disaster. "
His tone was firm and righteous. If someone else said this, Saber might have thought it was an argument, but Bruce was mentally unstable, so what he said was probably what he thought.
"Then, can you save them?"
His reply was somewhat playful. Under the dark red helmet, his voice was muffled.
"Buddy, I know you don't want to harm the lives of any civilians, but great hero … There are 110,000 people in Narrow Island, and the entire Gotham has 8 million people. Now that the mercenaries and shadow dancers are fighting each other on Narrow Island, it has become a battlefield. Great hero, can you save them?"
Bruce was silent. He couldn't do it. No one could do it. Saber sneered. He shook his shoulder and broke free from Bruce's left hand. He tossed the car keys around in his fingers.
"So, you can't save them, but at least you can save others. Think about it, even if only one-tenth of the people inhaled the poisonous gas, 800,000 people will go crazy. Even if the National Guard enters the city, it will cause more chaos. Maybe you can take a gamble. Maybe Ducard is unlucky?"
"At the end of the day, it's just a choice. Sacrifice a small number of people to save the majority. This is always the victory of humanity. You don't really think that you can do everything with willpower and not giving up, do you? Great hero. "
Saber's voice faded away with his footsteps. "Saving the world perfectly is just a fantasy in stories. In this day and age, what do you do without sacrificing something else? If you can't make up your mind, if you don't want to be cursed, then let me do it. I don't care anyway. In your eyes, I'm just a violent maniac, a villain. "
"Think about it, Bruce, Big Bat, I'll wait for you at the entrance of Narrow Island. You see, I'm just a hired man, so you have the final say on what to do."
He didn't feel any pressure. He followed the dim path into the garage. This should be the underground of Wayne Castle. The raging flames on the upper level couldn't reach here. At a glance, there were only a few cars parked in the huge garage, but all of them were exquisite.
In the middle of the garage was the silver-gray Lamborghini at the entrance of the Old Gun Bar. It seemed that the two beautiful ladies had returned the car to the Wayne family, but Saber's eyes didn't linger on the luxury car for even two seconds.
He couldn't drive this kind of car on the battlefield. It wasn't because it was too gorgeous, but because these sports cars sacrificed too much for speed. It was especially obvious in terms of safety. A bullet was enough to kill both the car and the driver. For the same reason, several other stunningly handsome sports cars were also ruled out.
And in the shadows of the corner, Saber found a new toy. He reached out and took off the camouflage on it. The next moment, an oversized black tank with sci-fi style reactive armor appeared in front of him. The thing's four thick wheels stopped steadily on the ground. It looked like a tank, and there was a flamethrower on the back. Its valiant appearance immediately piqued his interest.
Just looking at this thing was enough to make one's adrenaline soar. He rubbed his hands and circled around the tank a few times. The black shell that was folded with multiple angles was not made of pure steel. From the sound he made when he knocked on it, he could tell that the bulletproof function of this thing was definitely top-notch. Even a small artillery shell would not be able to destroy it.
But in the end, Saber pursed his lips and gave up on it. First of all, the more sophisticated the thing was, the more troublesome it was to operate. Saber's personality wasn't suitable for such sophisticated things. Secondly, compared to his pure duty of rushing, Batman's job was to rush into Narrow Island, which had now become a battlefield. This kind of rough, tough, and lethal thing should be left to him.
On the contrary, he could play with it after the battle.
But Saber didn't feel sad, because he soon found something that made his eyes light up.
In the shadows next to the heavy Batmobile, a big black thing stood there quietly. From its appearance, this thing was definitely a motorcycle, but its size was more than twice that of an ordinary motorcycle, even more than two times that of other heavy motorcycles. The body was completely one with a black frosted finish, and it shone with a psychedelic glow under the garage lights. It had rows of slanted exhaust holes, and special tires that were horizontally arranged in front and back were a unique style of four wheels.
The whole thing looked like a column full of science fiction, but it was full of a seemingly rough industrial beauty, which could be said to be the extreme of violent aesthetics. This thing also existed in another world, and this was the first time Saber was so close to this "rolling work of art".
Dodge Tomahawk... the only motorcycle in the world that was not allowed on the road by any country. It was definitely the king of speed among heavy-duty motorcycles. Everyone who loved speed should not forget the following data: This metal beast's top speed reached an astonishing 670 km/h. If it was changed to the speed unit set for fighter jets, we could call it Mach 0.55. The only problem with this tank that did not belong to the previous era was that it would cause the four tires to rub against the ground due to its excessive speed, causing the body of the tank to burn.
Just because it was too fast, it became the only problem that it couldn't be used on the road.
"It's simply a perfect work of art!"
Saber exclaimed. Without hesitation, he took the key that belonged to the black beast from the car in his hand and threw the other keys on the Batmobile's shell. He then straddled the seat of the heavy motorcycle with a look of pilgrimage on his face.
This special black Tomahawk did not have a cumbersome identity verification. After inserting the key, Saber pressed the start button of the motorcycle. The engine's first low roar resounded through the garage, like the roar of a sleeping king of beasts.
His body bent over the vibrating body of the motorcycle, both hands holding the handle. Even through the armor and a layer of cold metal, he could feel the restless energy coming from inside the motorcycle. He took a deep breath and gently turned his left hand. The irritable beast could not wait to rush out of its cage.
Saber's eyes flashed a glimmer of light under the dark red lenses of the helmet. The next moment, he and the motorcycle rushed out at the speed of teleportation.
The motorcycle only needed 2.2 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h. The moment he rushed out of the Batcave, he could feel the extreme speed, even directly breaking the water curtain in front of him. It was as if a pair of invisible hands of God were pushing him forward. The lights on both sides retreated rapidly. Saber's attention was completely focused on the road in front of him.
Gently turning the handle, the front row of tires slightly slid to both sides. The four wheels touched the ground, giving the black beast a super strong grip. At the moment when he turned the corner, Saber felt that his body did not tilt more than 20 degrees and completed a 70 degrees turn.
"This is simply heaven!"
He sighed again and continued to twist his wrist. The next moment, a more powerful roar of the engine resounded in the darkness. Saber's speed increased again, as if he was really flying.
The scorching air spewed out from the exhaust vents smashed onto the ground behind them, even drying the moist leaves in an instant.
A few minutes later, a heavier roar rushed out from the starting point of the rut. The black tank-like Batmobile rushed out of the water curtain. Under the black mask, Bruce Wayne's eyes had a trace of determination and determination. He had not thought of the answer to the question Saber left for him.
Which was more important, 110,000 people or 8 million people?
Perhaps this question would never have an answer, but Bruce clearly knew that it was time for him to take action … Let the battle decide the direction of everything.
This man and Saber were almost polar opposites in terms of personality, but they had something in common. At least both of them knew that meaningless arguments would not solve the problem.
In the darkness, a door opened in front of the two speeding people. Behind the door, there was a hearty battle. No one knew whether it would be destruction or salvation.
However, they were like unsheathed sabers, charging forward in the most heroic and courageous manner.
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