Chapter 606
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To The Bruce, tonight's ritual wasn't a "game." It was just an "execution."
Every year, he and his army would secretly arrest a few people who opposed the bats or were not loyal to the 'faith'. Then, with the help of Professor Kliber's technology, they would transform them into supercriminals. Then, on the night of December 21st, he would release these people and engage in this so-called game of tag.
On the surface, everyone had a chance to win. As long as the 'villains' could kill The Bruce, they would gain their freedom; and as long as the civilians could kill any one of the villains, they would gain the chance to challenge the King of Gotham and replace him.
But in reality … everything was under The Bruce's control. The vehicles of the 'villains' were all tampered with; their brains were messed up by the chip; their movements were always under surveillance; and the weapons given to them were all one bullet …
In the past few years, no one had even managed to escape from the vehicle. The reason was simple. Without any tools or external help, they could not break free from the seatbelts or other restraints. The only thing they could do was drive around the city in a state of confusion and eventually die in a car accident or from The Bruce's pursuit.
Only in a very rare situation would the 'villains' be killed by the armed civilians. Once that happened, The Bruce would keep his promise and fight the challenger head-on. But as for the result of the battle … as mentioned before, the civilians in this universe were ordinary people from head to toe. And The Bruce's body was a war machine that had been modified over the years. The result was self-evident.
So, to put it bluntly … the annual 'ritual' was actually a blood sacrifice with heavy religious overtones.
In order to let the people who had been tormented by tyranny and poverty find catharsis and strengthen their faith, in order to let them experience the power and mercy of bats, in order to remind them of the horror of life without bats … this ritual would continue.
"Gordon, after killing Two-Face, I will rest for fifteen minutes. Let the 'Robins' locate Haley and Poison Ivy's coordinates so that we can prepare for the next massacre. " As The Bruce controlled the plane to fly toward Xiao Tan, he was already planning the next step.
"Uh … About that." Gordon's voice came from the other side of the walkie-talkie. He sounded hesitant. "Two minutes ago, Poison Ivy's tracking signal was also cut off … Now both her and Clown's whereabouts are unknown." He paused for a moment. "And … that Haley … she … she got a cold weapon from somewhere and used it to destroy all the mobile cameras that tried to get close to her. She even destroyed two of our hovercrafts … I can only order all the units to stay away from her for the time being."
"What did you say?" Bruce could not believe his ears (in this independent parallel universe, there was no setting related to the Justice League). "Are you crazy? Is she an alien? " He shouted angrily, "Forget it … Wait until I get rid of Two-Face and come back." After Bruce said that, he cut off the communication. This was because his Batplane had already arrived near the Two-Faced Person's out-of-control aircraft.
"Do you have any beliefs?" Bruce turned on the broadcast function on the plane, hovered in the air, and shouted to the civilians below.
"We do!" "Praise the Bat!" "Be loyal to the Bat!" "Long live the Bat God!" The crowd below erupted into a tsunami of responses.
"Okay, then … I'll give you — Two-Face!" As Bruce said that, he controlled the Batplane to aim at the disc-shaped aircraft that was flipping in the air and accelerated toward it …
At this moment, Xiao Tan's hands and feet were still fixed to the aircraft. Even though the disc-shaped aircraft was flipping repeatedly, he could not fall. Under the repeated high-speed flips that were out of his control, Xiao Tan was already dizzy. It was good enough that he did not throw up. Faced with the aircraft that was charging toward him, he was almost in a desperate situation.
"Hmph … easy as pie." Two seconds before he hit the target, the corners of Bruce's mouth had already curled into a smug sneer.
Unexpectedly …
There was a loud bang.
A red figure fell from the sky like a red missile and landed directly on the nose of the Batplane.
"What kind of joke is this …" The Bruce's face showed a rare look of surprise. Through the glass of the cabin, he saw a person — the clown.
A few days ago, this' clown 'was still lying in the lab of the Batplane Castle, undergoing modification surgery with a face full of fear. But at this moment, he seemed to have turned into another person … In the wind, he stood heroically on the cabin with a maniacal smile on his face.
However, Bruce's shock did not last long. The king that could rule Gotham for so many years was not to be underestimated. In less than two seconds, the Bruce recovered. He grabbed the control stick before him and stabilized the tilted body of the aircraft from the impact. He immediately activated the weapon system.
Two machine guns emerged from the two wings of the cabin and locked onto the target that was close at hand.
"Looks like I'll have to deal with you first …" The Bruce was a character that was calm and ruthless. After this sudden change that could not be explained by science, he was not afraid at all. "Hmph … After all, the mob down there has been waiting impatiently for a long time already."
He thought that as long as he fired the machine guns, he would be able to take care of the 'clown' before him, but …
Just as Bruce's finger was about to press the fire button, Feng Bujue punched through the Batplane's cabin and poked his upper body into the cockpit.
"Cough …" The next second, a strong hand gripped Bruce's throat. He only had time to utter a short syllable before he was unable to speak.
"Hi, Batplane." Feng Bujue smiled like a mental patient. In many ways, his imitation was perfect. "The game has just begun. Why are you in such a hurry?" He said as he pulled the Bruce out of the cabin.
"What … are … you …" Bruce raised both of his hands to grab Feng Bujue's wrists, and only then did the pressure on his neck lessen, and he managed to squeeze out those words.
"Hehehe … Who knows?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile. Then he raised his hand and tossed the King of Gotham out of the plane.
The crowd on the ground was silent. They looked up at the sky with their mouths agape as they watched the King of Gotham fall from the sky.
In the sky, a maniacal laughter rang out …
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