Chapter 2020: Knight's Horror Night (IV)

The rain is getting heavier.

The thick dark clouds were like the lid on a boiling hot pot, with steam rising up and dripping down as it cooled. It was as cold as the seawater under the glacier, and as hot as the molten lava rising into the sky.

The rain was so heavy that it completely obscured the view. The two towering pillars of the Gotham Bridge were like the arms raised by giants. The loud noise made by the helicopter's rotors cutting through the rain almost completely obscured the conversation in the cabin.

"Damn, the weather is always like this in this place. If I had known I would have pretended to be sick tonight." The helicopter pilot adjusted his eyepiece impatiently and said, "Support Gotham? Don't be kidding me! Let's see. It’s better to find a sheltered place for a while, then go back and say the mission is completed. There’s nothing left to save in this city anyway.”

"Don't do anything stupid, Hank, we are here to get something. If this city is not too dangerous, why would we need an armed helicopter? The weather is getting worse. Try to connect to the Wayne Group's radio. Channel, let them find a place for us to land."

The helicopter pilot glanced down through the window, but the rain was too heavy and he couldn't see anything clearly. He had to raise his head again and look ahead, and then he saw a pair of ghostly eyes in the deep rain curtain.

"God! What is that?!"

Hearing the driver's exclamation, the two companions behind him immediately rushed forward and looked forward.

"Damn it, am I hallucinating? It looks like a car? And it's flying in the sky?!"

"Wait! What's that on its tail? Why is it on fire?... Damn it, it's a missile! It's a missile! Get out of the way!! Get out of the way!!!"

Zi La La——

"What's going on?" Barbara shook the wheelchair vigorously, took off the headphones on her head, threw them on the stool, and turned to look out the window.

"Why are the FBI helicopters here?! The Batmobile opened fire on them?! What the hell is going on?!"

"There must be trouble in the city." Robin also walked around the table as quickly as possible, walked to the window and said, "Something unexpected happened."

He took off the weapon from his waist, looked at Barbara and said: "You are not suitable to go out in this situation. Stay here. I will go out to look for clues. If anything happens, I will contact you through the usual communication channel."

"Wait." Barbara grabbed Robin's sleeve and said, "Take this."

She handed a communicator to Robin, took a deep breath, glanced at the group photo on the table inadvertently, and said: "You know that such a big thing happened, he can't stand idly by, Bludhaven It’s not far from here, you know what I mean.”

Robin squeezed the communicator hard, and then said: "Yes, of course I understand, but he also has his own things to do. I will give you the news soon."

Barbara sat in front of the window, watching Robin jump to the opposite building with a hook and rope, disappearing into the leaden gray of the rain curtain.

Barbara closed her eyes and let out a breath, tightened her jacket to make herself feel warmer, and before struggling to rock her wheelchair and return to the computer, she felt that there was still something she could do.

After tapping a few times on the keyboard, she accessed the Gotham Police Department's internal communications. The expected busy conversation did not appear. Barbara switched several channels before hearing a desperate cry.

"We are finished! Gotham is finished!... They are all dead, they are all dead, and I will die too. God, please save us..."

Barbara's movements froze. She stared directly at the screen to make sure that she had cut the correct line. She pressed her forehead hard with the hand that was not holding the mouse and grabbed the hair on her forehead. Pulling back, he finally let go and rested his hand on the keyboard.

With trembling fingertips, she pressed the button on the keyboard again, and she accessed the channel of her father, James Gordon.

"Listen, this is James Gordon. This is the message I left in the vault of Citibank in Gotham. We had no choice but to evacuate here in order to leave enough clues for those who come to investigate."

"The oxygen in the vault was only enough to last for thirty minutes, and there was a big problem with the air in Gotham. In just ten minutes, all the residents of Gotham who had no time to evacuate collapsed."

"No one knows whether they are dead or what, but please listen carefully to what I say now. If you are unable to avenge us, at least you can make the truth known to the public."

"About three hours ago, Scarecrow, the supercriminal who escaped from Arkham Asylum, claimed that he had planted over a thousand fear gas bombs in Gotham City."

"He threatens everyone in the city, especially Batman. If we fail to take measures in time, the city will be destroyed in twenty-four hours."

"But it was clear that he was not just a madman, but a liar. Within three hours he had taken action, and just minutes before we had watched our colleagues fall one after another."

"This is hell. I repeat, Gotham has become a hell on earth. If you finally hear my message, please warn everyone that the end is coming."

"If you can't save it, please at least hold on until the next morning. Please don't feel sorry for the sacrifice of your loved ones. At least we are still here to guard the night and then meet again in hell."

Du-du-du--

Snap!

The earphones slipped from her trembling fingertips, Barbara breathed in disbelief, and tears could not be restrained from her eyes.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the wall clock behind her, then hurriedly typed on the keyboard to check the time when the message was sent - 12 minutes ago.

"There's still time! There's still time!"

Barbara fumbled for the communicator on her body in a panic, but then she remembered that the mobile phone with the special number on it had been given to Robin. She pulled the hair on her forehead hard with her fingers and pursed her lips tightly.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, the other side of the communication connected again and said: "Hello? Hello? Peter, Peter! Are you there? Quick, go quickly, go to the Citibank vault opposite the Gotham Police Station. There is a group of policemen being arrested. Trapped there, their oxygen is running out!"

The other end of the communicator was eerily silent.

"Hello... hello?!" "Who are you looking for?"

A low and hoarse voice came from over there. Barbara was stunned. She immediately grabbed the microphone on the headset and said: "Who are you, where is Peter Parker? Answer me!"

"Batman's new assistant is here with me. If you want to save him, tell Batman all this."

"What?! You..."

Du-du-du--

Bang!

Barbara looked at the headphones that were thrown to the ground angrily, then her arms dropped down weakly, she closed her eyes, and her neck muscles kept twitching.

She bent down with some effort, picked up the earphones, pressed the familiar button, and said to the other side.

"Batman! Please, calm down or you will lose everything or we will lose everything."

"James is dying, that kid named Parker has been kidnapped, I don't know where Robin is, I don't know where Nightwing is."

"Tell me, Batman, how are we going to spend this night, how are we going to..."

Barbara's voice faded away, and Batman's pale face was illuminated by the fire from the missile muzzle on the side of the Batmobile.

Through the dark curtain of rain, he saw the clown's face behind the helicopter cockpit.

"That's it, Batman, end it all. Let the nightmare end this night. It's time for you to rest."

Batman slowly closed his eyes, but just when the laziness and empty emotions came up in his heart, he loosened his hand on the missile launcher button and pressed the communication button with a decisive gesture. button.

"People in front, listen, I am Batman. Land immediately on the roof of the nearest building and take the initiative to disarm, otherwise I will open fire immediately. Repeat..."

On the top floor of Wayne Tower, in the Gotham Weather Control Center, Peter stood in front of the control panel. Poison Ivy looked back at the fallen man behind her, and then looked back at Peter.

Poison Ivy felt that the man who had just been knocked down by Peter should be at least twice as heavy as her, and he was wearing a black and gray metal armor that was somewhat similar to Batman. He looked strong and advanced in the same vein.

But just a few minutes ago, Peter had knocked the man down with one move from her - and even before the uninvited guest hit the ground, the shining filaments flew out.

"What are you going to do?" Poison Ivy's Adam's apple twitched as she watched Peter walk towards the man.

Peter didn't reply, but walked straight to the man lying on the ground. Poison Ivy took a closer look and found that the man was not dead, and his chest was still heaving. She guessed that he might be the mysterious filament that Peter shot out. He fainted.

Peter, who was half-kneeling beside the man, raised his head and looked at Poison Ivy opposite him and said, "We have to find a way to escape. You don't think Batman will let us go after we've caused such a big trouble, right?"

Poison Ivy was choked. She stared at Peter blankly and said, "How dare you do it even if you know this?!"

"That's because I'm sure to escape." Peter said while groping on the man's armor: "How a shocking plan was thought up and executed is not important at all. The most important thing is that after executing this How to plan and run away after causing a huge disaster, this is what the doctor emphasized repeatedly. "

"We have to run quickly now. If we get beaten later, we will definitely not be able to run away. Come here and lend a hand and turn him over."

Poison Ivy finally walked over and turned the man over together with Peter. The moment she took off the mask, her expression moved slightly.

The face was younger than expected, and more importantly, there was a capital letter "J" on the cheek.

"What are you going to do with him?" There was some hesitation in Poison Ivy's tone. She took a deep breath, pursed her lips and said, "Well, Batman saved me, and I have to return the favor to him."

"Listen, this kid should be Batman's former assistant, but he disappeared for some reason, and now he's back. I advise you not to kill him, otherwise it won't be as simple as just getting beaten."

"You're wrong, I didn't intend to kill him." Peter knelt on the ground, shook his head and said, "I don't kill anyone."

"You couldn't have deceived Batman with this trick, right?" Poison Ivy gritted her teeth and said, "You damn bastard, you dragged me onto the pirate ship. If you didn't take me with you when you dared to run away, I, I will let Harley smash your head into pieces!"

"Stop talking nonsense and steady his body."

Peter put a hand on the man's breastplate, Poison Ivy held his head straight, and then a scene appeared that almost scared Poison Ivy to the point of sitting on the ground.

Red mucus began to flow out of Peter's arm, spreading all the way along his chest. A mass of sticky liquid first covered the man's face, then flowed into his mouth and nose, and disappeared almost instantly.

Then, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no pupil or white in his eyes, only a blood color.

His limbs twitched, and he stood up staggeringly like a zombie, and returned to normal within a few seconds.

At the same time, Peter's communicator rang, and Barbara's anxious voice came from the other side.

"Hello? Hello? Peter! Peter! Are you there?! Hurry! Go! Go to the Citibank vault opposite the Gotham Police Department..."

A hand covered with black gauntlets took the phone, and a low and hoarse voice sounded in the communicator.

"Who are you looking for?"