Chapter 2021: Knight's Horror Night (V)

The light of the truck illuminated the dark street, drawing a standard arc at the corner of the street. The moment the light of the lifting pole came on, a gauze-like light flickered across the name engraved on the factory door - "E Chemical Industry" factory". ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Rapid raindrops continued to pound on the top of the carriage. In the corner of the closed compartment of the truck, two figures with their arms tied behind their backs were crouched. The bumps of the vehicle caused the light from the crack in the door to flicker on their faces again and again. One round.

"What on earth did you feed him?" Poison Ivy looked at Peter next to her with a complicated expression, and then adjusted the posture of her tied arms to allow the blood to flow smoothly.

"You can understand it as a living drug." Peter kept staring at the crack in the door where the light came through, his illuminated eyelashes like a sharp sword, "It will initially lurk in the human body, completely undetected, and then Gradually influence your sanity with your own characteristics.”

"So is it a living thing or a drug?"

"It's a living creature." Peter looked at Poison Ivy and said, "It's an intelligent creature called a symbiote. It has intelligence and can communicate. Its main way of survival is parasitism."

Poison Ivy shuddered, and Peter continued: "The biggest characteristic of this kind of life is that it can perfectly inherit the personality traits of the previous host and silently influence the next host."

"The red bee has been in my body for a long time, so even if the other person is a heinous villain, he only needs to wait for a while before his conscience will find out."

"Do you still have a conscience?!" Poison Ivy said sadly: "You just destroyed Gotham a few dozen minutes ago. The Scarecrow is too conservative compared to you, and the Joker is not as agile as you!"

Peter blinked, and the light flashed on his eyelashes. He moved his body slightly, and then said: "Shh, we're almost at the station."

The truck slowly drove into the underground parking lot of E Chemical Plant, turning in a tunnel full of warning signs. When the red light on the garage door turned on, the car slowly stopped.

The driver got out of the car, and there was no movement for a long time. After a while, the sound of the door opening came again, and getting closer and closer was an angry voice.

"...They all fell down in an instant. It was crazy. I don't know what happened. It must have been caused by that damn Stagg! Fortunately, in order to prevent them from being invaded by the fear gas, I gave them to them early. Wear their masks.”

"But that makes no sense at all. He couldn't have opened the door to the laboratory and completed the plan alone. What on earth did he use to make everyone in the city fall?!"

"Are you scared?" The deep voice sounded again.

"Of course I didn't." The other party obviously raised his tone and said, "But this was not in my plan at all. I gave Batman the twenty-four-hour buffer time just to delay it. This is just a pretense."

"I need time to wait for the final completion of the cloud blast device, and I also need time to defeat the most important people to Batman one by one. This is his punishment!"

"And now that Gotham is going to be destroyed, Batman must be going crazy. If everyone he cares about is dead, he won't let us live!"

"You sound like a coward who's afraid of death."

"You...well, smart Arkham Knight, tell me where you caught Batman's little friend, and how did you get into the Batcave?"

"I didn't go in, they ran out on their own."

"Humph, they are indeed equally stupid." The person opposite sighed.

"If everyone else in Gotham City falls into a coma and their life or death is uncertain, Batman will not be distracted by anything. He will hunt us with all his strength. We must find a trump card to save our lives."

"Open the door, they're our last chance."

With the soft click of the lock, the door of the truck compartment was opened. Peter squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light. After the dazzling light dissipated, he saw a man wearing a linen hood.

"Scarecrow..." Poison Ivy called his name and said in a cold tone, "It's been a long time no see."

"Hahaha, Poison Ivy, why are you here again? How could your old sweetheart Batman tolerate you falling into my poisonous hands again?" The Scarecrow's tone has always been cold, and his body exudes like real straw. The smell of decay.

The two were dragged out of the carriage by the men brought by the Scarecrow and thrown to the ground. The Scarecrow walked up to Peter and held up Peter's face with his withered hands.

"Look, another fresh flower. Seriously, doesn't that rich man have any special hobbies? The boys he picked are all quite hot. Throwing them to Penguin will make his striptease bar a lot of money. of."

At this time, Peter had gotten rid of his youthful youth and began to truly mature. Both in appearance and body shape, he had begun to possess the charm of a mature man.

And he also has a special temperament, where the rationality of a scholar overlaps with the wildness of a beast, and when he raises his eyes to look at someone intently, there is a mysterious coldness that is hard to fathom.

The scarecrow waved his hand, and Peter's head turned away, leaving a shallow blood mark on the corner of his jaw.

The corners of Poison Ivy's mouth twitched and she said, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby. You used to lie to students a lot in college, right? Are you planning to let me watch you have sex all night?"

Although he was wearing a mask, he could clearly feel the scarecrow's expression darkening. He said calmly: "You should speak more, because soon you will never be able to speak again."

"It's a weak threat." Poison Ivy turned her head away.

Scarecrow turned to look at the man next to him called Arkham Knight and said, "Have you informed Batman?"

"Of course, he should have received the news by now. Have you and your men arranged the clues?"

"I'm faster than you." Scarecrow turned to look at the solution tanks placed next to the wall and said, "Batman will soon follow the wheel tracks here, and then find that he has been tricked again. There is nothing here except an explosion."

"Although I really want to see his disappointed expression, if we continue to delay, we have to leave with the hostages as soon as possible."

"Of course." Arkham Knight nodded, and then said: "But I think you won't mind if I leave the old man a message. Maybe he will be angry and call you." The Scarecrow sneered. Then he said, "Whatever you want, let's go."

After saying that, he led his men to carry Poison Ivy and Peter into another car, while Arkham Knight stayed where he was. Then he walked to the wall and dipped his fingers into some unknown fluorescent solution. There was a line written on the wall.

"I trusted you so much."

When the last stroke came down, Arkham Knight didn't take his hand away, and one scene after another flashed before his eyes.

Suddenly he heard a voice asking.

"Then why don't you tell him yourself?"

"No kidding, he's Batman." Arkham Knight heard himself reply.

He shook his head vigorously, looked back at the empty underground parking lot, pressed his mask to confirm that the filtering device for the fear gas had not failed, and turned to leave.

A shadow left, and another shadow came. The water splashed by the sudden brakes splashed around the corner, and the heavy footsteps echoed in the empty underground parking lot.

There was nothing here. Batman turned his head and saw the line of words emitting fluorescence in the darkness.

"I trusted you so much."

Batman walked to the front of the line of words and gently touched the liquid with his finger. His finger was stained with a little fluorescent pigment, but what he didn't realize was that the little bit of red in the pigment was gradually turning into fluorescent green, gradually sinking under his gloves and disappearing into his body.

The next second, the fire of the huge explosion became the last light in the rainy night.

The military off-road vehicle sped on the street. Peter, who was tied in the back seat, looked at Poison Ivy. Peter blinked at her a few times and gently touched Poison Ivy's arm with his elbow.

Poison Ivy turned her head to look at him and found that Peter was pointing out the window. Poison Ivy raised her eyebrows, and Peter pursed his lips helplessly and pointed out the window again.

Wait, stretch out your hand?

"Ugh!!!"

The driver was strangled by Peter's neck, and the tiny vines instantly unlocked the car door. With a bang, the car door was kicked open, and Poison Ivy felt that she was almost thrown out by someone grabbing her arm.

Peter then rushed out of the door, really rushed out of the door, using the car door as a shield, and blocked the bullets fired by the men in the Scarecrow's convoy behind him.

The two rushed into the building in front of them, leaving only a series of brake sounds and Scarecrow's angry curses.

Because the power maintenance system was not working, the two could only rush up the stairs, running to more than ten floors in one breath, and then stopped in the stairwell to catch their breath.

"Good boy, Batman is really lucky to have you as his assistant." Poison Ivy panted and sighed, "You have offended both the good and evil sides in just one hour. What should we do now?"

Peter was about to answer, but he heard Schiller's voice beside him: "Peter, how are you? What are you doing now?"

"Running, doctor."

"Very good, remember to run faster."

Poison Ivy looked at Peter who was in a daze with an inquiring look. After Peter came back to his senses, he exhaled and said, "If I say that using plant toxins to anesthetize people in the city is actually just the first step of the plan, will you fight me to death?"

"I really want to beat you up now." Poison Ivy held her knees with both hands and continued to pant and said, "Or you can put down this damn shield and try."

Peter immediately raised the shield in front of him and said, "I'm not that stupid, and you definitely can't beat me. I have seriously practiced using a shield as a weapon."

"Can you get down to business?"

"The second step is to drug Batman."

Poison Ivy coughed violently.

"And it has succeeded."

Poison Ivy almost choked herself to death.

"This magical race called symbiotes can produce offspring by splitting themselves." Peter sat on the windowsill behind him to rest and said: "You only need to split a few factors to produce a brand new offspring. According to my research, the direct descendants of symbiotes often have a strong hostility or appetite towards their parents."

"It can also be understood that they want to return to their bodies and reunite with their parents. The more power they consume, the stronger this desire is. This strong desire that humans cannot understand will subtly affect the host's mind and make them start to hunt blindly."

"So?"

"I put the symbiote into the body of Arkham Knight and let the symbiote leave the split factor in the underground garage. If nothing unexpected happens, the offspring symbiote is now in Batman's body."

"Ah?"

“So in the next period of time, Batman will follow the instincts of the symbiote to find the Arkham Knight. They should fight for several rounds, and we can take a break for a while.”