Day 22 of customs clearance
Flames shot into the sky with the explosion, leaving the concrete building half in ruins and half teetering on the brink of collapse. The orange-red flames raged, and the burning wooden decorations lingered for a long time.
What's even more nauseating is that the tip of my nose is filled with the smell of burnt protein, which flows from my nasal cavity down my esophagus into my stomach.
The Arkham Knight activated the air circulation system inside his hood; even though he had smelled it many times, he still wasn't used to the smell.
A black, modified heavy motorcycle was parked at an angle on the side of the road. Its matte black body was hidden in the night, and only when you got closer did you realize that there was a motorcycle parked there with expensive markings all over it.
The wide tire treads under the short fenders are perfect and flamboyant, deeply attracting every Gotham night's 'scavenger'. Unfortunately, the fierce fighting here a few minutes ago scared everyone away, so no one went up to touch them and take something with them.
One of the Gotham City Ghost Stories' rules: Only the strong deserve to own tires.
The Arkham Knight kicked away the guy who was already beyond dead at his feet.
The newly conquered territory and the newly recruited underlings could not stir any emotion in the Arkham Knights at this moment.
However, after receiving the death knight's message, the Arkham Knight changed. His mood fluctuated, and it could be said that he was two parts shocked, three parts confused, and five parts gloating when he heard the news.
Batman was thoroughly humiliated by his own men and even lost the fight against Adrian. Ha!
Blood and fire could not quell the Arkham Knight's rage; Batman was the only antidote.
The Arkham Knight gripped his gun, no longer glancing at his achievements, leaving the cleanup to Deathstroke—a task he could handle perfectly.
Arkham Knight was eager to see Adrian, wanting to know what news Deathstroke had given him and what Adrian had done to Batman.
He had considered many possibilities, such as betraying Batman and making him lose face, or escaping Batman's relentless pursuit, and so on. The Arkham Knight couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Like a sharp arrow, his heart yearned to return home.
"What did you say?!"
The Arkham Knight exclaimed in surprise, "How could this be? No, this is wonderful!"
Batman prides himself on justice and refrains from killing, yet now the enemy right under his nose has killed the criminal he was supposed to protect. The Arkham Knight suddenly sneers.
Seeing his increasingly gloomy boss, Adrian had to remind him, "It's too early to think about these things now. We're not sure if the dead scarecrow is real, and no one can fake it exactly the same. But at least three identical scarecrows appeared yesterday. We don't know which one is real and which one is fake, and we don't know what their plans are."
Arkham Knight fell into thought. He turned to Deathstroke and asked, "Slade, what's different about Gotham that you've been monitoring lately?"
Deathstroke, who looked old but was strong enough to kill three bulls, pondered for a moment, "If yesterday's real and fake scarecrows don't count, then everything is under control."
The Knight of Arkham suddenly asked, "What about the Bat Vigilantes?"
Deathstroke froze, frantically thinking for a split second: He'd caught the vigilante bat? How come he didn't know?
His gaze then shifted to Adrian. "The knight is asking if you've caught the bat vigilante. Answer me now."
Adrian: ?
He's the vigilante who catches bats, isn't he?
Before the Arkham Knight could begin to show any doubt, Adrian gritted his teeth and glared at Deathstroke: "That's right, everything is under control."
At this moment, his concern for his subordinate came a little late: "How many days will it take for you to recover? Will you still be able to participate in the operation? If not, I will send someone else to assist you. Getting better is the most important thing."
The Arkham Knight carefully examined the seemingly ordinary young man before him, and his left and right hands, whose ambitions were unclear.
Now, he is half-paralyzed in a brand-new wheelchair, his left leg, heavily cast, is awkwardly propped up on the footrest in front of him. There are several stains on the surface of the cast from somewhere. He supports himself with one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and taps the cast on his leg with the other hand, making a banging sound. His face is completely wrapped up like a "zongzi" (a type of Chinese rice dumpling).
Thick white gauze was wrapped from his forehead to his chin, leaving only a comical panda eye showing.
It appears he has five broken ribs and a fractured leg.
"Why don't you rest for a couple more days?" the Knight of Arkham sincerely suggested.
"No, I can do it, right away."
Adrian was startled awake, stood up amidst the shocked gazes of Deathstroke and the boss, and then, to their astonishment, fell back into his wheelchair.
The process lasted less than two seconds, a mere flash in the pan.
[Reminder: During the recovery process, a broken leg cannot be immediately restored. Please recover under reasonable circumstances and avoid startling the game character.]
[Leg injury +1]
Adrian:
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From the moment Batman stepped into the abandoned chemical plant, things began to unfold beyond his control.
The fact that Scarecrow and the Joker conspired to escape from Arkham and had not been captured for many days had become a major worry for Batman. After receiving news of Scarecrow, Batman rushed to the chemical plant, only to find that Scarecrow had hired thugs to hinder his progress. There was also a new type of poison gas attack, a sudden appearance of Joker virus infected people, and finally, a real and a fake Scarecrow.
This is also a major reason why he didn't put the scarecrow in Arkham Asylum; perhaps neither of the two he saw were real scarecrows.
Where is the real scarecrow?
“Sir, I think the criminals in Gotham also need a rest at this time,” Alfred said quietly, holding a roll of bandages.
The interrupted Batman instantly transformed into Gotham's sweetheart, Bruce Wayne awkwardly saying, "Just five more minutes, just five minutes. The drug analysis is at its most critical moment. Alfred doesn't need to sleep yet."
Two identical scarecrows, one a clown infected who can actively infect and command others—how can a paranoid, control-freak like myself possibly sleep soundly?
Behind them, in the isolation room, the Scarecrow and the Clown virus-infected individuals each occupied a one-way observation room.
Bruce resisted silently, his body covered in bandages.
"Tomorrow is Sunday. Perhaps the master will be willing to spend a wonderful holiday with his children, instead of leaving me, an old man, facing an empty manor and a mute, lonely master."
“...A-Fu.”
Bruce turned away guiltily and argued, "The kids are older, they need private time."
Afu continued to interrogate, "Then why did the master argue with young master Tim? Young master Tim's classes haven't been too demanding lately, and the Wayne Group's work is as usual, with no emergencies. So why hasn't young master Tim come home for so long?"
Bruce lowered his head.
Can he say that he had a big fight with Red Robin and forbade him from patrolling at night, and then Tim ran away from home?
Ah Fu saw that the old man was pretending to be dead and didn't speak, and understood everything. He sighed inwardly, "Perhaps you need to sit down and talk. The old man doesn't want his children to always be wandering outside. I think you've already experienced enough of your own childhood wandering and not returning home."
“Young Master Dick, Miss Stephanie hasn’t returned for over half a month.”
Still unable to suppress his sarcastic remarks, Afu harbored a great deal of resentment towards his unreliable father. If Bruce continued like this, he wondered if he would end up as a lonely old man.
Given Bruce's personality, Alfred thought he could wait for Bruce with his mouth glued shut and a group of young masters and ladies who were so angry they died at his grave.
"Okay, I think I will. I swear I won't start an argument with them this time."
Bruce assured Alfred that it was none of his business if they started arguing.
The butler, who had raised the master for many years, knew that he wouldn't be so honest, but at least he was willing to sit down and have a proper talk. Ah Fu selectively forgot the many times in the past that the meetings had turned into all-out brawls.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm shattered the slightly relaxed atmosphere in the bat cave.
Bruce instantly put on a mask, rolled out of bed, and Alfred pulled out a shotgun from somewhere.
"Your Majesty, this is..." Afu looked incredulous.
He didn't know how to describe the scene before him. The scarecrow, which had been sitting silently in the isolation room, was now rolling on the ground, shouting and yelling. Blood gradually soaked through his clothes, leaving only dark stains on the ground, followed by pieces of lumps.
Finally, the scarecrow fell completely silent, and the outside monitoring showed no signs of life from him, less than half a minute after the alarm went off.
Bruce rushed into the isolation room, but it was too late.
A figure rushed out of the elevator shaft, dressed in black and red, wearing a Domino mask.
What happened to Batman?!
"You're still in solitary confinement, how do you have access to the Batcave?" Bruce, disguised as Batman, took his hand out from under the button that shut off the visibility of the isolation room and questioned Red Robin.
Ah Fu, who was standing nearby, sensed something was wrong.
Sure enough, Red Robin sneered, "Fuck Batman!"
"You don't need to tell me, I will find out everything."
Superboy, lagging behind in the elevator, peeked at Red Robin and Batman. He tossed two escaped Joker virus infected individuals, tightly bound in straitjackets, into an empty isolation room, then looked around hesitantly and asked, "We've caught the last two Joker virus infected. What's wrong with you guys...?"
Why did he have to go through all this awkwardness? He's still a baby. Kang was afraid the flames of war would spread to him, so he couldn't help but quietly retreat.
"What are you standing there for? Batman doesn't welcome us."
"Sorry, Afu, I have to go now."
Kang looked extremely embarrassed at the butler: "Sorry, sorry, Red Robin, wait for me."
Oh, what a terrible meeting, Alfred thought to himself as he looked at Bruce, who was dressed as a statue of David, and reassured himself that it was alright.
It was just a small argument. Tomorrow is Sunday, things will be fine.
Alfred emphasized to Bruce in his Batman form, "Master, if you don't rein in your powers, what about your guarantee?"
Bruce's exit from Batman mode after Red Robin left was a bit awkward; he simply forgot.
Bruce ignored the advice and headed towards the newly captured Joker virus infected individuals. All five Joker virus infected individuals had been captured, and now he was even more confident in developing the Joker virus serum. He wanted to speed things up.
Adrian, who was far away at the base persuading the Arkham Knights, received a system notification.
"Isn't using the Oracle to lure out the Bat Vigilantes a good option? Our people have already surrounded the Oracle base; we just need a little help from the boss."
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