mtl008 Chapter 3308 Bloody New City (57)
Chapter 3308 Bloody New City (57)
Chapter 3308 Bloodshed in New City (Fifty-Seven)
In the ward late at night, a pale and thin man was leaning against the head of the bed. Listening to the steady sound of the ECG monitor, he fell into a deep sleep, but was soon awakened.
He picked up the vibrating cell phone, walked out of the ward, and answered the call. The deep voice of the Pale Knight echoed in the corridor.
"I know the situation is very bad. Now the people are in urgent need of reassurance. I will hold a press conference at 6 a.m. tomorrow. I will try to restore their confidence and find a solution to the dilemma."
"Thank you, Ms. Weiss. Thank you for still being willing to help me."
The Pale Knight hung up the phone and looked at the figure lying on the bed through the dim light shining through the ward door.
"Harley..." The Pale Knight couldn't remember how many times he had said this name. But unfortunately, she couldn't respond to him now. She was still in a coma.
The Pale Knight walked to the end of the hospital corridor and opened the window. Unsurprisingly, Gotham was having another sleepless night. There were explosions and screams everywhere.
It took the Pale Knight several hours to suppress the hesitation and sadness on his face and become determined again.
As he walked towards the hospital entrance, a familiar figure also walked towards him.
"Good morning, Mr. Mayor. We're here to pick you up." Nightwing said.
The Pale Knight nodded to him, then got in the car and headed for the press conference.
When he stepped onto the podium, in addition to the reporters, countless eyes were focused on him. There was despair and hope in the eyes of the people.
There was only one light in Gotham, James Gordon. But now, he has fallen. The only one the people can count on is the Pale Knight.
They desperately hoped that the mayor, who had once led them out of darkness, could once again create a miracle and save them from this hell.
The Pale Knight saw it all and knew he had to do it, there was no other choice.
The Pale Knight reached out and adjusted the microphone in front of him. The moment he lowered his eyes, he felt a beam of light flickering on his eyelids.
He had no such experience and didn't understand what it meant. But the battle-hardened Nightwing suddenly realized it.
"Mr. Mayor! Get down!!!"
"boom!!!!"
A bullet pierced his chest, and the Pale Knight fell down with blood splattering.
Everyone was stunned.
The security guard rushed forward and blocked the mayor behind him. Soon another shot was fired, but this time it hit nothing. Instead, it made Nightwing aware of the sniper's position.
The shot Pale Knight was quickly carried away, while Nightwing rode on his motorcycle and angrily chased after the sniper.
The sniper point was on the rooftop of the nearest building. Nightwing threw down his motorcycle and rushed upstairs. After rushing to the top floor, he saw a bright red on the edge of the rooftop.
Nightwing saw a man wearing a red hood holding a sniper rifle, facing the direction where the Pale Knight was shot, observing the chaos on the ground.
Hearing the sound of the rooftop door opening, he turned around. Nightwing stared at him angrily, clenching the short stick in his hand.
"Who are you?!"
The other man fumbled with the sniper's scope with his leather-gloved fingers. He looked at Nightwing and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me. I've heard a lot about you."
Nightwing stared at him intently. The other person's voice was so rough and hoarse that he couldn't tell who it was.
"I heard you joined GTO," said the man in the red hood. "You're starting to realize something's wrong, right?"
Nightwing's fists clenched suddenly.
"You realize that Batman is not the hero you imagined. What he did was not to save the city. On the contrary, he became a fig leaf for the upper class, and you were his accomplice."
"Who are you?!" Nightwing seemed to have thought of an impossible possibility, and his expression began to become terrified.
He took a step forward and made an attacking gesture, as if trying to cover up his panic, but the other party took a step back.
"You can keep going," Nightwing heard him say, "but they're running out of patience."
After saying that, the mysterious man retreated directly to the very edge of the rooftop, opened his arms and fell down.
Nightwing rushed over and saw him swing to the other side of the building with a grappling hook, then disappear into the crowd.
But the name in his heart only rushed to his throat, but he didn't say it out loud, nor did he swallow it.
"Jason Todd..."
Nightwing returned to Wayne Manor in a state of despair. He felt that he had too many things to ask Batman, but he didn't know where to start. He didn't expect Batman to answer.
But Batman is surprised by his arrival.
Nightwing couldn't hold it in for a long time, he looked at Batman and said: "What happened back then? How did your first Robin disappear? Where is he now?"
Batman's reaction was also beyond Nightwing's expectations. Batman became very alert, he stared into Nightwing's eyes and said: "What did you do? Who did you meet?"
Nightwing felt very upset, he said: "Why are you always like this?! Why don't you answer my questions directly?!"
He leaned on the table weakly and said, "You make it increasingly difficult for me to believe that you know nothing about what those people did. If that's not the case, why do you always run away?! Tell me why! Batman!"
"what are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Nightwing yelled at him, "I'm asking you if you know that you are a lackey of the upper class?! Are you afraid that this secret will be exposed, so you killed everyone around you, including Alfred and Jason?!"
Batman was struck hard. He stood there for a few seconds without replying. Nightwing looked at him with red eyes and said, "I want to believe that you are not. But you never explain, and I can't convince myself."
After that, he took off his mask, left his weapon on the table, and said, "I'm sorry. But I won't help you anymore until you answer this question directly, Batman."
After saying that, he left Wayne Manor without staying for half a second. Batman was still immersed in shock and had not recovered.
When the distraught Nightwing opened the car door and got in, he found someone sitting on the passenger seat.
"Mr. Schiller? Why are you here?"
"I'm definitely not here to comfort you because you and Batman had a fight," Schiller said. "You don't have to explain to me what the two of you were fighting about. I just wanted to ask you something."
"what's up?"
"Some details about your interactions with Batman. In your daily life, do you feel that there is something wrong with him? Anything is fine, preferably emotionally."
This question was too sudden, and Nightwing didn't know how to answer it for a moment. But he had just had an argument with Batman, and his mind was full of things from the past, so he just said it casually.
Schiller took out his medical records and wrote them down carefully. Then he asked again: "This question is very important, and I hope you can answer it truthfully. Do you think Batman has a violent tendency?"
Nightwing opened his mouth and said, "After Alfred died, he was indeed a little...he might have been too sad."
"What about before? Nothing at all? What about emotions? Would he get angry easily?"
This time, Nightwing thought about it carefully for a long time, and then said: "Sometimes he does have some violent emotions. If you ask me, it's more like excitement. But not long after, he will be very depressed again, shut himself up, and not communicate with anyone."
Schiller wrote quickly, taking notes. Nightwing said a lot in a discontinuous manner, and he wrote it all down.
"Why do you ask this?" Nightwing asked.
"I'm a psychiatrist. I told you that Batman's mental condition is not optimistic. At first I thought it might be Alfred's death that stimulated him, but now it seems that it is not that simple."
Schiller paused and said, "I suspect this may be a hereditary mental problem, and someone is using something to reinforce Batman's mental problems and make his mental state worse."
Even though Nightwing had just had a fight with Batman, he still said, "Who would it be? Who would do this?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm still investigating. Thank you very much for your answer. If there's nothing else, please go back to the police station."
Schiller got out of the car and returned to his car. He stared at the recorded things for a while, then put away the medical records and drove to Catwoman's home in the downtown area.
Fiona is with Catwoman now. They are saving people in downtown. Mainly mobilizing the community to prevent bombings and murders and transport the injured to the hospital.
In just a few days, the girl had lost almost all her immaturity. Her red hair was as bright as a flame, and she stood on the street corner, constantly directing people to do their work.
After learning that the mayor was also seriously injured in the assassination, ordinary people seemed to have finally given up relying on others and instead planned to start saving themselves.
Their means of self-rescue are also very simple, that is, people who know each other in the community form an organization, and all the defense materials and weapons that can be used are concentrated in the hands of adults with stronger combat effectiveness, and then they will conduct uninterrupted patrols. If any suspicious person is found, they will be arrested immediately.
All the elderly, children and pregnant women are gathered together and placed in the safest center in the community. Others are responsible for logistics and providing survival guarantees for everyone.
Fiona was one of the first to take action. She was the first to propose such a system and used her father's prestige to successfully organize people. Their community has thus avoided many vicious cases.
The surrounding communities saw that this was effective, so they also gathered together. They blocked the gates of the communities with all kinds of waste and sandbags, sent people to guard and patrol, and organized teams to go out and plunder supplies. It was like a doomsday scene.
But no matter what, it was quite effective. Those who were bribed were all strangers, and they were driven out before they could enter the community. Some who wanted to rush in with bombs were also killed by remote shooting. They quickly reduced casualties to a minimum.
Although closing off the community has reduced casualties, it has also led to poor communication with the outside world and a gradual shortage of various supplies.
The poor results of the riots made the upper class even more dissatisfied. They began to announce that hospitals would no longer accept new patients, major supermarkets would close down and no longer provide supplies, and factory warehouses would be strictly guarded and no one would be allowed to approach.
The power of a community is too weak to compete with the bodyguards hired by the rich at a high price. Even if they robbed, they could not get much supplies.
They really had no choice but to unite on a larger scale, bringing together the best hands from several streets and communities and then dividing the work and cooperating.
Some people took guns, some prepared bombs, some lured the tiger away from the mountain, and some were responsible for keeping watch. No matter whether it was a hospital, a factory or a supermarket, they would rob and run after robbing, and move to another place after firing a shot.
Because the survival supplies were too scarce, if they couldn't grab them today, they might have nothing to eat tomorrow, so they didn't care about much else and emptied their magazines as soon as they met. Even a teenager like Fiona had several lives on her hands in just a few days.
Even they were considered conservatives. In some areas where resistance was more intense, they directly launched an occupation operation, blasting open the doors of major storage centers, and killing anyone who did not surrender immediately without mercy.
In an instant, the city was flooded with blood.
At the beginning of another morning news show, the host announced that this would be the last report, the TV station closed down, and Gotham was declared to be in a state of complete anarchy.
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