mtl008 Chapter 2476: Battle for the Cloak (32)
Chapter 2476: Battle for the Cloak (32)
Chapter 2476: Battle for the Cloak ()
The three of them were stunned. Jason leaned against the wall with his eyes wide open and said, "What's going on? Why is there background music?!!"
But there is no time to study this problem now. The guy in front of me is obviously not a human being. He is probably just a manifestation of a monster in the thick fog. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain how he can break the dense ice.
On the other hand, he could break the dense ice from the inside, so wouldn't it be like chopping melons and vegetables to chop the three of them? It would be best if the shield worked, but if it didn't, the time they spent standing there and resisting desperately would be enough for the opponent to double their strength.
After thinking it over, I can only run. This guy doesn't seem to have any special tracking methods. He should only have a forward vision like humans. He may not be affected by the thick fog, but it is limited after all. The best way is to get rid of him first and then hide.
"I'll hold him back," Jason said. "Now it looks like he'll be affected by inertia. The pistol can slow him down. You can take this opportunity to climb over the wall behind..."
As soon as Jason said this, he was in a trance for a moment, because he saw more surging eyes in the puddles on the ground. They were crowded together, big and small, constantly splitting and merging, becoming bigger and more real.
Jason was stunned. He said, "What's going on? We just ran here. How could our eyes move so fast..."
"I'm afraid the timer bar is not independent anymore." Tim said solemnly, "It is accumulated from time to time. Before, we just couldn't stay in one place for more than three minutes. Now, no matter where we go, the total time we stay still cannot exceed three minutes."
"What happens if it exceeds that?" Dick asked.
"I don't know, I hope it's not a death sentence." Tim took a deep breath and said, "I don't think it will be, but something terrible will definitely happen."
"Now how long do we have?"
"One and a half minutes."
"You guys leave quickly!"
Tim and Dick knew they couldn't hesitate, so they immediately climbed over the wall, because only if they went up first could they rescue Jason, and at this time Miles had already walked up to them.
Bang bang bang bang bang, Jason fired five shots in a row. This pistol was no ordinary stuff. It looked like the barrel was much thicker than that of an ordinary pistol, and the bullets fired from it contained the plant toxins provided to them by Pamela.
It is a powerful nerve agent. Even if the bullet does not hit the vital point and fails to kill the target, this poison can paralyze the target's body immediately.
But the poison only took effect in Miles' body for less than a second.
Firing five shots in a row after emptying all the bullets only delayed the enemy for five seconds. When Dick, who had already climbed onto the top of the wall, reached out to pull Jason up, the knife had already been swung down.
Stab it!
The knife cut Jason's calf. Jason had been pulled into the air, so the knife slid from three centimeters below his knee to his ankle, leaving a long and deep wound.
"Well!!!!"
Jason cried out in pain, but suppressed his pain reflex and cooperated with the two of them to climb over the wall.
The three men fell heavily to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air, but they could not stay because they did not know whether the white-faced killer named Miles could gain power from them through the wall.
So the two men lifted Jason up and ran towards the exit of the alley as fast as they could. At the end of the alley, they found a coffee shop with an unlocked door and carried him inside.
Jason was placed on a chair, and only then did he have time to gasp for air. Dick half-knelt down to examine his wound. The wound was very deep, so deep that the bone was visible. Fortunately, the opponent's knife was too sharp, and the incision was very neat, as neat as if it had been made with a scalpel on an operating table.
This greatly facilitated the stitching, and Tim pushed aside the sleeping coffee shop owner and began to search in his drawers.
This is an old-fashioned coffee shop with a wooden bar, a counter with snacks and sandwiches displayed, some wine and wine glasses behind it, and many odds and ends in the drawer. There is a passage on the side, and going up the stairs in the passage leads to the residence of the coffee shop owner.
Entering the bedroom, Tim finally found the iodine for disinfection and the sewing kit. Although it was obviously used for sewing clothes, it was better than nothing.
Dick was trying to find a way to stop Jason's bleeding. Tim came down with something in his hand. He glanced at his watch worriedly. They only had 30 seconds left. No matter how good the doctor was, it would be impossible to sew such a long wound within seconds.
"Be prepared, something terrible may happen." Tim began to prepare needle and thread, saying, "I don't think the fog will kill us immediately, but it will definitely make us scared. That's its purpose."
"I thought the situation was bad enough." Dick was referring to the thick fog before. He helped Tim and said, "I didn't expect there were so many serial killers in the thick fog. It would be great if Professor Schiller was here."
"Don't think of them as killers. They are just monsters that look like killers." Jason shook his head and said, "The purpose of their appearance is not to complete a certain work, nor do they intend to create a serial murder case. They just want to kill us."
"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them murderers." Dick sighed and said, "It's as if they were born to kill."
Tim had already started stitching, and because there was no anesthetic, the process was particularly difficult. No matter how strong Jason's willpower was, he couldn't be completely immune to his pain reflex, especially since the wound was close to his knee. Tim had already been kicked several times by him.
Jason grinned through his teeth and said, "This is what I've always wanted to do on the court, you damn bastard."
"You can't call everyone who beats you tactically a jerk." Tim helped him divert attention and said, "We rely on good coordination, not lucky footwork. I'll tell them how accurate your footwork is."
Jason laughed lowly, and the vibrations from his laughter made his body hurt even more, so he took another breath, but he still couldn't stop laughing.
The time passed quickly, filled with both pain and happiness. They saw more and more eyes appearing on the glass windows of the coffee shop, on the glass tables, and even on the faintly reflective floor.
Jason was busy with the pain and Tim was busy sewing. Only Dick noticed these abnormalities in between helping, but he was soon attracted by those fluttering eyes.
He saw a pair of eyes that stood still in the ever-changing patterns, like a deep black hole, like the only two footprints left on the white snow.
Dick shook his head as his vision shook, but soon the rest of his vision began to go black, leaving only the eyes, and he seemed to be wearing a mask with holes only for the eyes.
The vision shook, the lights swayed, and a half-naked girl appeared in the field of vision... Before Dick could see anything clearly, he raised the weapon in his hand.
That's right, it was him, it was himself. He raised the kitchen knife in his hand and chopped at the defenseless girl.
Listening to the screams and feeling the blood splattering on his body, Dick felt happy from the bottom of his heart, even though the girl called his name and looked like his biological sister.
The killing desire that had been suppressed for many years was finally released. Dick felt refreshed from the bottom of his heart, as if he had taken a good bath in a holy spring, and his body and mind became extremely clean.
Dick shook his head violently again, but the vision still lingered, the sense of relief seeped into every pore of his body, and he kept wanting to laugh triumphantly.
"No! No! No! Get away! Get away! Stay away from me!!" Dick yelled madly, and when the scene began to cycle again, he pushed the girl in front of him away.
What he heard was not the girl's cry of pain, but two very familiar screams. When he opened his eyes, Tim fell to the ground and the wound on Jason's leg broke open.
Dick came to his senses immediately, took back his hands and said in panic: "I...I...I didn't kill anyone, I..."
"What happened? Dick." Jason said, trying to hold back the pain: "We were just chatting, and Tim saw that you were distracted, so he wanted to call you, but you pushed him away."
"I saw some hallucinations." Dick also reacted at this time. In his field of vision, the only two bright holes looked like the holes on Miles' mask just now.
"I think I know what happened to that murderer." Dick took a deep breath and said, "The eye just appeared in the thick fog, and I saw the murderer's first-person perspective. He killed his own sister."
Tim had no intention of complaining. He got up again because when he was pushed away, he was still holding the needle in his hand and the sutures on his body. The momentary imbalance caused him to fall down, pulling the threads.
The threads were deeply embedded in Jason's flesh. When he pulled them, the threads were not long enough and cut the sewn flesh in the process.
Now, the edges of the wound, which originally looked as if it had been cut with a scalpel, have completely rotted away. Not only does it need to be sutured again, but the bad flesh must also be cut off.
Luckily, Tim had a knife with him and there was no shortage of alcohol for disinfection in the cafe, but Jason was already in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.
"I'm sorry." Dick felt very guilty. He said, "I shouldn't have been distracted. If I had been more focused..."
"No, I think you took the blame for us." Tim continued to pack up his things quickly, and said, "It seems that this time, every three minutes, the eyes will randomly attack one person, causing him to see certain hallucinations and go crazy in reality, endangering the entire team."
"Then perhaps our best bet is to go it alone," Jason said.
"No, this may be the purpose of the thick fog. It wants us to split up our forces, but it has never guaranteed that there won't be more monsters targeting one person in the depths of the thick fog." Tim said very soberly: "Once we fall into its trap, there will be no one to help us."
"I don't think we can separate." Dick was busy disinfecting the knife and said, "At least one person is injured now, and the other two can take care of him. If only one person is left, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"No one of us should be left alone, right?" Jason thought about it and realized that the Robins were divided according to the universe, so they were in groups of at least two.
The Arkham Knight, who is in a bad condition, is being taken care of by Spider-Man, and Barbara is also with them. So the only problem now is Batman. The two known Batmen in this universe may be alone.
The Batman from the main universe finally healed all the wounds on Arkham Batman. The recovery potion he brought with him was very effective. Although the opponent had not yet fully recovered his ability to move, he could at least sit up and talk.
"I have to find you a wheelchair." Batman said, "Next we have to go to the portal and see, I must find a way to completely destroy the portal, otherwise this universe will never be safe."
Arkham Batman nodded and said nothing. In fact, he was more worried about Jason's condition now, but he also knew that if more foreign enemies invaded, everyone's situation would only get worse.
"I'll wait for you here." Arkham Batman said and closed his eyes. He was going to take a nap and take the time to recover his strength.
Batman went out, but he was dazed for a moment. Why did the sewer outside the door seem a little wrong?
(End of this chapter)