Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 122 He who is gradually approaching (13)

Cold rain fell again in the night sky of Gotham. The raindrops hit the ostentatious neon signs at the end of the street, with misty lights, flowing down meanderingly, merged into the dirty muddy water, and were swallowed by the city's sewers.

The clouds in the sky hang down, and the undulating shapes can be vaguely seen, which is the contrast, blending and division of gray and dark.

Bruce Wayne stood in front of the huge French windows, standing in the light and looking out at the darkness.

"what……"

He didn't seem to be sighing, but more like he calmly squeezed out all the air in his chest cavity, and spit out the turbid air on the cold glass window through his unconscious slightly opened mouth.

Putting down the wine glass in his left hand, it was already empty.Bruce tapped the glass with his finger, sliding slowly, and drew a rough bat head on the white mist, just like his own bat mask.

The sprayed mist gradually disappeared from the glass, the stick figure of the bat dropped a small "tear", and the mist condensed, an extremely simple physical phenomenon.

Before the small water droplets fell to the bottom of the glass, the entire white mist had disappeared. The empty eyes and pointed ears disappeared into the night together and merged with the darkness.

"Light...Darkness..."

"Master."

Alfred's voice interrupted Bruce's thoughts.

"You have been standing by the window for a long time. I need to remind you that the injury of your left leg has not completely healed. Standing for a long time is not a good way to heal your injury."

Standing with hands behind his back, Alfred, with gray hair but a warm smile, lowered his eyes slightly, saw the wine glass in Bruce's hand, and also saw the wine bottle on the messy long table.

"Apparently, neither is drinking."

Alfred stepped forward to collect the wine bottles and tidy up the messy long table.

There are all kinds of strange documents on the table, and many strange words like urban legends can be vaguely seen.

Mysterious disappearances, gods in the clouds, electronic ghosts...

Alfred didn't say anything. The owners of the Wayne family always seemed to have endless curiosity, and it just so happened that they had enough financial resources to match their curiosity.

Let him go and toss, so what can he do.

"Al."

Bruce stepped forward, seemingly helping Alfred clean up the table, but in fact took the bottle without a hitch.

"If I want to go out and watch the rain, is there any good place?"

Alfred, who was advising Bruce not to move around a moment ago, replied without raising his head: "There is a holiday villa on the west side of the mountain, with a floating covered bridge made of glass and a semi-open viewing room. , very suitable for...Young Master?"

Alfred saw Bruce walking to the window again, holding a glass of wine and looking at the night rain outside the window.

"Of course, if you want to go out and walk in the rain to experience the night rain in Gotham, my suggestion is, just bring an umbrella."

"Oh, Al, isn't there a better choice?"

"It's not a good choice to go out to enjoy the rain wearing a bat armor."

Bruce didn't speak, he just looked at the rain outside the window, and when Alfred was about to turn around to leave, he said softly, "Lynn has been away for a few days."

Alfred's answer was succinct: "Three days."

"It's been three days...Al, tell me, why hasn't he appeared..."

"Master, I don't understand what you mean, isn't Lynn..."

"I'm not talking about Lynn."

Bruce turned around, put down his wine glass, and when he was about to speak, the glass vibrated slightly, and he heard the roar behind him.

"A nasty thunderstorm..."

"Master, that's not a thunderstorm."

Alfred's face remained the same, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he pointed to the window behind Bruce: "I'm afraid, I have no reason to prevent you from going out to enjoy the rain in the bat armor."

Bruce turned his head and saw out the window, in the extreme distance of sight, the steaming fire.

"Al, that's..."

"It's Pelican Bay Prison, sir."

After leaving an answer, Alfred turned around and pressed an inconspicuous place on the copper waistline of the fireplace. A door was opened behind the wall, revealing a deep downward passage.

Alfred walked into the cave. He wanted to prepare the bat armor for Bruce so that the young master could enjoy the rain.

By the window, Bruce took another breath and drew a bat with wings spread on the glass window.

"So... will it be you this time..."

Lynn's voice seemed to appear in his ear again: Believe me, you will be busy.

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As Gotham's largest Type II joint prison, Pelican Bay Prison is divided into four different detention areas, which house prisoners of different sentences, and are not connected to each other, but are managed in one place.

However, today's Pelican Bay Prison is in complete chaos.

The walls outside the light prison area were completely blown up and disappeared, and those prisoners with lesser crimes had disappeared from the world.The other three districts also suffered heavy losses.

The most important thing is that the outer wall of the area for serious criminals also collapsed severely. While killing a large number of sleeping prisoners, it also allowed a large number of prisoners to take advantage of each other. With mutual help, they defeated the same criminals. The jailers and guards, who suffered heavy losses, ran away.

……

Gordon was also woken up in his sleep by the phone that never turned off. Together with other police officers who were not on duty but were also woken up, they rushed to the scene in the heavy rain.

On the way here, even though he had prepared for the worst, he never thought that things would turn out to be so bad.

Standing in the gloom and rain, Gordon, whose face was as heavy as rain, didn't know whether he was angry, cold, or trembling slightly with fear. He pulled a subordinate over and asked in a low voice, "...how is the situation. Those who escaped...how many..."

The subordinate shook his head, and replied with difficulty: "It's...it's impossible to count at all. There are still unknown how many people are buried in the collapsed buildings. It's just a conservative estimate... probably..."

"Say!"

"About 200 people. At least 200 people!"

Gordon let go of his hand and almost fell on his back in the muddy water.

200 people, 200 people!
Two hundred serious criminals are running for their lives and regaining their freedom.

It is night and it is still raining, whether it is footprints or other search criteria are greatly reduced, I want to use the strength of the Gotham Police Department to catch these 200 fugitives...

It's almost impossible.

"Director, according to the on-site investigation, the location of the accident is...the reason is...explosives..."

The subordinates are trying their best to report all the news and clues they can grasp, but these things can't help Gordon who is helpless at this time.

Someone ruined this place. This is not a prison robbery, but more like revenge.

A revenge against Gotham.

"I see."

Gordon forced himself to calm down, and gave up all conventional methods of search and rescue and pursuit, because he knew that it would be impossible for him and the Gotham Police Department to catch two hundred fleeing criminals in such night rain. It is impossible.

He didn't care about the scene anymore, the search and rescue work was already going on normally, even if he stayed here, he couldn't do anything.

Now the only thing he should do is to find a way to capture those escaped guys.

Seriously and silently walking back into the car, Gordon made several phone calls to report the situation to various superiors and apply for support. After putting down the phone, Gordon heard the sound of the car door opening and closing quickly behind him. At the same time, the car was also sink.

Looking up at the rearview mirror on the roof, Gordon saw his familiar figure through the glasses stained with rain and fog.

Batman, his friend, close collaborator.

"Old friend, do you have any news to pass on to me?"

When the two met, they didn't have any conversations such as exchanging greetings, and went directly to the topic.Gordon told Batman everything he knew, and the more he spoke, the more he felt powerless, and Batman remained silent.

"Gordon, I need traffic clearance."

"no problem."

"Okay, leave the city part to me."

"Well. Are you alone, Lynn?"

Batman paused when he got out of the car, slowly shook his head and said, "He has other things to do, and he has been away from Gotham for a few days."

Snapped.Batman pressed the car door and gently pushed it open: "This is our business, yes, mine."

The doors close and Batman disappears into the rain.

Gordon looked at the steering wheel and remained silent for a long time. After a long sigh, he started calling one by one.

This incident... I'm afraid it's not just about Gotham, it's not just about you and me...

Gordon only hoped that other cities would not be affected too much.

"I hope so... oh..."

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Batman in the night rain drove a sports car with a sci-fi shape and complicated operation on the road of Gotham.

This is the second-generation Batmobile that Alfred developed with him and secretly produced using a certain production line of the Wayne Group.

In the car, after obtaining Gordon's consent, Batman quickly contacted Alfred in the Batcave, hacked into Gotham's traffic system, and obtained the permissions of all traffic cameras.

"144 Hinkenton Street."

Alfred reported a location closest to Batman's accident.

The roar of the engine sounded, and the thick double-row wheels turned at a high speed after splashing a row of muddy water, turning in another direction.

Three minutes later, Batman, drenched in rain, sat back in the car, and two men in prison uniforms with bleeding mouths and noses and severed limbs lay lying in the muddy water behind him.

"Al, next location."

"Forrester's handmade clothing store, be careful, they may have changed their clothes, and a gun shop a little further away seems to have the same situation."

"receive."

The Batmobile gallops away.

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For four hours, Batman never stopped, running around the city all the time.

He used some heavy hands today, heavier fists than before, and a simpler and more direct way to remove the opponent's ability to counterattack and continue to escape.

In these four hours, he broke at least sixty hands and almost twice as many legs.

However, the rain is still falling, and the dawn is still late, and the hidden fugitives in Gotham City are becoming more and more difficult to catch.

"Visal Machining Factory, Bruce, be careful, I saw from the surveillance that there seem to be many fugitives, but..."

Alfred in the communicator was so hesitant to speak for the first time today.

"What's up, Al."

Batman was already driving towards that location.

"I don't know, I just feel that they seem to be purposely leading you in that direction. I don't know if this is my illusion, but...be careful."

"Ah."

Batman promised, "I will."

At the same time, the speed of the Batmobile reached the fastest speed tonight.

"That's not your illusion, Al."

The muddy water on the black road was splashed by the speeding Batmobile, then fell again, gathered together, and flowed into the sewer.

　In the current Internet cafe, there are a lot of familiar people...

He actually leaned on the back of my seat and asked me what book I wrote.

Private rooms are so expensive...does it cost 20 yuan an hour to surf the Internet now?

I use a 3070ti video card code word?Shouldn't this be a game of minesweeper or something?

Hmm... I'll test the Internet speed next time...

　
(End of this chapter)