[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Without saying a word, Hugo followed Joward down the stairs.

This was the first time since he had entered Arkham that the brat had turned his back on him—the opportunity never came again.

He stepped onto the darkest third-floor jogging platform, and then attacked Joe Ward unexpectedly!

Taking advantage of his own weight, he directly crushed the black-haired young man on a pile of messy surgical equipment; the sharp scalpel in his hand ran along the gap in the gas mask, and pressed against the young man's fragile throat below him——

"Okay, I'm done with your father-son guessing game."

Hugo was panting heavily on top of him, and greasy sweat dripped down on Joward.

"Where is the file? Is there such a thing? Don't think that you are Hannibal's adopted son and you can talk nonsense. If you lie to me, I will skin you alive!"

The black-haired young man under him, after a second of silence, weakly whispered: "I just misremembered the location... Please, sir, please be merciful..."

Hugo: "Charity? If you end up telling me there's no such thing as a file, I'll show you what fucking mercy is!"

He grabbed the hair on the back of Joward's head with one hand, and dragged him up from the ground; because of the excessive range of motion, the scalpel that was close to the throat was temporarily deviated.

Then he felt a force of gravity, which hit his chin hard!

Joe Ward held the butt of the gun upside down, and his gas mask was blown away with the first blow, and the bridge of his nose was directly smashed with the second blow!

Hugo threw himself on the ground, still wanting to fumble for his scalpel in the dark, a silver light flashed from the corner of Joward's eyes, and he kicked the fallen scalpel away before Hugo.

Joward raised his gun and said calmly, "Your kindness, sir?"

Because of his weak physique, when Captain America and Batman taught him physical skills, they both taught him the way of one-knock down—especially Batman, who taught him some street fighting tricks, which can be described as poisonous. It's spicy, but in actual combat, these tricks are the basis for his survival.

Knowing that the situation was over, Hugo knelt on the floor, raised his hands, and his fat body kept shaking.

But through the almost nonexistent street lights outside the window, Joward saw an extremely fierce and fierce light in his eyes.

According to the personality of the murderer in Gotham, as long as he is given a chance to breathe, he will definitely fight back and take revenge, and he will never stop dying.

Joward considered for a while, and finally said: "I am going to break your leg, sir."

Hugo: "What?! No no no, no no no no—"

Joward: "After leaving Arkham, please seek medical attention near you."

Hugo: "No, no, no, boy, look, I'm an old friend of your father's, you can't do this to me, no, no—"

Joward held a gun in one hand, and dug out a strong steel rod from the garbage pile in the corner with the other, and swung it on his calf bone.

Hugo's miserable howl resounded throughout Arkham Asylum.

Joe Ward: "We could have gotten together and parted ways. I'm really sorry, sir. Thanks for the body armor and gas mask."

Before he left, he still didn't forget to pick up the scalpel on the ground.

He was in a hurry to do the task before and didn't pay attention; now when he returned to the stairs on the first floor and checked the lobby on the first floor again, he found a lot of messy bloody footprints on the ground.

The second bat mark is on a relatively clean white wall on the first floor.Below the bat mark, an arrow points to the left of the hall.

Joward immediately sprinted to the left.

Half of the turret was demolished, and the wall of the hall on the left was opened, and the roller coaster play area of ​​Arkham Amusement Park was soaked in rainwater.

He leaned on the pierced wall and looked at the roller coaster track in the rain.Under the palm of his hand is the third bat imprint, and beside it is written in the language of the ball - "hole".

Where is the hole?

He looked around for a while, and locked his eyes on the starting point of the roller coaster track - there was a huge monster head with a bright red mouth wide open, and a roller coaster that had not been used for a long time was parked inside.

Braving the rain, he cautiously tried to pass step by step.In the turret behind him, Hugo's wailing was gradually getting smaller.

The system reminded him: "Host, you have deviated from the mission route."

Joe Ward found the next bat mark in the mouth of the monster where the roller coaster started.This time the arrow was very long, intermittently extending deeper into the monster hole.

Joe Ward used his mobile phone to follow the arrow all the way, and finally found an opened secret door at the end of the roller coaster and under the track.

"well-done."

In addition to the arrow on the secret door, there is also a ball language written in blood.

Joward could almost imagine the grim dark knight's expression when he wrote this sentence.

With such a serious injury, he relied on his willpower to move forward.And he knew that if the backup plan for this S-level mission really came in handy, Joward who would arrive here in the future could only be alone.

So, he decided to leave a gentle word of encouragement for Joward who might arrive here.

Joward opened the hidden door in the floor.You can't see the depth in the dark, and there are no ladders.

So he jumped in without hesitation.

He fell on a stack of soft tent fabric.

The system reminded him again: "Host, you have deviated from the mission route."

Joward whispered: "He must be right."

The air underground is very foul.Even though he was wearing a gas mask, the smell of mildew, swill and all kinds of strange smells was still coming in through his filter.

He remembered what Hugo said, that Akamri might still have the scarecrow's poisonous gas.

If there is, then he probably inhaled a small amount of poisonous gas at this moment, causing hallucinations——

Otherwise, how could he vaguely see the back of the black cloak in this dim tunnel, in his wet and hazy vision?

He followed the blood-painted bat mark all the way.

The underground tunnel is very narrow, and it seems that the light of the mobile phone flashlight is very bright, illuminating every detail of the ground.

He saw bloodstains all over the ground.The black phantom lurched forward, dripping blood from under its broad cloak, sweeping across the cobweb-dusted ground.

When passing the corner, there is a half-palm blood print on the wall: the dark knight may have held the wall here for a breath, and then moved on after a while.

Joe Ward: "Check his status again."

System: "Assist [Batman] injury degree: 91%."

The degree of injury decreased a little, and Joward breathed a sigh of relief: "Does hibernation also have a healing effect?"

System: "Yes."

Joe Ward quickened his pace.

Due to the restriction of the facilitator of the S-level mission, he couldn't treat Batman within 5000 meters during the mission; then he had to finish the mission quickly.

He didn't know it himself, and he kept murmuring in a low voice: Wait for me, bat.

Halfway through the tunnel, another secret door appeared at the end.

This secret door was a thick iron plate, very heavy, and it couldn't be pushed open with Joward's arm.But the door had been blown open, propped up by an iron bar, long enough for Joward to squeeze in.

There are 5 such iron gates in a row.The further you go, the colder the air, and there's a pungent sewer smell.

System: "The first clue point has been skipped. The second clue point has been skipped. The third clue point has been skipped. The mission route has been updated.

Joward bent his lips and was about to say "Look", when the system said:

"Mission success condition: save the 'sheep'."

He froze for a moment.Continuously jumping levels following the bat mark made him not very familiar with the overall situation of this mission. He didn't understand what the "flock" represented for a while.

He walked through three secret doors and entered a cylindrical underground empty tower.

There is a long section of winding stairs in the tower. The stairs are made of iron frames, very narrow, spiraling down, and there is no end in sight.

The iron-framed stairs lead to a very deep ground, surrounded by closed earthen walls.Joe Ward had to be careful going down the iron bars, because if he accidentally turned over the stairs, he would fall into the invisible abyss below.

He walked halfway while holding the iron railing, and suddenly found that the blood dripping from time to time on the stairs had disappeared.

Joward was taken aback.

He held up the flashlight of his mobile phone, and first took a photo towards the bottom of the stairs - except for the cold darkness, there was nothing underneath.

One floor further down, there is a grappling hook hanging on the iron railing.

Below the grapple, there was just a short, empty piece of rope; Joward felt it to check that the cut was smooth.

He lowered the grapple and loaded the gun in his hand in silence.

— There are other enemies here.

Batman, who was already injured, was attacked again here, and then fell beyond the stairs-estimated to be the ultimate cause of 92% of his injuries.

Having lost the bat mark leading the way, he still proceeded vigilantly down the stairs.Because the mission map has been updated, the navigation green line circles down the stairs and enters an unknown underground space.

He didn't know how many floors he had descended.

The smell in the air is getting worse.

In the terrible smell of feces and garbage, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The system suddenly said: "Host, please be careful."

Joe Ward: "...you startled me. 2-3, what's up ahead?"

System: "The front is the mission target, but 2-3 detected an S-class criminal—the data is wrong. 2-3 cannot detect the criminal's level."

The never-ending navigating green line has finally come to an end.The stairs ended on an iron platform, and below the platform was still a dark abyss.

Joward looked up, the portal through which he had come, far, far above, now invisible.

There is also a door on the iron platform with "Arkham Test Field" written on it in print.

He opened the door with his gun.

Countless pairs of numb eyes looked at him amidst scarlet.

Even after being trained by Hannibal, at this moment he felt that his heart was a little bit overwhelmed.

This is a very, very vast underground experimental base.

But different from the cold laboratory style, countless smiling faces are drawn with bright red liquid on the wall, and nearly a hundred human bodies are hung from the ceiling, bundled into strange shapes.

Rows of living people stood there in the experimental base.

They had everything: ragged bums, women and children, muscular men with tattoos, old men past their [-]th birthday.But their expressions were surprisingly the same—it was the state of emotionless indifference remaining after suffering unimaginable suffering.

Joward remembered what Hugo had mentioned, that after a melee, nearly ten thousand people were buried alive underground.

Then these people should be the last survivors.

System: "The final destination has been reached, please start to rescue the mission target: 'The Flock'. The total mission target: 1489 people."

Joe Ward waved his hand in front of one of them, but the man didn't respond.

He walked cautiously against the wall, testing the next person; until he found a middle-aged man who blinked slightly in response to his shaking hand.

Joward lowered his voice: "Can you hear me, sir?"

Middle-aged man: "Ai... Li... Sha..."

Joward: "Who's Alyssa? Your wife? Or your daughter? Are they here?"

Middle-aged man: "Ai... Li... Sha..."

Joward simply followed him and said, "Alyssa is waiting for you above, sir. You need to get out of here quickly and follow the signs to the ground."

There was an extremely faint light in the eyes of the middle-aged man: "Alyssa...leave..."

He faltered and began to move slowly towards the door.

Joward took another's hand and told him to grab the middle-aged man's coat; then he took the next man's hand and grabbed the man's coat.

He made as little sound as possible, just walked through the crowd, connecting these numb people together.Some people didn't have hands, so he pulled the clothes of the person in front and the person behind, and tied the corners of their clothes into a knot.

These people's eyes were dull, but they were unexpectedly obedient.Once you have a leader, lead one by one and start moving slowly up the stairs.

The whole scene looked quiet and eerie.

Joe Ward: "Count for me, 2-3."

System: "22, 35, 42..."

This long worm made of people connected in series is slowly moving towards the exit.

There are fewer and fewer people in the experimental base.

Joward stood in the shadows behind the door, gun in hand.

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee..."

When the system counted 831 people, deep, gloomy, hair-raising laughter came from the deepest part of the scarlet room.

"You--should be ashamed of your actions--you--poor sheep thief--"

A man in a slovenly purple suit, with green hair tangled in dirt, rolled his eyelids nervously and shrugged his shoulders slightly, appeared in the crowd.

From the corner of his mouth to the ear, there is a deep scar; this makes his face look like a wicked smile anytime, anywhere.

The clown who had disappeared in Gotham for many days stood in the numb crowd, facing the little doctor in a gas mask and a white coat.

"Ah—" He tilted his head, his tone seemed a little confused, "Have I seen you in Gotham?"

Gunshots.

In the empty underground space, the gunshot sounded like a thunderclap.The people who were moving slowly were frightened and suddenly accelerated.

Half of the clown's ear flew out.

If he hadn't reacted so quickly and dodged the shot in time, his head would probably have been blown apart.

The young man with the shotgun approached quickly while pushing and pulling to load it.

A second shot rang out.

The second shot hit the clown's left leg, causing the clown to stagger and almost fall to his knees.

The hot gun barrel was aimed at his face, and the young man pulled the trigger for the third time.

click.

An empty shot.

"Ow."

The clown clutched his leg and screamed for pain, taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly found a bunker.

His originally lazy expression was completely cheered up at this moment, and his eyes under the thick and heavy colors flashed a terrible light of play.

"Goodboy - just started playing with guns, dare to kill people?"

Realizing that the double-barreled shotgun could only fire two shots at a time, Joe Ward stepped back to the door and started reloading.

The clown giggled, his eyes gradually became darker: "Do we have any grudges, little lunatic?"

Under the gas mask, the young man's voice was distorted, but calm to the point of coldness.

His voice was very low, more like talking to himself.

He said, "You don't regret dying."