Chương 2929: Chapter 2096: Knight's Terrifying Night (38)_1

Bang!

A cup was shattered on the floor, leaving a desolate spread of debris. An elderly general, hands resting on the armrest, watched the broken fragments impassively.

"Bruce Wayne dared to exhaust all means!" The general took a deep breath, "Who do you hire? How could they be caught by a bunch of amateurs?"

"Not only that..." The colonel next to him paused before switching his wording, "It must be the work of those lunatics."

The general settled into a serious demeanor and quickly regained his composure after his initial outburst. "Bruce Wayne has always been portrayed as a playboy by the media, but we all know he's not."

"If he had to maintain this disguise by doing outrageous things before, you must have noticed that he has already shown his true colors. He no longer intends to hide it. So why would he resort to this child-like means of venting?"

"The revelation that we had secretly deployed troops to Gotham near Wayne Manorwould indeed stir up a public uproar." The young general said.

However, the old general scoffed, stroking his white temples. "You should understand, it's never the public who decide these matters. Other than causing the military some embarrassment, his actions have no other effects."

"However, since they can already threaten our actual interests, he has no need to go the extra mile. It would totally block the path to future negotiations..."

"What do you think..."

"I'm afraid someone wants to help him block the negotiations." The general's eyes flickered with a cold light, "Either the lunatics in Gotham can't wait to leave the city, as long as Wayne loses the possibility of negotiating with us, the closure of Gotham Prison becomes inevitable, as does their freedom. The prison that those fools built can't hold these super-villains."

"Or..." The elderly general's voice grew more somber, his fingertips on the desktop even trembling slightly. He said,

"They've been fed up with the greedy Federal Bureau of Investigation, they're planning to throw the old chessboard into the trash, and find a new one."

The young subordinate displayed a curious expression, while the elderly general explained on his own: "They want to reshape Gotham into a new chessboard and choose a new guardian. That person is Bruce Wayne."

"Whether they are the shareholders of Wayne Enterprises or those people who need to exchange interests, they would definitely prefer Bruce Wayne. So far, his actions have indicated that he is a businessman. He will be more genuine, and more indulgent, than the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

The elderly general tapped lightly on the desktop with his knuckles, sighed deeply, and said: "They no longer want to hide, they want all of this to be taken for granted. The biggest problem they have ever faced was that people who dare to do it have no ability, and those who have the ability do not dare to do it."

"Now, Bruce Wayne has arrived." The old man closed his eyes and sighed almost prayerfully. "Now that he has raised his hand, someone will help him place it on the Bible.""

In the Batcave, Robin and Nightwing silently watched the surveillance footage of Gotham Bridge. Not only were there a swarm of Gotham journalists hurrying to the scene, but also a convoy of audacious reporters coming in from outside.

"What does Batman say?" Robin asked, turning his head.

Nightwing breathed a deep sigh, sat in the chair aside and made a circle with the chair. Then he said, "He said he instructed Peter Parker to do it. But I always feel what he meant is, no matter what Peter has done, you guys should not pick a fight with him."

"I think you're right, but this is too outrageous." Robin turned his gaze back to the surveillance footage. More eye-catching than the group of journalists on Gotham Bridge were the dozens of people hanging from the bridge's steel cables.

Indeed, these people infiltrated secretly and did not wear uniforms. Their identities could not be identified from their appearance, but someone had used colored spider silk to stick a line of big characters on them, "They are soldiers.".

Although the sentence was a bit nonsensical, the journalists could smell a big scoop in those few words.

The first mention of these people being soldiers meant that they were military personnel. So, the problem arose; If the military knew about the great catastrophe happening in Gotham and had the ability to deploy people, why did they only send a few people?

The whole city is shrouded in the shadow of a terrorist attack. You can't say that the entire army marches towards to provide relief. What about helicopters? Paratroopers? Airdrops of supplies?

Upon a closer look, this group of people were not wearing uniforms, and from their disposition and attire, they don't look like ordinary soldiers, but rather like Special Forces. Claims that they secretly sneaked in to arrest terrorists are hard to believe since they are the ones hanging on the bridge.

In short, either the military ignored the lives of the citizens, or they suffered a major loss at the hands of the terrorists. However you write it, it would be sensational.

You can't blame these journalists, who rushed to the frontline of the news not long after they woke up. Their report was bound to be moving; Wouldn't the Pulitzer Prize be a sure thing this year?

"Let's go and set them free." Robin sighed. "We can't hang them like that, it's quite cold outside."

Nightwing was about to get up, but hesitated. In the end, he called Robin back and said, "I think we should wait and see how things develop. After all, Batman didn't ask me to let them down, what if this is a part of Batman's plan?"

Robin also stopped in his tracks, realizing that Nightwing's point was valid. If Batman hasn't spoken yet, and they went on their own to disrupt Batman's plan, what would they do?

Nightwing, hugging his arms, looked up at the largest screen and said, "The kid still has some humanitarian spirit. He didn't hang them by their hands, but wrapped them into a cocoon. That material looks very warm, and more importantly, these people should not be afraid of the cold."

Robin glanced at Nightwing's expression and probably guessed who these people were. Then he laughed a bit self-deprecatingly, "If they are really here for the Batman Family, then their timing is impeccable. I really want to see their expressions when they encounter that kid, Peter Parker."

"Enough." Nightwing returned to his chair. Leaning on one hand, he said, "Even we can't catch him. Do you know where he is now?"

"I saw him going east earlier, but...forget it. Batman always has a fondness for the newcomers."

Nightwing laughed again, then, as if he remembered something, he said, "It's a good thing your predecessor wasn't here when you first arrived. I know Jason. He would challenge you to a duel, and then knock your two teeth out with a punch."

Robin shrugged and said, "I'm not that easy to deal with either, but that guy is indeed frighteningly strong... By the way, how's he doing? Should we give him a call?"

The island was as desolate as a small boat floating on the sea, devoid of human presence, until a jet ski drawing beautiful sprays across the sea from the coastline disrupted the long-standing tranquility here.

Peter Parker stopped the jet ski near the dock, secured it firmly with a Spider Silk to prevent it from being blown away by the wind and waves.

Then he began to unload food supplies from the trunk, as most of the long-term storage food had already been transported by speedboat. So, what Peter brought this time were just a few perishable seasonal vegetables, only two light boxes.

He carried the boxes into the cabin and caught sight of Jason curled up on the sofa at first glance.

Shiller was tidying up things in the adjacent kitchen. After seeing Peter come in, he greeted him and said, "Thanks, Peter. Just leave it at the door."

Shiller put down what he was busy with, walked to the door, and turned his back to Peter, laughing, "I've already seen it on the news. You did well, but I have to remind you, Peter. Batman must be pretty pissed now."

Peter licked his lips, revealed a bitter face, and shrugged, "I got it, Doctor. I will remember to run faster when he comes back."

Then he peered inside curiously, raised a hand subtly pointing towards Jason. His facial expression showed his curious query, "Is he really okay?"

Shiller glanced back at Jason, whose eyes were somewhat dull and was sitting on the sofa hugging his legs, and answered smoothly, "He's fine, Peter. This is how medical students are near exam time, their eyes show no vitality, their bodies stiff."

"That is only because too much complex knowledge occupies their brain capacity, and they can't engage in daily activities well. But such a sacrifice is worth it. They'll score well in exams."

Peter swallowed nervously, looking at Shiller from the corner of his eye. Shiller patted his arm and said, "Don't worry, surgery is not your compulsory subject. You can treat it as a hobby, but nobody demands you to take the exam."

Relieved, Peter glanced sympathetically at Jason, then turned around and left as fast as he could.

After closing the door, Shiller carried the two boxes that Peter just brought into the kitchen, picked some fresh vegetables from them, and started the toaster.

Not much later, a plate of sandwiches was served in front of Jason. Slightly clouded due to exhaustion, Jason's eyes moved a bit. His gaze didn't linger on the sandwiches, but fell on Shiller's hand.

Shiller sat down across Jason after placing the plate, his hands folded together, resting on his lap. He looked at Jason and said, "You should understand now, I'm doing this for your own good. Are you still afraid of the Joker?"

Jason kept silent, only swallowing slightly.

He knew his answer was "no".

But he also believed that no one could give a positive answer after going through all of this.

However, it was no longer Joker who haunted him with fear but Shiller.

Jason had great regret for using the analogy of a flock of sheep to describe ordinary societies. Not because the analogy was inappropriate, but because he noticed someone was realising it with actions when he merely took it as a metaphor.

Jason dissected Joker.

But that was just the first step.

When Shiller's surgical blade rested against his neck, his biggest fear wasn't the threat of death, but the gaze Joker cast on him from the operating table.

That gaze was saying, you'll always be a little lamb tied on a chair. I can do whatever I want with you at any moment. You can't resist, aren't even inspired to resist.

Jason was terrified he would end up like that.

So, he made his move.

The feeling of dissecting a living person was completely different from dissecting a corpse, and dissecting Joker was yet another experience.

When Jason cut open this man's chest, he could feel the live limbs twitching in fear, the palpitation of the heart, the flow of the blood.

Too vivid, too warm, too cruel, too overboard.

But when the skin around the cut tightened abruptly, Jason realised that the Joker could also feel the pain.

Perhaps he was a madman, perhaps he was willing to sacrifice everything for his evil cause, even his life, but pain is a feeling that no human can exempt from, the same wound would bring about the same pain.

It can't be said that Jason didn't learn something from this moment's feeling, but before he had a chance to experience and digest, Shiller's orders came again.

As expected, remove the ribs, cut off two-thirds of the right lung, the pancreas, and part of the small intestine.

Jason's hands were shaking, but he followed through.

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