novelonline Chapter 2503: Battle for the Cloak (59)
Chapter 2503: Battle for the Cloak (59)
Chapter 2503: Battle for the Cloak (Fifty-Nine)
When Thompson climbed out of the car, his head was already bleeding, and several homeless people in the cargo box were badly hurt. Three of the four people rescued from the park climbed out directly and were not in danger.
Thompson and Jason went into the overturned cargo box to try to get the last one out, but they only found bodies.
This guy was also unlucky. Thompson had deliberately left some fixed goods in the truck and asked them to hold on to the ropes tied to the goods when riding in the truck. But this guy insisted on doing some tricks. He didn't sit down or squat, but climbed on top of the goods.
As a result, when the car overturned, he rolled several times inside like clothes in a washing machine without any fastening measures, and directly broke his neck.
When Jason and Thompson dragged out his body, one of the four rushed over and pushed Thompson like crazy. The woman said that the dead man was her brother and she tried to dig out Thompson's eyes.
Jason hurriedly pulled her away, but the crowd of onlookers rushed up again, surrounded the two of them, and beat and kicked them. Because Thompson's car drove out in time, the bomb did not hit the homeless person in the car, and no one knew whether there were any deaths in the explosion.
Although Jason and Thompson were very strong, they could not be a match for a dozen people, especially since they had just been knocked unconscious in the car and now they could not even stand up. They could only lie there with their heads in their hands and get beaten.
Fortunately, the others also knew that the matter was done and there was no point in beating these people now. It would be better for them to quickly choose a good place for themselves and their families and pray that the bomb would not explode here.
After everyone left, Jason and Thompson slowly got up from the ground. They were obviously unable to walk. Thompson's leg was injured in the car, and Jason's arm was also unable to move. Peter, who was the least injured, ran over and supported them both, but he could only allow them to walk with difficulty.
The Joker reappeared on the TV screen and announced a desperate news. The good news was that no one died in the explosion, but the bad news was that the location of the sixth bomb would not be announced.
Peter and the other two hid.
It was obvious that people in the surrounding blocks regarded them as the culprits, because if they had not rescued those damn homeless people, many people would have escaped before the sixth bomb exploded, but now it was obviously all hopeless.
And they were facing an even more desperate situation. The group of people who were against them told this matter to others, and everyone, especially those who had not experienced the explosion and might be the target of the sixth bomb, were looking for them like crazy.
People have completely forgotten that the hideous clown who appeared on TV started a new century of witch hunting. They just want these meddlers who put them in danger to pay the price in blood.
What's even more terrifying is that some people have seen their faces and can describe their features, and their former neighbors know where their families are.
Jason knew they had to go back, but the consequence of going back might be that they and their families would be killed by a completely crazy mob. Because of this hesitation, they missed their last chance.
The sixth bomb exploded in an overcrowded neighborhood, and almost no one was able to escape, and many exiles who had just rushed in from the previous area were also killed.
The losses were so heavy that no one dared to look directly at them, and with the final madness coming, the Joker announced that the locations of all bombs would not be announced from now on.
Of course, all of this was blamed on Peter and the other three, because it was they who caused a problem in one of the links of the serial bombings. No one wanted to mess with the scary clown, they just wanted to vent their anger on the weaker ones.
Eventually, a group of thugs found the group of exiles who had escaped from Peter's community and threatened the residents at gunpoint to tell them the whereabouts of their families.
Peter and Jason's family didn't try to hide at all, because they didn't know that the thugs outside were looking for their husbands, so they were defenseless when their home was rushed.
The wives and children of the two men, as well as Thompson's wife and daughter, were taken to the street, and the leading mob prepared to execute them in the square.
Of course Peter, Jason and Thompson couldn't just sit there and watch. They had already arrived nearby and saw the leader of the mob tying up their families and wanting to stake them to the stake. Thompson couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out roaring.
But he was just an ordinary man who was slightly strong. As soon as he rushed out, he was held down. He also exposed the position of Peter and Jason, so they were both captured.
Three people were pinned to the ground. The leader of the thugs, wearing a hood, walked back and forth in front of them, holding a crowbar in his hand and laughing.
"Keep hiding." The leader of the thugs snorted coldly and said, "You are capable of doing such a thing but not being able to admit it?!"
"What did we do?" Peter kept struggling and said through gritted teeth: "We just want to save people. We just don't want to see innocent people die!"
"Have you considered the consequences?" the leader of the thugs raised his voice and said, "Didn't you consider the rules of the game before saving people? Don't you know what the consequences of your actions will be? All the deaths in the Luz community will be blamed on you!"
Jason pursed his lips and remained silent. When he saw in the newspaper that almost everyone in that entire block was wiped out, he was speechless.
Suddenly a figure rushed out from the crowd. He stared at the short and fat thug leader and said, "It's not their fault for wanting to save people! It never is!"
The mob leader saw the pair of bright blue eyes. The man in front of him was still tall, but no longer muscular. His hair and beard were very long, and his clothes were shabby. He looked like a sloppy tramp.
And for some reason, he was very weak. Although he spoke in a roaring tone, he lacked strength and gave people the feeling that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.
"What did you say?!" The leader of the mob walked up to the man and said, "He killed so many people just to save a few worthless homeless people, and you actually said they were not wrong?!"
"I said they were right in wanting to save people." The man spoke word by word, looking towards the crowd.
At this time, the entire square was crowded with people, and the man's sight stayed on one of them. It was Batman, the Batman he was familiar with.
But he just stood there, not standing opposite his old rival the clown, not standing in front of his children, nor standing on the high place or in the shadows where he usually stood, he stood among this group of ordinary people who were chasing after shadows.
Batman saw deep disappointment in Clark's eyes.
But he didn't dare go out. How could he go out? He knew that once he went out, Jason would remember everything.
Or maybe Jason had never completely forgotten everything, and the nightmare was hovering over his head. Once a bat rushed out from the night, the long-lost dark clouds would descend again.
Batman now only wants to rescue Jason and his family silently and without revealing his true identity, calm everything down, and let them return to the peaceful life in their dreams.
Instead of popping up, playing Jason's savior once again, and then sending him to hell all over again.
"The only mistake they made was that they didn't have the ability." Clark half-knelt on the ground, looked up at the thug leader's sinister eyes and said, "They didn't stick to their beliefs from beginning to end, and didn't hone their abilities for this belief day after day for ten years."
"So much so that they could save a few people, but not most, or even all of them. They gave up too early and too weak, which was their only mistake."
"And any time they are unable to remain indifferent to the suffering of their compatriots, it is not a mistake. This is the instinct that you rely on to survive today. Denying this instinct is denying humanity itself."
Clark looked back at a few people, lowered his eyes and said: "If they want to be a hero, then they should put all their efforts into it, make themselves strong enough, and do their best. It's not about sacrificing one group of people for the safety of another group, but about saving everyone."
"But that's simply not possible, is it?" said the mob leader.
"No, at least they have to work hard with this belief, and I once knew someone who did it almost perfectly." Clark's eyes stayed on Batman's face. He said, "He knew he couldn't do it, and he was always suffering from it, but he never gave up trying."
"Then this is a lunatic!"
"He's a madman," Clark said. "It's true when you look at it from the outside, but if you become him one day, you will understand what a great thing it is to be able to stick to this belief for decades and hone yourself until you break through all the impossibilities, and what a great hero he is."
"So what? These bastards killed so many people. We must judge them so that those who deserve to die can die."
"No one deserves to die." Clark looked at him and said, "They will be saved. All of them will be saved."
"This is impossible……"
Clark's eyes suddenly began to emit light, and the entire dream space began to tremble. He looked up, his gaze passing through layers of cosmic barriers, and the hole in the sewer spewed out bright light that became bigger and bigger.
Clark from the main universe, who was guarding the bodies of Batman and Superman, looked at Superman's trembling arm with some shock. In his hand was the colorful kryptonite ring.
But it was obvious that his soul was not here now, and Superman could do nothing with the kryptonite, but the unconscious corpse was shaking more and more violently.
The muscles in his arm began to swell with blood, and he squeezed the kryptonite ring with his hand, and squeezed harder...
Clark rushed over with his eyes wide open in shock, and reflected in his azure eyes was a wisp of kryptonite powder that suddenly leaked out from between his fingers.
The Superman in the dream world suddenly flew up, and a laser beam burned the stake to ashes. He circled in the air, picked up the tied woman and child, and put them on the roof of the building next to him.
Then it soared into the sky, and its blue eyes flashing red light scanned the surroundings. Several lasers were shot out, and the bombs buried in the city turned into ashes before they could be detonated.
Peter and the other two were stunned by this series of events. It was not until everyone fled in panic and one figure stood there in a daze that Jason saw the familiar face.
Batman...
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind Batman, at the end of the hurried crowd, with the black muzzle of a gun aimed at Batman's body.
boom! boom! boom!
Batman fell down in Jason's shocked eyes. Jason looked up and saw his long-standing nightmare, the eternal dark cloud of Gotham - the Joker.
(End of this chapter)