OBS Chapter 3323 Bloody New City (72)
Chapter 3323 Bloody New City (72)
Chapter 3323 Bloody New City (Part )
The tall man with his upper body naked sat in front of the doctor. The doctor was looking at his imaging test results, speaking a lot of professional terms, and then handed him a test report.
When Paul walked out of the clinic, the manager outside the door was already impatient. He said, "You don't know anything about medicine, why listen to him? Don't worry, since we promised you, we will treat you. When are you going to kill Tompkins?"
"Tomorrow." Paul swallowed and said, "But I haven't been feeling well lately. You have to treat me first, otherwise I can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong."
The manager showed an even more impatient expression. But he still said, "Okay, go back to the ward and wait. I'll go ask."
Paul said nothing and returned to the ward with the test results. But after returning to the ward, he opened his test results and looked at them carefully.
He really didn't understand the professional data above, but he could use it to compare with the data of other people he got from Tompkins. Then he found that his test results were surprisingly similar to those of those people.
The same type of cancer, the same tendency to develop, the same rate of deterioration, and even the shape of the imaging results are very similar. Naturally generated tumors cannot be so similar.
Paul slowly closed his eyes. The tension in his heart grew tighter and tighter.
And finally, after his manager handed him a few red pills, the string broke completely.
"Okay, this is a miracle drug. After you take it, your cancer won't get worse. Take it quickly, and then get to work!"
The manager threw the pill to Paul.
And just as he turned to leave, a long sword pierced through his body. Blood splattered, and a tall figure gradually descended like a shadow.
Paul smiled as he watched the body slowly fall in front of him.
He didn't know what he was laughing at, he just felt it was funny. He loosened his grip on the sword and threw the pills into his mouth.
As the drug gradually took effect, he felt the world before his eyes begin to change.
He seemed to have really become an angel punishing sins. The doctors and nurses who came and went in front of him saw all their sins clearly.
He didn't know if he was sick or not. He only knew that he had never been so full of strength as he was today.
Today, God recognized his righteous act, gave him true freedom, and allowed him to punish these sinners with fire. In the end, he will ascend to heaven and become a true angel because of the death of these people.
The upper city was awakened by screams late at night.
One after another, police cars drove towards a hospital in the upper city with sirens blaring. The strong smell of blood drifted farther and farther along the cold night wind, making the beasts hiding in the warm caves feel the unreasonable cold.
When the deputy police chief Harvey Bullock arrived at the hospital entrance and saw the blood in the hospital lobby, he had a very bad feeling.
He looked up, and under the thick dark clouds on the top of the hospital building, a tall figure was holding a blood-stained sword, looking down at everyone below. Like a descending angel.
The police raised their guns to the figure, but Harvey held out his hand to stop them. He knew someone would not sit idly by.
Sure enough, a black figure jumped from the building on the other side to the roof of the hospital building. A black bat cape flashed before people's eyes.
The angel of death in a red robe turned around. After seeing the cold and solemn figure, he felt ridiculous in his heart.
"Batman..." He called out his name and saw the flames burning on him. But no, he thought. Batman might be guilty, but now is not the time to judge him.
"Stop." Batman said. But the Angel of Death didn't stop at all, he walked straight towards Batman.
Three meters away from him, the Angel of Death stopped. He raised the sword in his hand, stared at the flames burning on Batman's body, and said: "I should have revenged you, Batman. But now I don't care who this city belongs to."
"Whether it's Wayne or Vale, they are all sinners. So are you. One day I will purify you with fire - purify all these sins!"
Just as Batman's dart was about to fly out, he heard a scream from downstairs. He rushed to the edge of the building and looked down. The raging fire trapped a mother and son on the balcony on the second floor.
Batman didn't care about anything else and jumped down to save the man. The figure of the Angel of Death disappeared.
The fire burned all night long.
The next morning, the thick smoke intensified the gathering of dark clouds, making the quality of the city even worse. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of fire burning flesh, which made people feel sick.
But the trial did not stop. The tall figure wandered around the upper city, judging every sinner he saw. The long sword was stained with the blood of sin. The screams made this place seem like hell.
The security forces organized by the rich were useless. Paul had gone completely crazy. A mentally ill person who was extremely excited could completely remove muscle restrictions. The blazing fire in his heart also made him abandon all rules and morals, leaving only the desire to kill in his heart.
A bloody storm is spreading in the upper city.
There were no more picnickers in the quiet and leisurely parks, and no more people strolling leisurely on the streets. Police cars and ambulances were frequently coming and going, and uniformed figures were everywhere. Security guards holding guns looked alert, and people wandering in the windows were anxious.
In the office of the Gotham Police Department, Harvey hung up another phone call. He couldn't count how many nice things he said today, but no one could really comfort the rabbit hiding in the snake's territory.
Nightwing walked in, looking very tired. He sighed and said, "Fejia is still dead. He suffered severe burns all over his body and didn't survive for three hours."
"Any news about that lunatic?"
"No. We can't catch him. They never let GTOs go uptown before. They saw us as if they saw dog shit. Now we are not familiar with the terrain there and our hands and feet are restricted when searching. Can you still blame us for not being professional enough?"
Harvey looked a little helpless. He said, "In a sense, they deserve it. If they hadn't complained to the police every now and then, causing people to get punished and lose their jobs, the people under them wouldn't be so terrified."
"But we can't let this madman continue to kill people like this. Although Feijia is not a good person, his little daughter was only three years old, and she was burned to death in her room..."
Nightwing's fists slowly clenched, as if he recalled some bad scenes. He paused, took a deep breath and said, "Even if he wants revenge, killing so many people should be enough. We have to find a way to stop him."
"That's easy to say." Harvey put out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and said, "I don't know what that guy ate to grow up, he is so strong. After being shot twice, he was able to run away like nothing happened. Maybe he is the brother of Bane."
Hearing Bane's name, Nightwing said, "Then can we let Bane deal with him?"
"Are you crazy?" Harvey looked at him in shock. "The Angel of Death is a lunatic, but isn't Bane one? If you let him out, we'll have to face two lunatics."
"At least Bane can communicate, we can hire him." Nightwing said, "It would be best if Bane can deal with him. If not, Batman can solve the mess."
"You're such a good assistant to Batman." Harvey couldn't help but say, "If he knew you found him a job like this, would your bonus be deducted?"
"I don't have a bonus, I don't even have a salary." Nightwing said, "But I'm not harming Batman, this is his job."
"Then why not let him deal with the Angel of Death directly?"
In fact, Nightwing didn't know why Batman didn't deal with the Angel of Death. Logically, Batman should have tracked down the Angel of Death and fought with him. But now he was completely silent, as if he was investigating something else.
Harvey waved his hand and said, "Your plan is too crazy. Don't use it unless it's absolutely necessary. Let's search for a while longer."
Nightwing had no choice but to leave. As soon as he went downstairs, Batgirl came up to him and said, "Guess what I found out?"
"what?"
"Do you know who the Angel of Death is?"
"……who?"
"His name is Paul. He used to live near the San Marino Church. But that's not important. What's important is that he is the descendant of a mysterious man."
"Mystery man?"
"That's right." Batgirl said as she walked out side by side with Nightwing, "If you want to investigate the history of Gotham, you can't just investigate the history of Gotham. I went to look up the history of London, England, and found a lot of important clues from it."
"In the diary of a sheriff in East London, there is a record of a prison break - a priest wearing a red uniform, slightly fat, and with a white beard robbed a prison escort team. One of the people in the escort team was accused of impersonating a noble. His name was Edmund Wayne."
"This priest calls himself Bakar. He comes from an equally ancient British family, the Varley family. He later became a priest of the Order. It was he who managed to save the ancestor of the Wayne family and brought him to the New World."
"I guess they may have reached some kind of agreement, like half for each. But in the end, Bakar's records were erased, and only Edmund Wayne was left in history."
"And this man named Paul is the descendant of Bakar and the last descendant of the Vale family." Batgirl stopped and looked back at Nightwing and said, "I'm afraid he came back this time to take revenge on the descendants of the Wayne family."
"I understand what you said." Nightwing nodded and said, "He wants revenge on the Wayne family, so why are others the ones who suffer?"
"Uh..." Batgirl choked and said, "I found his medical records in the medical system. He is a real lunatic, I mean, a mentally ill patient. So he might just be crazy."
"Is this your conclusion?"
"I'm not speculating on why Paul killed people, I'm speculating on why Batman didn't take action for so long."
"So what?"
"If Edmund Wayne is a treacherous thief, then isn't it a joke that Batman has been protecting Gotham for so many years?"
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