OBS Chapter 3322 Bloody New City (71)
Chapter 3322 Bloody New City (71)
Chapter 3322 Bloody New City (Seventy-one)
It was late at night. A tall figure jumped down from the roof, but made no sound. He walked along the wall to the window, looked at the window emitting a faint light, and saw two figures standing in front of the window. Faint conversations came from the room.
"…It's too bizarre, I can't believe it. But aren't you professional enough to see that this is a man-made conspiracy? Piette, stop having such naive fantasies."
"I don't mean to think the best of them, but this is really shocking." His thick Nordic accent made his tone even colder. He said, "You have found enough evidence. What are you going to do next?"
"I don't know. I can't fight them alone. They might send assassins to kill me, but I won't let this happen again. Piette, you have to help me."
"Of course, that's why I came here." The man's voice deepened, "I'm wondering what to do with those cancer patients. They can't afford the high medical expenses, but we don't have that much money..."
The tall figure standing by the window had originally planned to break out, but when he heard the word "cancer", he paused.
The conversation continued to come from the window.
"Artificial cancer... If I hadn't seen their diagnosis and treatment results, I really wouldn't have believed it." The woman's voice revealed powerlessness, "The device that was originally used to save lives has now become a weapon to kill people. Those volunteers who are willing to dedicate themselves to medicine have become tools for them to promote new drugs! Are we the only ones in the world who abide by our oath?!"
The tall figure outside the window froze completely.
"Have you gotten any results from your Red Pill tests?" the man asked. "I asked a few friends to analyze it, but they couldn't find anything."
"Of course. So many hospitals are using Odein's instruments, and they didn't detect anything, right? This just proves that both of these are made by them."
"No one can match their wisdom in making dirty money!" The man cursed, gritting his teeth. "They use radiation from medical equipment to mass-produce cancer patients, and then vigorously promote drugs that can be immune to radiation. Either you don't have any instrument examinations in your life, or you will become addicted to drugs. What kind of devil can come up with such a plan?!"
“But they’re almost there.” The woman’s voice was filled with sadness. “The two of us are too weak. Even if we can alert one or two people, we won’t be able to save the majority.”
"We should tell Batman!" the man said again, "Only he can deal with such a big company, and he has the money to save those people."
"Don't you understand?" The worry in the woman's voice did not diminish at all. "The president of Wayne Group, who has been funding Batman, is in a coma, and the mayor who had reached a tacit understanding with Batman was assassinated. In order to carry out their evil plan, they had already taken action against Batman. Now Batman can't take care of himself."
"Isn't there a new Batman?"
"That guy is just a street hero." The woman's tone revealed pessimism, "and he seems to be a religious fanatic. They only shout about God in the void and don't care about the lives of ordinary people."
With a bang, the glass was shattered. The two people in the room were obviously startled. Dr. Tompkins instinctively hid in the corner of the room, while the Midnight Doctor had already taken out the syringe.
"Who are you?!" Dr. Tompkins asked in a raised voice, "Don't you know this is a hospital?! Get out of here!"
"I am what you call the new Batman, but I don't like this title. I am the Angel of Death." A deep voice came from the tall man's mouth, "I want to know what cancer is."
"You eavesdropped on our conversation?! You're so despicable!" Piette cursed without hesitation.
"Don't be like this." Dr. Tompkins quickly said to Piette, and then she looked at the big man, as if trying to comfort him, "As you can see, this is a clinic, and I'm a doctor. We have seen a lot of patients recently, and then we found out..."
"Forget it, why am I telling you this?" Dr. Tompkins shook his head. "Do you want money? Many people who come here to see a doctor can't afford the consultation fee. I don't have much cash, it's all in the drawer over there. Take it all if you want, but please don't hurt anyone."
"Why should we be polite to this bastard who broke into our house?!" Piette shouted, "Maybe he was hired by the Odein Company to kill us. I will not surrender!"
"Answer me. What is cancer?" The tall man stretched out the sword in his hand, and his tone became colder.
"Okay, okay, I say. Put away your sword first." Dr. Tompkins said helplessly, "We are an affordable clinic here. The fee for a simple consultation is very low, so many people who don't have money are willing to come here for treatment."
"Several patients I have seen recently all said they were feeling unwell and had similar symptoms. I examined them and found they might have cancer."
"I found it strange at the time. After all, cancer is not a common disease. Moreover, their tumor types were very similar, and even their development progress was almost the same, as if they were cloned. So I paid special attention to it."
"As a result, I found that there were a lot of patients suffering from cancer, and most of them came from the same area. After asking, I learned that they had all participated in the instrument experiments of Odein Medical Equipment Company many times, without exception."
"I asked every patient and found that those who did not have cancer had taken a new drug called the red pill in advance. This drug seemed to be immune to the radiation from the Odein company's equipment and prevent cancer."
"But at the same time, this new drug is very effective, far superior to other chemical drugs, and is not expensive. It is spreading wildly among drug addicts."
"After the news spread, many people who were short of money would choose to take this drug first as a last resort, and then do experiments to get paid to solve their urgent needs."
"But this will make them addicted, and they will use the money to buy more drugs and do more experiments until they completely lose their mind."
"My investigation of the patients is enough to prove that Odein is indeed doing this. But unfortunately, my technical means can neither crack the secret of the instrument nor find out the composition of the red pill, so there is actually no evidence, and no one will listen to us."
Looking at the slowly falling sword, Dr. Tompkins once again sighed in his heart that Schiller's prediction was correct.
"Do you have their test results?" asked the Angel of Death.
"I have it, but I can't give it to you. I have to keep the patient's information confidential...Okay, calm down." Dr. Tompkins took a deep breath and stretched out a hand. "In the second drawer of the cabinet on the right, the imaging results of some people are on the next level."
The angel of death took the things away. After he left, Dr. Tompkins sat down slowly, and Piette leaned against the wall, his face cold, without any trace of his previous anger.
"Will he really verify it? How will he verify it?"
"He'll figure it out." Dr. Tompkins shook his head. "He's not what I thought he was. He's not just an angry thug. He might be... dying."
"Why did he react so strongly to this?"
Dr. Tompkins obviously saw something, but he didn't say anything. He just sighed and sat by the window for a long time without saying anything.
Paul returned to his residence with the information, and the emotions he had been holding back were like a time bomb. He recalled his past.
He has been suffering from schizophrenia since he can remember, and often suffers from memory loss, which makes him unable to do any work well. Only the priest of San Marino Church is willing to take him in and let him do odd jobs there.
The odd jobs didn't bring much income, but he didn't have much to spend. He saved some money and wanted to rent a house near the church. Although it wasn't a good neighborhood, it still required a deposit.
He didn't have enough money, but he was just a little short. He didn't want to miss the house he had set his eyes on. At this time, he saw a poster of Odein Company recruiting volunteers for the experiment, and the generous reward on it tempted him.
He went there five times and earned a lot of money, but when he went back later, they rejected him.
Although he didn’t make more money, the existing money was enough to rent a house. However, just two months after moving into the new house, he was diagnosed with cancer.
Because he didn't have a stable job and couldn't afford insurance, the high cost of the medical check-up consumed all his savings. He was kicked out by the landlord and had to drag his sick body back to the church to continue working.
But just a while ago, his schizophrenia relapsed again. He attacked others like a madman. After being sent to a mental hospital, he was burdened with huge debts and had no money for treatment.
At this time, a mad woman with a scary look came to him. She called herself the Joker and told him her true life story:
The one who should really rule this city is not the Wayne family, but the Varley family, to which the priest named Bakar belongs. The despicable Wayne killed Bakar and took over the city. His descendants enjoy wealth and glory, while the descendants of the real Varley family have become poor people with nothing.
The Joker made him believe that he should be enjoying everything Bruce Wayne has now - living in a luxurious manor, eating fine food, and most importantly, having access to the best medical resources, even cancer is not a problem for them.
This ignited Paul's anger, and he vowed to take back everything he had. The Joker gave a way: the upper class was no longer satisfied with Batman, and they were desperate to find a replacement. As long as they could do something for them, they would help him survive.
Paul had no choice, and so the "Angel of Death" was born.
After wandering around the downtown area for a while, the Angel of Death received his first mission: to kill the Wayne family's personal doctor, Tompkins.
Paul acted quickly, but he didn't expect that tonight's actions would lead him to learn a shocking secret - his cancer was not an accident at all, it was all a conspiracy.
After getting the information, Paul chose to go to the manager he had contacted before. The other party promised to extend his life and provide the best doctor. He needed the doctor to give him an answer.
An answer that would allow him to decide where the bomb should go off.