LRAB Chapter 141, Section 38: The Spoiler
Chapter 141, Section 38: The Spoiler
Chapter 141, Section 38: The Spoiler
"Mr. Gordon, I found another bus, but unfortunately, it has exploded."
Jason drove the Batmobile along the coastal highway in the eastern part of the city district, where he found the fourth bus.
A fierce gunfight had just taken place at the scene. A pickup truck was overturned and burning next to the bus, while on the other side of the street, a police car, blown away by the shockwave of the explosion, was hanging on a traffic light, and another car crashed through the guardrail and had a close encounter with the rocks on the shore.
The ground was littered with corpses, mostly left behind by police officers and gangsters in a shootout, with a small number being bus passengers.
Seeing the bus being beaten until it was sizzling and smoking, they no longer cared about the rules of the game and stood up one after another, trying to escape through the windows.
But the bomb exploded faster than people could escape. Most people were blown to bits before they could even jump out of the window. Those who remained intact were the selfish individuals who were the first to leave their seats and cause the collapse of order.
It is a pipe dream to expect humans to remain rational forever, and the Joker proves this point with his clumsy tricks.
Jason parked the car on the side of the road. He didn't forget what Qin Wei had told him to do—check the top of the bus, where the clues to the treasure the clown had mentioned were hidden.
The gang's understanding of the "treasure" is simple: it's the stack of documents that Maroney used to blackmail Gotham's political figures. If they find it, they'll have the potential to replace Maroney.
Qin Wei, however, held a different opinion. He knew that the actual controller of the Roman Empire was a mysterious organization called the "Court of Owls." Since the Joker said that whoever obtained it could ascend to the throne of Gotham, perhaps the "treasure" referred to something else, possibly related to owls.
Qin Wei also sensed something amiss from the Joker's final act of revealing the owl 1ogo, so he specifically instructed Jason on the phone to be extremely careful and to prioritize his own safety should he notice anything unusual or suspicious.
Of course, he knew Jason wouldn't listen to him, so he also asked Mr. Hacker to report the hothead's movements at any time.
In fact, he did not call Jason for this operation. Unlike the meticulously planned operation last time, this time the Joker initiated the war, and Qin Wei, who was passively bearing the consequences, was unwilling to share the danger with those around him.
But when he was about to tell everyone to hold back, he found that they had already been drawn into the vortex of conflict, either voluntarily or involuntarily.
Perhaps this is the fate of the main characters.
After confirming that there were no survivors around, Jason carefully boarded the abandoned bus.
The bus was pitch black. He turned on his flashlight, and the blinding white light illuminated a scene of hell.
The plastic seats, melted by the high temperature, encased the charred remains of human bodies. The charred corpses had their mouths wide open, their hands frozen in the final frame of a desperate forward waving motion.
The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, blew into the carriage, echoing through the empty eye sockets, offering a sorrowful cry for the deceased.
Jason couldn't help but shudder.
Zi Yi was quite brave, but this scene still terrified him.
"Let me see where the clues are on the roof," Jason muttered to himself to bolster his courage, stepping over the crumpled bones scattered on the ground as he ventured deeper into the carriage.
click!
Click!
When he reached the middle of the carriage, his pace suddenly slowed down.
He was certain that a strange guy was sitting to his right.
The other person was wearing a black jumpsuit, and Jason almost mistook him for a charred corpse when he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye.
The guy is still sitting there, his hands on his knees, motionless like a wooden sculpture, hiding his breath and heartbeat in the howling of the cold winter wind.
Identity? Purpose?
A brief moment of doubt flashed through Jason's mind, but he quickly realized that his immediate concern was whether the other party posed a threat to him.
Shining a flashlight overhead, a large "E" painted on the charred carriage could be vaguely seen.
But Jason had no time to pay attention to the clues. While locking onto his target with his peripheral vision, he slowly reached for his waist.
When he drew his gun, the other person moved as well.
Like melting into the night breeze, this eerie creature moved without a sound. Although he was on high alert, when the hidden blade pierced Jason's trench coat and lurched towards his chest, his heartbeat froze for a mere 0.01 seconds, as if a beat had gone off.
second.
Hiss!
The blade and the gun barrel clashed in a flash, the harsh, metallic scraping sound disappearing in an instant.
The guy swept past Jason and jumped out of the window. When the latter turned around to look back, his dark figure was like a drop of water merging into the vast ocean, melting into the wind and snow.
"Jesus—"
Jason stroked the fresh scratches on the gun barrel, licked his lips, and savored the heart-pounding moment he had just experienced.
What could be more exciting than encountering a formidable opponent after achieving mastery of your skills, someone to whom you can test your abilities?
He almost got lost in it; if he hadn't needed to inform Qin Wei, he would have chased after him without hesitation.
He took out his phone to make a call and report the situation, but as soon as he turned on the screen, a black dart pierced through a gap in the snow and shot toward his throat.
They retreated to dodge, drew their guns, and returned fire; the rough gunfire briefly illuminated the carriage.
If the opponent's fighting style is like that of an assassin, then Jason is a warrior wielding a greatsword with wide, sweeping movements, creating a gust of wind...
The vibrations of his armor revealed his overwhelming fighting spirit emanating from within.
Jason twirled the two pistols between his fingers and stepped back into the snow.
Outside the car, it was still as quiet as before, with an ominous sense of deathly stillness drifting through the wind and snow.
"If you don't come out soon, I'm leaving."
Talking to himself, Jason walked toward the Batmobile.
He walked slowly, blocking out the crunching sound of his footsteps on the snow, focusing intently on everything around him.
"You possess excellent fighting instincts, but a life-or-death battle is different from a street fight. The two of you are meeting for the first time, and strength only plays a small part in determining who will leave standing."
He remembered what Thomas had said during their first class.
"Feel your opponent, understand your opponent. Whoever can figure out their opponent's fighting style in the shortest amount of time will be the one who wins."
Hoo-hoo!
Hoo-hoo!
Taking a breath and silently counting to two, Jason suddenly turned around, raised his two guns, and pointed them at the dark figure that was rapidly approaching him like a ghost.
To be fair, he didn't hear a sound at all. The other party's concealment skills were superb, no less than those of Thomas.
That's precisely why Jason knew the other person would approach from behind—the snow was plentiful, and if the other person hadn't stepped on Jason's footprints,
How can it be done so quietly?
The shadowy figure trembled, seemingly not expecting Jason to discover him.
But his lightning-fast reflexes saved his life. Just as Jason pulled the trigger, the shadowy figure ducked down. Two bullets grazed his head, and the hidden blade sprang from its sheath, aiming for Jason's legs.
Strong adaptability.
But who says Jason doesn't have a backup plan?
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