Chapter 2044: A Night of Knightly Terror (23)

"Sorry, Peter, we just went to check the program records of the bystander mode; the performance was not bad, but could you trouble yourself to cooperate with us in testing another function?"

Schiller's voice rang in Peter's ear; after hearing the familiar doctor's tone, he almost cheered and answered: "Of course, what do I need to do?"

"We want to test the task system, and there happens to be a relatively extreme project in this city; I wonder if you are interested..."

"What specific project is it?" Peter asked with some curiosity; he didn't understand what kind of project could be called extreme by the doctor.

"You caught the Riddler before, right?"

"Yes, he should still be in Arkham Asylum now, under normal circumstances."

"Under normal circumstances, it must have been an accident." Schiller sighed and said: "We found that the Riddler reappeared in Gotham and hid more than 100 trophies all over the city."

"We will provide you with a map system, and you need to use various tools and methods to find all the trophies; go, Peter."

Jason, standing in the cage, watched Peter stare at the sky for a while, start tidying up the things on his arms again, and then leave the Batcave without looking back.

Jason could feel the discomfort in his body disappearing; mainly, the older wounds that were relatively deep were no longer so painful; he began to try to communicate with the strange creature in his brain.

"Are you there? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Hello, I am here; I can communicate with humans, but I'm a bit busy now; your physical condition is not optimistic; to be more rigorous, it is terrible."

Jason said "Ha," sat down in place, silently feeling the changes in his body, and then he tried to say: "Well, Batman's choice is indeed bold enough; will you tell Batman everything I'm thinking?"

"No, I can't do it." This voice answered him gently, "If you don't allow me to open the online mode, any information about you will not be revealed."

"Ghost believes it." Jason said.

The other party didn't answer, but Jason clearly wasn't so easily subdued; he continued: "If I interfere with you now, will you break my body?"

"No, compared to my last host, you are silent; I don't mind chatting."

"You must be trying to get information out of me, right?"

"Your longest record is one week and three days without changing socks, because you really like those orange striped..."

"Stop talking." Jason covered his forehead and said: "I know you can read my memories; don't keep emphasizing this point to me, parasite."

"I don't mind you calling me a parasitic organism, but I am not a kind of bug; I am not between the cells in your body, but in every cell; I am you."

"Stop bluffing; aren't you just a talking medical bay?" Jason curled his lips and said.

"In fact, I have many magical abilities, but I don't suggest you use them, because clearly, staying here quietly waiting for the wounds to heal is the best choice for you now."

"I don't need anyone to teach me what the best choice is." Jason's voice sank again, and then he said: "Stop waiting here foolishly; find a way to take me out; I have things to do."

"I don't suggest you... well, but if Batman finds out, you have to take all the responsibility."

Jason waved his hand impatiently, stood up from the ground; he felt his muscles become more powerful, or it could be said that he hadn't felt this no-longer-weak feeling for a long time.

"Put your hands on the bars." That voice said to him.

Jason first touched the bars; in fact, he already knew the bars weren't electrified, but it was just an instinctive reaction; after all, he couldn't be sure whether Batman had set up monitoring or remote control.

"Put your hands on the bars." He asked: "What next?"

Before the words fell, a harsh metal deformation noise rang in his ears, and the hard metal bars dedicated to the Bat-prison were directly torn open into a large hole that a person could pass through.

After Jason stepped out, he looked back at the deformed bars, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said: "I take it back; you have to take half the responsibility; no, at least two-thirds."

"Are you worried about Batman getting angry?"

"I'm not." Jason raised his tone and said: "I'm just stating a fact; now I know he has sufficient reason to lock you up."

"Not fair, my host."

Jason turned his head, picked up his mask from the table next to him, put it on, looked left and right, didn't find the red light of the camera or the warning voice, and then strode out of the prison.

Jason returned to his base, opened his equipment library, where a new armor that was nearing completion was placed, with a metallic dark red hood.

Jason took a deep breath, touched the mask with his fingers, and muttered to himself: "The most important truth I learned in this year is, don't count on anyone, especially Batman."

"I can take revenge myself, right? I am Jason Todd, not the young assistant of some nameless superhero, no longer."

"I should have a code name of my own, I..."

Jason's voice stopped, but nothing actually interrupted him; it was just that the lines he had anticipated couldn't be said, and his mind was full of what Batman had said, what Peter had said.

"Damn it, my grudge with the Joker isn't over!" Jason gritted his teeth and said: "Will I let him go like this? Why should I let him go like this? Of course I will kill him."

"What do you think?" Jason looked at the air and asked.

"You don't need my opinion." That voice answered calmly.

But this made Jason feel exceptionally irritable; he took the red mask and walked to the chair to sit down, as if convincing himself: "I am not, nor am I emphasizing that I am a fragile baby, just crying and making trouble because I was kidnapped; I am not saying how much I can't stand his torture."

"In fact, I persisted; I am still alive; I am just firming up my original idea; that group of criminals deserves to die."

When he said this, he stopped again; he remembered the look in Peter's eyes when he said the last few words to him.

If you set the bottom line as not killing, then breaking the rules is just giving the criminal a shot, but if you meet someone who makes you feel that death is not enough to redeem his crimes...

Jason shook his head hard; he thought, no, when he was in the most pain, he just wanted to kill the Joker; then that's it, just go and kill him.

The strong young man stood up from the chair, took off the original mask, put the new dark red mask on his face, clenched the pistol at his waist, and strode toward the door.

He came to the base where Batman held the Joker virus-infected individuals.

Actually, this doesn't count as a secret, especially now that Batman and Oracle are absent, and Jason still retains the original Oracle system usage permissions.

If the Joker in Batman's body is dead, then the Joker's backup plan comes in handy; now the Joker is in this base, at least a part of the Joker.

And when he arrived at the base, he found that it had been attacked at some point; there were large holes in the doors of the prison cells, and there were traces of unknown weapon bombing on the ground.

Jason checked carefully and found that it might have been done by Harley Quinn, but this was not unexpected; it might be the Joker's plan, or it might just be that the crazy woman went crazy again.

He turned around here, and finally chose to investigate the Bat-computer; sure enough, Batman had made positioning marks for every infected person; Jason found that they were all in a film studio called Panisha now.

What are they doing there?

Just as Jason was thinking, a sharp sound came from the table next to him; Jason turned his head suddenly and found that a communicator placed there had rung.

Jason walked over and pressed the answer button, not expecting to hear Batman's voice, but the voice coming from the opposite side was a bit too strange.

"Hello, Jason, I hope you can come to me; I will wait for you." The voice in the receiver was too low.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"You will find me."

The communication was hung up; Jason felt a bit inexplicable after putting down the phone; he checked the call record, but found nothing; clearly, this was an internal line call, and the other party was also using Batman's system.

Is Batman's system a public network now? Jason thought sarcastically, how could anyone hack into it?

Jason increased his vigilance, but he still intended to focus on what he was doing; he had to find the map of Panisha Film Studio first, then go there to catch those few Joker virus-infected individuals, kill the one who had already become the Joker, and stuff the others back into prison.

Batman will definitely be very busy in the next 24 hours; Jason is clear that if this matter involves the FBI and the military, then perhaps it is easy for Batman to get out, but Bruce Wei En cannot.

If Jason didn't guess wrong, after locking up the Scarecrow and the Penguin, Bruce Wei En must go to Washington; just that woman Amanda Waller could find him a lot of trouble.

So if he wants revenge, his movements must be fast; that group of people can only find some trouble for Batman; it can't be dragged past 48 hours; he must kill the Joker before Batman returns.

On the way to Panisha Film Studio, the Joker's phantom always flashed before Jason's eyes, but for some reason, these fragments were mixed with some other scenes he hadn't seen with his own eyes, but only heard about.

A pair of parents roaring and screaming, attacking each other, then attacking the air like lunatics, numbly and desperately muttering, finally drowning in a piece of filth, jumping down from the roof.

These fragments played repeatedly in Jason's brain, even surpassing the ugly face of the Joker when he tortured him.

The former could always evoke many emotions, anger, resentment, grievance, but the latter always made Jason feel cold in his heart; that inexplicable coldness made his heart sink heavily, and his chest seemed to be hollowed out.

He, like having some compulsive behavior, constantly recalled these, depicting details in his brain for this memory he hadn't seen with his own eyes, including their appearance and clothing, the posture of jumping down.

And the figure standing at the window staring at them.

Standing in front of Panisha Film Studio, Jason closed his eyes in some pain, letting himself not think about these messy things anymore; the Joker is not so easy to deal with.

But he wouldn't fall in the same mistake twice; he brought enough equipment this time; he believed that he could completely end the Joker as he envisioned. ===== CHAPTER 2045 =====