Chapter 3207: The Haze of Faraines (15)

In the thick fog, a pale ambulance makes a turn and shakes off a large group of monsters, driving from the forest path onto the highway.

The monsters still haven't given up the chase, and the battle is still continuing.

The Pale Knight sits back in the passenger seat of the ambulance, counting his harvest. He doesn't worry about the larger equipment for the time being. He found quite a few drugs in the car, all of which are very useful first-aid drugs, the kind that can save lives if you take two tablets at a critical moment.

"How is it?" Bruce asks while driving.

"The harvest is quite abundant." The Pale Knight says: "But I still have to say, taking without asking belongs to theft."

"You can pay."

"Where would I get money?"

Bruce doesn't speak. The Pale Knight says in a low voice: "If I had it, I would pay. I hope I can earn some money before leaving the dungeon, and then pay the hospital."

"You sound like that kind of hick on the way to work in a big city." Bruce shakes his head and says: "If you are so poor, you don't have to worry about medical expenses, because this is not your fault."

"You support this view?"

"Why are you always concerned about views?" Bruce seems very helpless, looking into the distance without turning his head and saying: "You have no money, can't afford medical expenses, so don't worry about this, because this is not your fault."

"I am not feeling sorry for myself, just feeling that if I can pay it back, it is better to pay it back." The Pale Knight looks at the medicine in his hand and says: "I don't support pharmaceutical research companies charging high fees, under the banner of encouraging new drug research, but in fact, they know themselves that humans can't live without drugs. Even if a bottle of medicine only earns one cent, there are plenty of people who will do it."

"What did you get?" Bruce turns his head and glances at his arms.

The Pale Knight thinks of something, very vigilantly moves the medicine in his arms to the other side and says: "You had better not have designs on these drugs. Even the lowest concentration part inside can kill you."

"Fentanyl?"

"You really have taken it?!" The Pale Knight looks at him in shock.

"Mistakenly taken, mistakenly taken." Bruce grins and says.

The Pale Knight is silent for a long time, only squeezing out one sentence, "Taking drugs is not good, especially not good for Batman."

"I said I am not Batman, and that was teasing you. Why do you think I would take this kind of drug that damages the brain like those poor people?"

"Meaning you have a better choice?"

Bruce shakes his head and says: "People always say that drug abuse at the bottom of society is because the poor themselves have weak willpower. Otherwise, why is the proportion of drug abuse among the upper class who can afford drugs at will not so high?"

"But in fact, as long as you have money, there are many ways to obtain dopamine, and for Batman, it is even more so. I can throw in hundreds of millions of dollars just to develop a machine used to provide pleasure similar to drugs but without damaging the body. This is even just the most boring and low-level pleasure."

The Pale Knight is thoughtful, but still asks: "That sounds like you have pursued something more advanced?"

"Of course, guess how much money I have in my account now?"

"Showing off wealth is meaningless." The Pale Knight snorts coldly. He actually can't help but feel a little jealous because he is short of money.

It's not that he is personally short of money, but the city he governs is always short of money. Cat Getan is like a bottomless pit, and everything needs money. But he is not Bruce Wayne. Most of the money is dismantling the east wall to make up for the west wall, and it has never been generous.

"I only have 60-something dollars left in my personal account."

"What?" The Pale Knight thinks he heard wrong.

"To be precise, it's 61.5 dollars." Bruce smiles and says: "Not enough for me to order a dish in a restaurant on Green Street."

"You have other accounts, right?"

"No, just this one."

"Then where did you put the money? In the company's account?"

"There is even less left in the company's account." Bruce says in a leisurely tone: "If there are no accidents, it should be difficult to even buy a storefront now."

"You went bankrupt?" The Pale Knight looks at him with a bit of sympathy.

"I can barely maintain it now, but if that damn redhead continues to hit me hard, I don't know how long I can persist." Bruce shrugs and says.

"But you don't look worried at all."

"Of course, because my assets are not in the bank card." Bruce smiles and looks at the Pale Knight and says: "I have transformed the entire Cat Getan."

"What?" The Pale Knight thinks his ears have gone wrong again.

"Perhaps after the game ends, you can go see it yourself." Bruce tilts his head toward him and says: "Then you will understand what I mean."

The Pale Knight stares at him for a while. He looks very much like he wants to get to the bottom of it, but in the end, he doesn't say anything, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

He is a proud person, and he also has enough capital to make him proud. This capital can even make him righteous in front of any Batman.

But Bruce is very special. He says he is not Batman, he doesn't even look like a superhero, and is even more like a villain than he was before he was cured.

The Pale Knight should treat what he said as crazy talk, but he hears some other meanings from this madness, like when a leaf in a gust of wind passes before his eyes, the amazing veins naturally constructed on the leaf make people realize that he is speaking with substance, not daydreaming.

The Pale Knight feels he should think about it carefully.

The car keeps driving, and soon shakes off all the monsters.

Those monsters that can only rely on lung oxygen for circulatory breathing cannot support running at high speed. When in the village, the road conditions were not good, and the car could only drive at 60 or 70 mph, and the turns were narrow and there were many intersections, giving them a chance to chase.

But after getting on the highway, the car speed approached 150 mph. This speed is like a gust of wind blowing past in front of any carbon-based creature, and there is no way to chase it.

This is still for safety reasons that Bruce didn't drive to the maximum speed, and it is also limited by the type of car and the Pale Knight's physical fitness, otherwise stepping to 180 is no problem.

The highway at night is pitch black, relying entirely on car lights to illuminate the front. Even if it didn't reach the maximum speed, the sound of the wind whistling past the window still makes the Pale Knight feel terrified, and he didn't even have this feeling when facing those half-human, half-fish monsters.

This world is too crazy. Batman is actually kidnapping the Joker in turn.

At such a speed, Sigertk, which is not particularly far, has gradually appeared in the field of vision.

It is not a very prosperous big city, and it is far worse than Cat Getan, and the scale is about the same as Blüdhaven, but it can be considered a modern small city, and judging from the situation of planes taking off and landing, it can barely be considered a transportation hub in this area.

"Are you going into the city?" The Pale Knight asks.

"Otherwise?" Bruce slowly stops the car. They are facing a bridge, and crossing the bridge counts as entering the city, but he obviously doesn't intend to drive the ambulance over, because the number of this kind of official vehicle is too easy to check.

"You wait in the car for a while, bring the things you need to bring, I'll go find another car."

The Pale Knight's lips move, but he still doesn't speak. He is not the kind of very rigid and conservative person. Stealing a car is a crime, but it can't be counted as a big evil, and in most states, as long as you don't use the stolen car to commit other crimes, or deliberately damage the vehicle, you can't be sentenced at all.

After a while, Bruce returns with excitement and says: "We are lucky. This is a rich villa area, I saw a Dodge Ram, let's go over now."

The Pale Knight raises his eyebrows. He is indeed a bit surprised. They are lucky. Anyway, they have to steal a car, so it's better to steal a good one. The cars under Dodge have good performance, especially the engine, and the acceleration performance is great.

The Dodge Ram is a pickup truck, the whole car weighs about 2.3 tons, with large displacement and large torque, and the one Bruce got is a modified version, looking more like a violent beast.

Bruce pats the car door very satisfiedly. The Pale Knight puts the things removed from the ambulance into the carriage behind, fixes them, and sits in the passenger seat.

The internal space is large, the seat is comfortable, and it is incomparable to that bumpy ambulance. The Pale Knight lets out a satisfied sigh and says: "I used to be a pickup truck enthusiast too. I'll get one when I go back."

"If you like big guys, perhaps you can also consider a truck." Bruce says while using a proficient method to short-circuit the car: "That thing is powerful enough to drive, and no one dares to provoke you on the road."

"You have also driven a truck?"

"Of course, I drive very well." Bruce says very proudly: "I once held the record for the highest overload of truck transport in Cat Getan for a period of time, but unfortunately it was surpassed by someone else in a week."

"... What record?"

"Uh, nothing, I mean legal cargo volume."

After the car starts, it is unusually stable. Such a big car, such a fierce engine, it doesn't hear much sound when driving, and the acceleration is very wild, but it doesn't feel a strong push back. In short, the comfort is full.

"Where are we going now?" The Pale Knight says: "I think perhaps we can go see the Siltk Medical Insurance Company building first..."

"You are really a hick." Bruce says unceremoniously: "We have already entered the city. There is electricity and internet here. What can't be checked on the internet?"

"Then we go online first?"

"Where to go online?"

"Uh, there should be internet cafes or something." The Pale Knight actually isn't sure. Electronic products like computers are not very expensive in the United States, and home computers are more popular, so there are not many internet cafes, and there may not be one in a city.

"Even if there are internet cafes, do you have money?"

This really stumps the Pale Knight. Their initial props are diverse, but no one brought money. If Greed was still alive, he should be able to go to the bank to withdraw money, but he died too early.

"Then what do you plan to do?" The Pale Knight asks.

Just as he finishes speaking, he finds that the car has stopped. Bruce gets off directly, and the Pale Knight has to get off too.

The place where the car stopped is very hidden. The Pale Knight feels that it might be because Bruce is afraid that the car will be recovered. After all, such a good car is rare, and it is too difficult to find another one.

The two cross the street. Bruce quickly stops, and the Pale Knight looks up and sees Bruce standing in front of a bank.

The Pale Knight has a bad premonition.

"Don't be stunned." Bruce shakes his head toward the bank and says: "Go this way, enter from the side door."

"What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

Bruce grabs the rifle from the Pale Knight's hand, kicks open the side door of the bank, points the muzzle at the sky, and pulls the trigger.

Bang!

"Good evening Sigertk! Everyone put your hands on your heads and squat on the spot! Robbing the bank!" ===== CHAPTER 3208 =====