Chapter 3260: Blood-Spattered New City (20)

Batman was reading the investigation report on soil pollution in the Natural Woodlands in the study of Wei En Manor. This was actually arranged by Fox, with the purpose of causing some trouble for the Charabanc Chemical Plant to interfere with their bidding in the GTO investment competition.

Batman expected that the chemical plant would have pollution, but he didn't expect the pollution to be so serious, and it had started so early. Looking at those terrible values one after another, Batman couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Although it was too late, it couldn't be left untreated. But treatment costs money, and the budget for investing in GTO could no longer be moved. Where could he find this money?

Just when Batman was lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sound from the garden. He looked down and met a pair of brown eyes full of anger.

*Whoosh*, a petite black figure jumped onto the balcony on the second floor and rushed into his study.

Batman knew he was still Bruce Wei En now. He made a terrified expression, but Catwoman didn't give him any face at all, and slapped him as soon as she came up.

"You damn liar! You and your accomplices caused me to be hunted down! Did you expect this early on?!"

Batman was stunned by the slap, and Catwoman was still cursing there: "If you hadn't turned into an ice cube and hit me, I wouldn't have been caught, and I wouldn't have been calculated by that man who looked decent!"

"Now it's good, I can't go to the airport at all. They will soon mobilize the police to catch me! If I go to jail, don't think you'll have it easy either!"

From her continuous cursing, Batman summarized some facts.

This guy is a thief who entered Wei En Manor to steal things last night, ran into Bruce who was frozen into an ice cube, was caught by Schiller, and might have been pitted by him. Now she is being hunted down by her employer.

Batman touched his cheek and said: "Calm down, I'm also a victim."

"You're a fart!" Catwoman stared at him fiercely and said: "You and that guy must have calculated it early on! Where is he? I want to scratch his face!"

"He is at the Cat Getan Police Station."

Catwoman made a short sound as if she had been strangled, then looked at Batman's eyes suspiciously and said: "He's at the police station, was he caught?"

"It's over, it's over, it's all over now." Catwoman paced in place. She said: "If he confesses everything, that damn black guy will definitely not let me go. No, I have to find a way to run..."

"Where are you going to run?"

"Anywhere, anyway, I have to leave Cat Getan quickly. If they know what I saw, they will definitely take my life."

Batman immediately became alert and said: "What did you see?"

Catwoman realized she had let something slip. She hurriedly covered her mouth, waved her hand and said: "No, nothing."

Batman stared at her.

Catwoman also realized something was wrong now. She looked Bruce up and down and said: "Rich guy, aren't you a bit too calm?"

Her gaze crossed Batman to see the documents on the desk. She drilled past Batman's side very nimbly, picked up the documents on the table and said: "Natural Woodlands soil pollution test report? So you're an environmentalist?"

Then she looked at the next document, which talked about the general information of the protesters. Catwoman immediately thought of something, and her tone became light, "Ha, they actually had a protest there. This is good, that woman definitely won't have time to manage me, so I can take the opportunity to slip away."

"'They'?" Batman said softly, and then he asked: "Are you very familiar with the Charabanc Chemical Plant?"

"Uh, not at all." Catwoman smiled awkwardly and said: "The fact that I fell into such a situation, you also have to be responsible. Can you buy me a new ticket and let me board the plane smoothly?"

Batman stared at her without speaking.

"Hey, this is no fun. You were the one who fell from upstairs and hit me, which caused me to be caught. If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened. You really have to help me."

"Where are you going?"

"I think it's Hawaii, but it's also a bit unsafe. Maybe going to Hong Kong is not bad. I've long wanted to go shopping there."

"That's not safe enough either." Batman said: "They are rich people. In the world, any wealthy city and resort has their own people. Running there is equivalent to throwing yourself into the net."

"Then where else can I go? I wouldn't go to the desert, would I?"

"I have a good idea." Batman leaned over calmly.

But Catwoman's intuition was very sharp. *Whoosh*, she jumped onto the balcony and said: "You wouldn't say it's your bed, would you? You damn rogue! Are you rich people all so perverted?"

"Who rushed into my study in the middle of the night wearing a tight suit?" Batman asked back.

"This is not a tight suit, this is a night-suit! Forget it, anyway, you can't understand it. I warn you, don't think about catching me. You can never catch a cat."

After speaking, Catwoman jumped down from the windowsill, and her agile and flexible figure disappeared into the night.

And Batman suddenly had an impulse. He put down the information in his hand, came to the Batcave, put on Batman's equipment, and another black figure also merged into the night. They would soon meet in another identity.

One minute after Batman left, a figure appeared in Wei En Manor. Schiller entered Batman's study and picked up the documents on his desk.

Schiller knew that this protest was trouble Batman found for the boss behind the chemical plant, and what he wanted was the identity information of these protesters. This should be carefully selected by Batman or his good assistant.

Schiller flipped through it page by page, took photos with his phone, and sent them to the Pale Knight.

"Try to contact them, Mr. Mayor. This will be the first sharp blade you use to shatter the darkness."

The Pale Knight was lying on the hospital bed in Arkham Asylum at this time. He received Schiller's photos and once again marveled at his madness. How did he get into Batman's study and take photos of these things?

He really couldn't restrain his curiosity and sent such a question over, and Schiller only answered a simple word—"Beauty trap."

This only made the Pale Knight more confused, because he really couldn't imagine what kind of beauty could take down Batman.

However, the Pale Knight still looked carefully at the list of those people, and then he found that Schiller was right; these people should indeed be the sharp blades to shatter the darkness.

They were not just environmentalists who took money to do things. Fox didn't work that roughly. Those who were activists on their lips but all business in their hearts didn't dare to be tough with the police. The police just scolded them a few times and they ran away, which couldn't achieve the purpose of finding trouble.

The people Fox found were truly good people with conscience, or to be precise, those who had experienced the beatings of society, were almost left with nothing, but never intended to accept their fate, the tough bones.

Cat Getan is known as the City of Sin, but there are at least a dozen cities of sin in the United States. What makes Cat Getan most different from other cities of sin, and what makes it most charming, is that there is never a lack of spirit of resistance here.

They live in the dark under the cover of thick dark clouds, live in a daze under the erosion of various pollution, and struggle to survive under the oppression of the elite class.

But once a real disaster comes, they will still choose to pick up guns to defend their homes. Even if this home is already dilapidated, there are quite a few people who don't run for their lives or accept their fate, but must fight against fate to the end.

In the eyes of many, this is very crazy. Why struggle when there is no hope? Why not leave when you can?

But this precisely constitutes the true spiritual core of Cat Getan. If you dismantle the madness of Gothamites and remove the parts they are powerless to change, the few remaining personal wishes they have are all using their existence to shout at the darkness of this city and this country.

The Wei En family has ruled this city for so many years, and Batman wouldn't not understand all this. It's just that under the existing system, the unsystematic violent resistance of the tough bones will only make them break their heads and shatter their bones. Supporting their resistance too much is supporting them to die.

But this doesn't mean Batman wouldn't use other methods to improve their situation and let their thoughts and spirits remain.

This protest is just like this. Batman found a reason for them, provided them with funds, and greeted the police, letting them exert their brute force and blood in the right place.

The Pale Knight doesn't deny that this is doing good, but Batman's background determines that he cannot truly lead this group of people and can only hide behind the scenes, guiding them in another way.

But he is different. Since he has shaped himself into the protector of the bottom people, then besides those real weaklings who can do nothing but cry, he cannot give up these strong people who have never given up resistance even if they are at the bottom.

They are even more powerful than the rich people who control most of the city's resources. Even if Cat Getan is covered with dark clouds and heavy rain all year round, the Pale Knight can still see the flames of burning souls on their faces, almost burning his eyes.

The Pale Knight opened his phone again and saw the headline news pushed to his eyes.

The center of the headline photo is a middle-aged man, thin and dry, with eyes deeply sunken in his sockets but very bright. He holds the protest slogan high and walks in front of everyone, roaring angrily.

They call him "Gladiator Willy". His face is engraved with the traces of suffering, and his soul is written with the fact that he has never been defeated.

Compared with his expression, the gray high-rise buildings in the distance, the layers of dark clouds, and the angular chemical plant all look pale and despicable.

Turning off the phone, the Pale Knight lay on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling. The feeling of pulling and struggling in his body had become weaker and weaker. He understood that the Joker was dying.

The Pale Knight didn't feel joy. He just had a sense of inexplicable desolation, as if something that shouldn't have existed suddenly disappeared, and he felt empty as if he were being cheap.

He felt that he had no time to indulge in emptiness. Although the Joker might not appear again, long-term medication had almost completely destroyed his body and made his spirit unbearable, otherwise he wouldn't be lying here. He needed to recover as soon as possible and reorganize.

Picking up the phone again, the Pale Knight decided to look at the news related to the protest again, so that he would have something to talk about when fighting for the support of this group of people.

He would definitely be able to move them, the Pale Knight thought, because he wouldn't just shout slogans; he would fulfill his promises.

But opening the phone again, what was pushed to his eyes was a piece of blood red. In the headline photo, Gladiator Willy was lying in a pool of blood.

"Protest leader shot dead for violently resisting police law enforcement, Charabanc Chemical Plant announces the establishment of the Natural Woodlands Protection Fund, Cat Getan environmental protection enters a new era of peaceful protest!"

Blue veins appeared on the Pale Knight's hands. ===== CHAPTER 3261 =====