Chapter 3312: Bloody New City (72)

The tall man with his upper body bare sat in front of the doctor. The doctor was watching his imaging examination results, said a lot of professional terms, and then gave him an examination report.

When Paul walked out of the clinic, the manager outside the door was already impatient. He said: "You don't understand medicine, why are you listening to him say so much? Don't worry, since we promised you, we will treat you. When do you plan to kill that Thompkins?"

"Tomorrow." Paul swallowed his saliva and said, "But I have been feeling uncomfortable lately. You have to treat me first, otherwise I can't guarantee that there won't be any mishaps."

The manager showed a more impatient expression. But he still said: "Fine, you go back to the ward and wait, I'll go ask."

Paul didn't say anything, took the examination results, and returned to the ward. But after returning to the ward, he opened his examination results and looked at them carefully.

He really didn't understand the professional data on it, but he could use these data to compare with the data of others he got from Thompkins. Then he found that his examination results were surprisingly similar to those of others.

The same type of cancer, the same development trend, the same deterioration speed, and even the shape of the imaging results were almost the same. Naturally generated tumors cannot be so similar.

Paul closed his eyes slowly. The string in his heart was stretched tighter and tighter.

And finally, after the manager handed him a few red pills, that string snapped completely.

"Alright, this is a special medicine. After eating it, your cancer will not deteriorate anymore. Eat it quickly, and then go to work!"

The manager threw the pills to Paul.

And just at the moment he turned and left. A long sword pierced through his body. Between the blood splashing, the tall figure gradually descended like a shadow.

Looking at the corpse slowly falling in front of him, Paul smiled.

He didn't know what he was smiling at, just felt it was funny for no reason. He let go of the hand holding the long sword and threw those few pills into his mouth.

In the process of the medicine gradually taking effect, he felt that the world in front of him began to change.

He seemed to have really become an angel punishing sins. The doctors and nurses coming and going in front of him, all the sins were clear at a glance in front of him.

He didn't know if he was sick. He only knew that he had never been so full of strength as today.

Today, God recognized his righteous act, gave him true freedom, and allowed him to use fire to punish these sinners. In the end, he would ascend to heaven because of the death of these people and become a true angel.

The Upper District in the middle of the night was awakened by screams.

One police car after another pulled sharp sirens and drove toward a hospital in the Upper District. The rich smell of blood drifted farther and farther along the cold wind of the cold night, making the beasts hiding in the warm caves also feel inexplicable coldness.

When Harvey Bullock, the deputy director of the police station, arrived at the entrance of the hospital, seeing the blood on the ground in the hospital lobby, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

He looked up, and under the heavy dark clouds at the top of the hospital building, a tall figure was holding a long sword stained with blood, looking down at everyone below from a high position. Like an angel descending.

The police raised their guns at the figure, but Harvey reached out to stop them. He knew that someone would not sit idly by.

Sure enough, a black figure jumped from the building on the other side to the roof of the hospital building. The black bat cloak flashed past everyone's eyes.

The Angel of Death wearing a red robe turned around. After seeing that cold and stern figure, he felt absurdly ridiculous in his heart again.

"Batman..." He called out his name and saw the raging fire on his body. But, no. He thought. Batman might be a sinner, but now is not the time to judge him.

"Stop." Batman said so. But the Angel of Death didn't stop at all, he walked straight toward Batman.

Three meters away from him, the Angel of Death stopped. He raised the long sword in his hand, stared at the raging fire burning on Batman, and then said: "I should have taken revenge on you, Batman. But I don't care who this city should belong to anymore."

"Wei En or Vare, it doesn't matter. They are all sinners. You are the same. One day I will purify you with fire—purify all these sins!"

Just when Batman's dart was about to be thrown out, he heard a scream from downstairs. He rushed to the edge of the building and looked down, and the raging fire trapped a mother and son on the balcony of the second floor.

Batman couldn't care about much, hurriedly jumped down to save people. The figure of the Angel of Death disappeared.

The fire burned for a whole night.

Early the next morning. The thick smoke intensified the gathering of dark clouds, making the city quality even worse. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of burning flesh, making people want to vomit.

But the judgment did not stop. That tall figure wandered in the Upper District, judging every sinner he saw. The long sword was stained with the blood of sin. The screams made this place like hell.

The security forces organized by the rich were useless, Paul had gone completely crazy. A mental patient whose spirit was excited to the extreme could completely lift muscle restrictions. The fire raging in his heart also made him abandon all rules and morality, leaving only the desire for slaughter in his heart.

A bloody storm was spreading in the Upper District.

There were no more picnic figures in the originally quiet and leisurely park, and there were no people walking slowly on the streets. Police cars and ambulances came and went frequently, figures in uniforms were everywhere, security guards holding guns looked vigilant, and people wandering in the windows were uneasy.

In the office of the Cat Getan Police Station. Harvey hung up another phone. He had lost count of how many nice things he had said today, but no one could truly comfort the rabbit hiding in the snake's territory.

Nightwing walked in, looking very tired. He sighed and said: "Fegar is dead after all. Severe burns all over his body, couldn't hold on for three hours."

"Is there any news about that madman?"

"No. We can't catch him. In the past, they never let GTO go to the Upper District, looking at us as if they saw dog shit. Now we are not familiar with the terrain there, and we are tied up in searching, can we be blamed for not being professional enough?"

Harvey was slightly helpless, he said: "In a sense, it's their own fault. If they didn't complain about the police for no reason, always causing people to be punished and lose their jobs, the people below wouldn't be so cautious."

"But we can't let this madman continue to slaughter like this. Although Fegar is not a good person, his little daughter is only three years old, and she was burned to death in her room..."

Nightwing's fists clenched slowly, seemingly recalling some bad pictures. After a pause, he took a deep breath and said: "Even if he wants revenge, killing so many people should be enough. We have to find a way to stop him."

"That's easy to say." Harvey extinguished the cigarette in his hand, turned around and said: "I don't know what that guy grew up eating, he is simply incredibly strong. After being shot twice, he could still run away as if nothing happened. Maybe he is Bane's brother."

Hearing the name Bane, Nightwing said: "Then can we let Bane deal with him?"

"Are you crazy?" Harvey looked at him in shock, "The Angel of Death is a madman, isn't Bane one too? If you let him out, we will have to face two madmen."

"At least Bane can communicate, we can hire him." Nightwing said, "It's best if Bane can deal with him, if he can't, Batman can solve the mess."

"You are really Batman's good assistant." Harvey couldn't help but say, "If he knew you found him such a job, would your bonus be deducted?"

"I don't have a bonus, I don't even have a salary." Nightwing said, "But I'm not harming Batman, this is his duty in the first place."

"Then why don't you let him deal with the Angel of Death directly?"

Actually, Nightwing didn't know why Batman didn't deal with the Angel of Death. Logically speaking, at this time, Batman should be tracking the Angel of Death and already fighting him. But now he has no movement at all, as if he is investigating something else.

Harvey waved his hand and said: "Your plan is too crazy. It can't be used until it's a last resort. Let's search for a while longer."

Nightwing had to leave. Just after he went downstairs, Batgirl greeted him and said: "Guess what I found?"

"What?"

"Do you know who the Angel of Death is?"

"... Who?"

"His name is Paul. He used to live near San Marino Church. But that's not important, the important thing is, he is a descendant of a mysterious person."

"Mysterious person?"

"That's right." Batgirl said while walking side by side with Nightwing, "If you want to investigate Cat Getan's history, you can't just investigate Cat Getan's history. I went to check the history of London, England, and found many important clues from it."

"In the diary of a police officer in the East End of London, England, a prison break incident was recorded—a priest wearing a red uniform, slightly fat, with a white beard, robbed an escort team. And one of the people in this escort team was charged with impersonating a nobleman, his name was Edmund Wei En."

"This priest called himself Bakar. He came from an equally ancient family in England, the Vare family. Later he became a priest of the Order of Order. He found a way to save the ancestor of the Wei En family and came to the New World with him."

"I suspect they might have reached some agreement, such as half each. But in the end, Bakar's records were erased, and only the figure of Edmund Wei En remained in history."

"And this person named Paul is Bakar's descendant, the last blood descendant of the Vare family." Batgirl stopped and turned to look at Nightwing, "He came back this time, I'm afraid it's to take revenge on the descendants of the Wei En family."

"I can understand what you said." Nightwing nodded and said, "He wants to take revenge on the Wei En family, then why are others unlucky?"

"Uh..." Batgirl choked for a moment and said, "I found his medical records in the medical system. He is a real madman, I mean, a mental patient. So he might just be going crazy."

"Is this your conclusion?"

"I'm not speculating on the reason why Paul killed people, I'm speculating on the reason why Batman hasn't acted for so long."

"So what is it?"

"If Edmund Wei En was a treacherous thief, then wouldn't Batman's efforts to maintain Cat Getan for so many years be a joke?"

?? The Joker is actually myself

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