Chapter 3728

It started raining again. There was no light in the city, only the dim yellow light in the spire windows of the cathedral in the distance, becoming more and more hazy in the rain lines. The closer to the cathedral, the more corpses there were on the side of the street. Many corpses exuded a rotting smell, like a death notice to others, and like a bright light in the dark night to Schiller.

The death time of the corpses judged by the sense of smell guided him through the streets and alleys. He walked on this dark street, countless crises hidden in the dark wanted to grab his hem, but couldn't even touch his shadow. Schiller's pace was too firm, as if the carefully created dark atmosphere couldn't cause him half an impact.

Just as he was passing through an alley, he heard messy and fragmented footsteps again, and some unbearable swearing, followed by a faint smell of blood.

Schiller turned sideways and hid at the entrance of the alley. The light of the torch followed, and a young man in a jacket rushed past him, with a group of church members holding torches chasing after him.

Schiller stood at the street corner and watched them rush past quietly. After they left, he patted the hem of his windbreaker as if nothing had happened and continued to walk towards the destination.

Just as he turned the corner and passed through another street, he suddenly heard some subtle movements behind him. He turned around and saw a thin but agile woman standing in the darkness staring at him.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"Schiller." Schiller replied.

"I'm asking who you are and what you are doing here?"

"I am myself, I came here to complete the task. Any other questions?"

"Don't you want to ask who I am?"

"Do you think the current situation is the time for these formalities?" Schiller took out the pistol in his pocket and said, "Either say it, or leave. You have three seconds."

"I am Shiva, I come from the League of Assassins. I need to rescue this city from the rule of the Saint Church."

"Very good." Schiller evaluated, and then he turned and left.

Suddenly, he felt a subtle wind in his ear. He dodged to the side, and the spikes of the finger tiger were less than an inch away from him.

Bang!

The woman dodged very quickly, and the bullet shot into her shoulder. She was carried back two steps by the impact.

Bang! Bang!

Two more shots, all hitting the chest cavity. Finding that no bullet shot into the heart, Schiller looked at her with some disappointment. He decided to stop the loss in time and left quickly.

Two black shadows appeared silently behind the fallen Shiva. Shiva twitched, barely supporting her upper body with one hand, cursed, and said: "Chase him! Don't let him enter the cathedral easily!"

After Schiller left that street, he didn't continue to walk towards the cathedral, but found a door in an alley next to it and hid in. This place seemed to be a bakery originally, but he didn't try to search for anything here, but walked straight to the second floor.

The moment he stepped on the second floor, he saw a terrified face in the darkness. An old man with gray hair curled up in the corner of the corridor, looking at Schiller who walked up in horror.

Schiller just glanced at him, then turned and walked to other rooms on the second floor. This seemed to be the place where the shop owner lived. He pushed the door open and saw a bed, the room was a bit messy, and it seemed to have been searched. Schiller didn't care much, lifted the quilt and threw it aside, and lay down on the bed.

A few minutes later, some dull knocking sounded. Schiller ignored it and turned over. After sleeping for about half an hour, when Schiller got up from the bed, it was already noon. The sky showed no sign of brightening at all, still as dim as night.

Schiller took out the bullets he dug out from the corpses yesterday, wiped them carefully with the pillow towel on the side until there was no trace of blood, and then carefully put them back into the magazine. Then he took out the fist blade he found yesterday, stabbed the pillow twice, and looked at the clean and neat damage with satisfaction.

After checking the equipment again, he pushed the door open and found that the old man from yesterday was gone.

Just at this time, movement suddenly came from downstairs. Schiller's footsteps walking downstairs paused, turned and returned to the room. He opened the window and jumped down directly. Landing on the second floor, unscathed.

He didn't try to go around to the entrance of the bakery, but continued to walk towards the cathedral. Just as he walked through two more streets and alleys, he suddenly heard painful groans coming from an alley on the side.

Schiller's footsteps paused for a moment, then accelerated his pace and walked past that alley quickly. After calming down, he glanced at the corpses around again, and some fresh blood flowed to his feet along the cracks of the floor tiles.

He continued to walk forward. With a plop, a black shadow fell in front of him. Schiller's first reaction was to look up and see a window shake. He rushed out of this street at the fastest speed. When he came to the turn, the cathedral was already close at hand.

Many church members wearing red uniforms were patrolling. Schiller paused for a while, observing their patrol route. After finding no obvious flaws, he rushed directly towards the main entrance of the cathedral.

His speed was too fast, so fast that many patrol personnel didn't react. Perhaps they never thought that someone would rush in so straight, so there were not many people arranged at the gate, and they were directly rushed in by Schiller.

As soon as he rushed into the auditorium, he ran towards the preaching platform, bent down and hid behind the preaching platform, using the table in front of him as cover. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Schiller fired five shots in a row, knocking down the three pursuers who rushed in first. Sure enough, the footsteps of those who rushed in later hesitated, and were tripped by the falling corpses. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Schiller rushed towards the side door.

If he remembered correctly, the imprisoned Batman should be locked in the basement. After rushing into the corridor, Schiller ran towards the back all the way. The back garden of the church was washed by the night rain, and it was wet like anything. There were also two corpses here, but they were wearing red uniforms, and they seemed to be their own people.

Schiller's gaze scanned the back garden, and when he saw the cellar door, he rushed towards that side. But suddenly, a strong figure wearing a red cape descended from the sky.

The other party landed and rolled, and before he could support his body with one leg, Schiller fired three shots in that direction. Two shots hit the leg, and one shot hit the abdominal cavity. The movement of the other party getting up paused. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Schiller bypassed him directly and came to the top of the cellar door. Sure enough, he saw a lock.

Finding that there was no way to get in immediately, Schiller turned around again and continued to fire at the position where the strong figure was before. The other party had to roll into the bushes. Schiller had time to glance at the lock on the cellar door.

It was not some high-tech gadget, but that kind of very simple big lock. Schiller took out a wire, poked it in the keyhole. Unsurprisingly, the lock was quickly picked by him.

Opening the cellar door, Schiller threw an incendiary lighting stick down first, found that there was nothing unusual at the bottom, so he jumped down, then picked up the lighting stick, and walked inside holding the lighting stick.

The change in the cellar was earth-shaking, as if all the technology of the city was gathered here. Various panels and pipelines, equipment with unknown functions, and high and low iron racks, it looked like that kind of very high-level secret laboratory.

Schiller didn't pay attention to the equipment at all, just walked inside holding the lighting stick. After turning a few corners, he came to a relatively large space. There were a few church members wearing red clothes here again, and they soon found Schiller holding the lighting stick.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three more shots, the three people in front fell down, and the ones behind were tripped by the corpses. Schiller took the opportunity to rush over, pierced the one in front with the fist blade he found before, and held the gun in the other hand, knocking down the one behind as well.

Digging out a few bullets again, Schiller didn't rush to wipe them, grabbed a piece of cloth, wrapped the bloody bullets and put them in his pocket, and continued to walk towards the depths.

It was getting brighter and brighter in front, so Schiller threw the incendiary lighting stick aside. Walking further forward, in a room slightly smaller than the hall just now, a human body with a strange shape was hanging on a high iron rack.

Only the torso remained, and the arms and legs were all gone. Strangely, the head did not grow on the torso, but at a position about half a meter above the torso, connected to the torso by a pitch-black spine that looked ugly.

The head was not very complete either, the skull in the back half was cut off and changed into a glass cover that protruded backward. From the side, the brain could be clearly seen.

The man was covered in scars, but his facial features could still be seen as the once handsome face, and he looked the same as most Bruce Waynes.

"Tsk tsk." Schiller looked him up and down and said, "It's not easy to be in such a miserable state, no wonder he is called the most miserable Batman."

Hearing the sound, the man opened his eyes. It was a pair of somewhat turbid blue eyes, the whites of the eyes were full of bloodshot, revealing fatigue and numbness. He opened his mouth and asked: "Who are you?"

"Schiller." Schiller replied.

The other party didn't seem to expect Schiller to give a name directly. He obviously hadn't heard this name, nor did he know how to answer.

"Where is Paul? Did you kill him?" The other party continued to ask.

"Hard to say. He was hit by three shots, it shouldn't be fatal, but he won't be able to crawl up in a short time. Are you Batman?"

"I used to be. But I was defeated by Azrael Paul and imprisoned here by him. He restored my limbs and muscles, but cruelly cut them off again..."

"I don't have time to listen to how you flirt. Answer my question, are you not Batman now?"

"I don't know." The other party said, "How is the city?"

Schiller didn't answer his question, just stood in place and thought. He had been thinking about the reasons for the failure of other rescuers along the way.

Other rescuers didn't know the plot as well as he did, but most of them would still come to the cathedral because this building was too conspicuous. They would encounter Azrael Paul here, have a big battle with him, and find the tortured Batman underground.

As of now, there is no difficulty. Schiller estimated that even if there were some accidents on the way, with the strength of the Arkham Batman, it would be considered slow to get it done within an hour. But he still failed.

There are two possibilities: either the task of "reorganizing Cat Getan order" behind was not completed, or he didn't rescue Batman at all.

Others don't know, but Schiller knows very well that this Broken Bat had long gone crazy during the 30 years of imprisonment and killed everyone after going out. Can such a person really be called Batman?

Battleworld tasks have no task progress display, only completed and not completed states. Rescuing Batman counts as half completed, but because the other half is not completed, it is difficult to determine whether this half is successfully completed.

Schiller thought for a long time and felt that his speculation was correct. The guy in front of him shouldn't be Batman, and rescuing him doesn't count as task completion. So even if the task of reorganizing Cat Getan was completed later, it wasted precious time, which might lead to the real Batman not being rescued, leading to task failure.

So where is the real Batman?