Chapter 3749: John Wick (Part 5)

"Click."

The light turned on. The man tied to the chair hung his head, his suit covered in dust and scratches, and the edges of his leather shoe soles had many burnt marks. He whimpered and slowly woke up.

"No time, imposter. Tell me, where is the real Batman?" A hoarse voice came from in front of him.

Elliot came to his senses and saw a terrifying face staring at him unblinkingly. The other's skin revealed an abnormal cold white, which could be called skin and bones. The two sharp ears on the mask were exceptionally sharp, and the metal-spiked eye covers and the grinning mouth below were bizarre to the extreme.

What made Elliot even more terrified was that the other's upper body had a wound that almost cut him in half, from the right shoulder to the left waist, and one could even see the shattered ribs and the alveoli soaked in blood.

The muscles around the wound were constantly squirming, healing at a speed that looked incredibly fast but was actually too slow. The lung damage made every word he said carry a heavy wet noise, like a water ghost hiding in a deep current.

"You..."

"Bang!"

Elliot hadn't finished his sentence when he took a punch. The other grabbed his hair with a pale hand, and that terrifying face gradually moved closer, so close that Elliot could see the bloodshot eyes in his eye sockets.

"Tell me, where is Batman?!"

Elliot was choked by the heavy smell of blood and couldn't breathe. He coughed twice and said: "What Batman? Who is Batman?"

"Bang!" Another punch.

"Bruce Wei En, where is he?!"

"Did he let you kidnap me?" Elliot looked up and stared fixedly at the person in front of him, saying, "Unfortunately, you came too late, he is already dead."

"Bang!"

This punch successfully knocked a mouthful of blood out of Elliot, and the nosebleed also flowed down along the philtrum.

"You can't lie to me," the pale lunatic gritted his teeth and said, "Batman won't die, he can't die!"

"The corpse is in Arkham Asylum, can't you go see it yourself?" Elliot laughed low and said, "His internal organs were all hollowed out by me and put in specimen jars. You remember to visit them together."

"Bang!" Elliot took another punch.

But the other wasn't having an easy time either. Every time he moved, the deep and long wound on his chest would bleed heavily, and the healing speed would become very slow. Blood even seeped out from the corners of his mouth, completely uncontrollable.

"Batman must still be... still in some corner of this city," he muttered to himself, "I must find him, otherwise, that lunatic..."

"How on earth did he find me?!" The roar echoed in the room, "He shouldn't, he can't..."

That suffocating pain constantly hammered his brain. The Batman Who Laughs realized for the first time that when pain reaches its extreme, it is a pain from the inside out, as if something is about to break out of the head. At that time, you always hope there will be a violent explosion to end all this pain, but in reality, there will never be such a moment. From the moment of injury to recovery, every minute and every second is the most extreme pain that can be endured at the moment.

The severe pain constantly coming from his chest reminded him of the terrible experience a few hours ago when that lunatic almost cut him in half.

A few hours ago, in a printing factory in the old city, the rusty door was pushed open. A flash of lightning before the night rain hit the shadow of the pale person on the ground. Low and evil laughter echoed.

The gaunt figure walked into the newspaper printing workshop, turned a corner, and came to the archive room where sample copies were stored. Pale fingers took out one old newspaper after another from the gaps in the drawers until he found an old newspaper printed with the news of the death of the Waynes.

"Haha," he said, "Batman has become an orphan again, how unexpected... but, where did this Elliot come from?"

Suddenly, a faint sound of wind came. The Batman Who Laughs turned his head sharply, but it seemed like just the wind whistling on the street blowing into the window. He turned his head again to look at the newspaper, and his slender fingers gently rolled up the edge of the newspaper.

The iron frame on the ceiling made a "creak" sound.

The Batman Who Laughs looked up and met the gray eyes of a figure in a suit—he only had time to gasp half a breath of cold air.

The attack came suddenly. The Batman Who Laughs seemed to have expected it, he flipped to dodge, and before he could open his mouth, the filing cabinet was thrown over.

"Bang!"

The Batman Who Laughs was sent flying. The moment his back touched the ground, he saw clearly that it wasn't some small cabinet, but a steel cabinet made of pure metal as high as the ceiling, which was thrown out directly and smashed onto him.

The Batman Who Laughs used all his strength to move that thing away. The moment he climbed up, he felt the pain coming from his ribs. He reached out to take out a batarang, trying to block the opponent's route before he rushed over—at least trying to block, but it was useless.

The moment the two batarangs hit the opponent's chest and shoulder, the smell of blood permeated. Not to mention wounding, it didn't even cause a retreat. The impact of hidden weapons thrown by human hands could never be greater than pistol bullets, and the principle of stopping the enemy is to use the fear of pain and the pain itself, but neither of these seemed to work.

The Batman Who Laughs was sent flying again. This time he couldn't climb up anymore. The opponent directly picked up a small cabinet nearby and smashed it at his head and limbs. Every time, a high spray of blood was ejected, and the head of The Batman Who Laughs was almost smashed to pieces, and his limbs were also shattered.

But he still had consciousness. He felt someone grab his ankle and drag him in one direction. The target location didn't seem close, and it took a few minutes.

It was these few minutes that allowed The Batman Who Laughs to recover part of his vision. The first picture that appeared before his eyes was the bright metal surface of the large paper cutter reflecting Shiler's slightly cruel smile.

Although his vision recovered, his limbs didn't recover so quickly. The Batman Who Laughs couldn't move at all, and was thrown under the huge paper cutter like this. Shiler was still repeatedly adjusting the placement, as if he was thinking about how to cut a steak.

In the terrified eyes of The Batman Who Laughs, Shiler's hand gripped the handle of the paper cutter and pulled it down hard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The Batman Who Laughs knew very well that with Shiler's strength to throw a filing cabinet to smash him, that blow could definitely cut him in half directly. But Shiler didn't do that; he seemed to use a lot of force, but when the blade fell on his body, it was very light and slow, pressing in slowly.

Halfway through, he let go, stared at the wound on his chest for a few seconds, looking dissatisfied.

"Healing too slowly," The Batman Who Laughs heard him say, "Sure enough, it can't compare to Joker's immortality ability at all, too far behind."

The tone was full of deep disappointment. Then he said: "It seems I have to save some, then let's do this for now."

Then he left.

The Batman Who Laughs in front of Elliot couldn't help but shiver. His brain, which was originally able to predict everything in the multiverse, was not so sharp after physical destruction.

Before being beaten by several Batmen, a part of his brain hadn't grown back; this time his head was smashed to pieces again, and more areas were not working. His settings gave him high intelligence, but it was useless without hardware support.

So he really couldn't figure out how Shiler could find him. Clearly, he didn't leave any traces at that time, and choosing the newspaper printing factory was because it was located in the chaotic old city, unlike the newspaper office or news center which were so conspicuous. Logically speaking, no one should know he went there.

The wound left by the paper cutter was too deep and painful, and the endless long pain made The Batman Who Laughs's attention even less focused. This led to the only way he could think of to get rid of Shiler, which was to find the Batman of this universe.

He didn't forget this was the Dark Multiverse. He had used the same method to persuade many Dark Multiverse Batmen before, and with the protection of the other party, he would no longer be threatened by that lunatic.

But he actually learned from Elliot's mouth that Bruce Wei En, who should have become Batman, was already dead. This almost destroyed all his hope. And the pain in his body reminded him every minute and every second that the lunatic was coming soon.

Fear makes people crazy, makes people lose their reason, makes people become unreasonable.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Batman Who Laughs punched Elliot left and right, constantly beating him like a sandbag. But because of the pain, he didn't cause any fatal damage to the opponent, but instead tired himself out.

He let out a long sigh, stepped back a few steps staggeringly, and said: "I need a Batman. If Bruce is dead, then you come. I will teach you how to be a good Batman."

The rain was getting heavier. The puddles reflected the golden vine patterns on the ink-green high heels. Talia stood in front of an armed pickup truck and pulled her gloves toward her wrists. And the armed security personnel were handcuffing the red-haired woman wearing an eye patch.

Talia walked around the front of the car and looked at her, saying: "Long time no see, Barbara. Where did you put Thomas?"

"I didn't catch him," the red-haired woman called Barbara said, "Everyone saw it, he disappeared himself after walking past the helicopter wreckage. Maybe he didn't want to see you, so he left himself."

Talia's face sank slightly, but she didn't speak to refute, just said: "'Outsiders' have been wiped out this time, Commissioner Gordon. Are you still going to be obsessed?"

Barbara sneered and was taken into the police car. Together with her, many members of the resistance army were taken into the police car.

Then they bumped into the group of people under Elliot at the police station. Because the banquet murder case yesterday hadn't been investigated, many people who participated in the banquet and had suspicions hadn't left yet.

Barbara walked past one interrogation room after another, seeing almost all the famous people in Gotham, but there was one missing.

"Where is Judge Dent?" Barbara asked.

Talia's footsteps paused. At this time, Bullock, sweating profusely, ran down and whispered a few words to him. Talia's willow eyebrows stood up, staring with anger.

"What are you doing?! There are only a few important figures in total, and three ran away?!"

"I'm really sorry, madam. The police station is short of manpower, and we really have no way. And we have to deal with the Tax Bureau. How about this, let's just treat it as the resistance army causing trouble and let everyone else go." ===== CHAPTER 3750 =====