Chapter 477: When Schiller Finds a New Streetlight (Part 2)

The location of Arkham Asylum is relatively remote. When Arkham chose the site for this hospital, he mainly considered that the technical level of security measures was not high enough, and some dangerous patients could easily escape. Choosing the hospital in a relatively remote place could increase the difficulty of breaking out of prison.

But later, after Schiller became the attending physician here, he knew a truth, which was: if you want to get rich, build roads first.

Therefore, with the mayor's approval, a main road leading to Arkham Asylum began construction and was opened to traffic at the end of last year.

The funds for building this road mainly came from the voluntary donations of the patients here. After all, the winding mud roads couldn't provide space for their stretched luxury cars and modified sports cars to perform. And since the main road was opened, they could even come over to be hospitalized every weekend.

At this time, the uniquely shaped Batmobile was speeding on the main road. The roar of the engine spread very far along the woods on both sides of the road. In the dead of night, it was like the miserable howl of a crouching giant beast.

Just when Batman was rushing to Arkham Asylum with the Joker he had knocked unconscious, inside the hospital, in the pitch-black corridor, a faint green light flashed by, and the eerie green color was reflected on the polished marble floor.

With a "click," the window was suddenly opened. The cold wind surged in, and when it passed through the pitch-black corridor, it made a ghost-like howling sound.

But just then, with a "bang," a door in the corridor opened, and a big man with a beard walked out. He shouted:

"What the hell are you all yelling about? If you want to take drugs, go to the 2nd floor. Stop ghost-yelling here!"

After this sentence was roared, he discovered that there was actually no one in the corridor. He held the doorknob, looked left and right, discovered that the window at the end of the corridor had been opened, spat a mouthful of saliva, cursed in his mouth, walked to the window, and closed the window.

Just then, a thin man also walked out of the door. He asked: "What's wrong? They started another game, and they're just waiting for you. Hurry up and come in."

"Don't even mention it. Those crazy nurse girls didn't even bother to check properly before getting off work. The window wasn't closed well and was blown open by the wind. I thought some drug ghost was sitting in the corridor screaming."

The big man clapped his hands, walked into the door, and with a "bang," closed the door. Only the light leaking from the door crack below remained in the corridor.

Several people inside the room were playing cards. Originally, during non-activity time, all patients should stay in their own wards, but they had a good relationship with the nurses. When they checked the rooms at night, they just fooled them and passed, and now they were playing with great interest.

【The Point Guard is Here】

But just then, the ghost-like howling wind sounded in the corridor again. The big man impatiently threw the cards in his hand, stood up, and said: "I'll find a hammer sooner or later and nail that window shut..."

He strode to the door and opened the door roughly with a "bang." But the moment he opened the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange ray of light flashing away from the corner of the corridor.

The big man glanced at the pitch-black corridor, hesitated, but still walked back and said to his companions: "Get me a flashlight, and also that shotgun we brought in before. Bring it over to me."

"What the hell are you doing? Bringing a gun just to close a window?"

Everyone mocked the big man for being timid. The big man snorted through his nose, let out a cold hum, and then walked out of the door holding the gun.

He carried the shotgun and walked toward the corner of the corridor step by step. Just as he walked to the stairwell, he saw a ghost emitting green light floating on the stairs. This ghost looked like an old man, with a gloomy face, ferocious features, and his whole body was emitting eerie green light. Seeing the big man holding the gun, he screamed and pounced toward the big man.

The big man was stunned for a moment, then raised the shotgun, and with a "bang," the bullet fired passed through the ghost's body, completely failing to cause any damage to him. The big man fired another shot, but it still couldn't hurt the ghost.

The ghost grinned and forced its way toward the big man. Just then, successive "bang, bang, bang" sounds rang out. All the doors in the corridor were kicked open, and dozens of big men rushed out holding guns.

The person in the lead had a crew cut, wore a sleeveless shirt, and was covered in tattoos. He shouted with a Texas accent: "What's wrong? Who the hell dares to fire a gun here? Don't want to live anymore?!"

The big man retreated two steps, patted the barrel of the gun with his hand, spat a mouthful of saliva, and then said: "Come help! There's a ghost here!"

"A ghost? Damn it, Fisherman, did you take drugs again?! How could there be... Damn! There really is a ghost!

Hurry out! Hurry out! There's a ghost!

!"

"Hurry and fire! Bang! Bang! Bang! No... don't take the shotgun, this thing is useless!"

"Automatic weapons! Who has automatic weapons?!... Don't sleep anymore! Hurry to the floor above, call the bosses, the hospital is haunted!

Instantly, a hail of bullets flew. The gangsters in the corridor ran fast, forming a crossfire network. Shotguns, single-shot rifles, micro-grenades, and even rocket launchers were brought out.

People who didn't have guns in their hands hurriedly moved all the cabinets, tables, and chairs in the room out. Within dozens of seconds, a layered defensive system of cover was set up. The gunmen hid behind the cover, and the muzzle flashes lit up continuously, like flowers blooming one after another.

In the utility room at the end of the corridor, cleaning supplies were piled in a corner. There were four or five small beds in the room. A little boy with a face full of freckles suddenly jumped up from the bed and said: "You listen, is that gunfire?"

"My God, who dares to fire a gun here? Don't want their lives?"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Hurry and go look!"

Other children who were startled awake all sat up, then opened the door a crack, and poked their heads out to look.

Just then, the Fisherman from the South District of the Living Hell waved his hand at the few people and said: "Hurry upstairs! Send a message to the bosses, just say the third floor is haunted, we need fire support!"

"Haunted?"

That little boy was startled first, but very quickly, he darted out from the door crack with agile movements, ran up the stairs "clatter, clatter, clatter," and before long, arrived at the fifth floor.

At this time, the gunfire from the third floor had already spread over. The gang leaders wearing expensive silk pajamas opened their doors sleepily, looked at each other in the corridor, and didn't know what had happened downstairs.

When that little boy darted up from the stairwell, he bumped into a gang leader who wanted to go downstairs to check. He was almost knocked down. After seeing who it was, he hurriedly apologized: "Ah! Sorry, sir, I'm here to deliver a message. Didn't bump into you, did I?"

"It's fine. What's wrong downstairs? Why does it seem like they're fighting?"

"That, the Fisherman from the South District of the Living Hell, asked me to send a message. He said the third floor is haunted, uh... he needs fire support."

"Haunted?" That gang leader squinted his eyes, seemingly a bit confused.

But very quickly, he heard the gunfire downstairs becoming more and more intense, and knew this wasn't a prank. He came to the center of the corridor, waved his hand at the others, and several people gathered together.

As that little boy ran back and forth between several floors, the windows of the Arkham Asylum building were lit up one by one. Not long after, the windows on the third, fourth, and fifth floors were almost all lit up.

Batman, who had just driven the car into the ramp, slowly slowed down. He pushed open the car door, looked at the suddenly brightly lit Arkham building, and narrowed his eyes.

Just when he was thinking about what had happened in Arkham Asylum, what he didn't notice was that the Joker Jack, who had been thrown in the back seat and was covered in blood, slowly opened his eyes and then revealed a cunning smile.

Looking in the direction of Batman's gaze, at this time, except for the third, fourth, and fifth floors that had already lit up, only one room on the seventh floor had its light on.

At this time, in this room, Jonathan, Hugo, and Constantine were frowning, looking at the images played on a magic screen.

Constantine said very helplessly: "I said before that this definitely wouldn't work. My poor little pet is almost beaten to death by them."

"Ghosts can also be shot?" Hugo looked at Constantine and asked with some disdain.

"Ghosts won't be shot. Bullets don't have lethality to them, but what they fear is the muzzle flash and heat when firing. Both light and heat are very fatal to ghosts." Constantine sighed and explained.

The plan of these three people was considered relatively meticulous. They originally intended to start from the high floors and go downward, opening the doors of every ward, and then letting all the patients out.

Generally, the higher the floor, the more dangerous the patients detained. So, letting the dangerous patients out first and letting them hunt the patients on the lower floors could create greater chaos and also stimulate their ferocity.

And the method was for Constantine to control the ghost to get the keys and then open the ward doors.

The process of taking the keys went very smoothly. Constantine's technique for manipulating the ghost was indeed not bad, not startling anyone, successfully obtaining the keys, and also smoothly opening the doors on the third, fourth, and fifth floors.

But after opening the doors, they discovered a problem, which was that no one paid attention to them at all.

Because Constantine made a magic screen that could follow the ghost's perspective, they could clearly see that the ghost didn't deliberately hide the sound when opening the doors. The sound of the door locks being opened was very clear, but the patients didn't seem to be startled at all.

Hugo felt that it might be because the patients here were used with excessive sedative drugs, so they slept very soundly at night.

Thus, Hugo, who was a psychologist, let Constantine manipulate the ghost to break the glass, create sharp sounds, then let the cold wind outside the window pour in, causing temperature changes, and let the ghost flash continuously, creating intense light changes.

These were all things that could stimulate patients in their sleep. But they busied themselves there for half a day, and still no one came out.

Finally, Hugo proposed a method, which was to let Constantine's ghost deliberately reveal its tracks to attract people out.

But very quickly, they discovered that Cat Getan was truly worthy of being the most dangerous city in the world. Just as they had expected, these patients were dangerous to the extreme. The first thing they did when bumping into a ghost wasn't to scream and run away, but to plan to physically "transcend" the ghost.

The ghost Constantine put on the third floor had already been compressed into the corner. The continuous gunfire, loud noises, explosions, and heat had made the light on its body increasingly faint.

"This won't work. We have to lead them outside. Hurry! Let that ghost run outside!" Hugo shouted loudly.

Constantine could only raise his hands flickering with light. Before he could take any action, a pure white flash suddenly lit up in the magic screen, and all three were blinded, covering their eyes.

"Flashbang? Where did they get military flashbangs?!" Hugo shouted while covering his eyes.

After the light weakened, they just wanted to open their eyes, and immediately after, another flashbang went off. Constantine was blinded, his eyes started to tear, and he waved his hand to close the screen.

"Damn it, where did this group of patients get such sufficient firepower?" Hugo shouted with great confusion.

"Sufficient? Why would you think this is sufficient?!" Constantine, who had been mixing on the streets of Cat Getan for a few days, also shouted the same.

"This doesn't count as sufficient, then what else..."

"BOOM!"

Batman, who had just driven the car to the bottom of Arkham Asylum, watched with his own eyes as a corner of the hospital building was blown down in a violent explosion.

Batman had a premonition that something was wrong. He hurriedly turned the steering wheel, wanting to drive the car in another direction. But just then, the Joker Jack in the back seat leaped up and choked Batman's neck with his hands.

Batman struggled hard, his hands left the steering wheel, and the out-of-control car spun and flew out, crashing exactly onto the steps in front of the hospital's main entrance.

And at this time, from the window directly above, several rocket shells flew out "swish, swish, swish," and smashed into the rear of the Batmobile.

The entire Batmobile was lifted by the violent aftermath of the explosion. After spinning freely in the air for two and a half turns, with a "pop," it slapped onto the main entrance of Arkham Asylum. ===== CHAPTER 478 =====

At this moment, several rockets flew out from the window directly above with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," and slammed into the rear of the Batmobile with a "bang, bang, bang."

The entire Batmobile was flipped over by the violent shockwave of the explosion. After spinning freely in the air for two and a half turns, it slammed into the gate of Arkham Asylum with a "slap."