r18novel Chapter 17 Immortals, Countless in Rank
Chapter 17 Immortals, Countless in Rank
"I couldn't see him or her clearly, it was just a dark shadow that flashed by suddenly, and then the thug fell to the ground."
An eyewitness recounted in the report, "The shadowy figure had enormous, bat-like wings; it was practically... Batman, I think that's what I should call him."
Jung Eun glanced at the reporter's name: Vicky Weir.
This is also a Gotham Madman who is somewhat famous in the original comics. He has been following and reporting on Batman-related events for a long time and has interviewed many supervillains.
In one version, the Joker planned to blow up Gotham City, and while everyone else was busy fleeing the city for safety, this character went against the grain and went to interview the Joker himself.
They had a pleasant conversation and he successfully withdrew from the meeting.
How should I put it? The main point is that Gotham has its own reporter hero.
Zheng En wanted to see if Arkham's story had been reported. He thought it would take up more space, but it only appeared in a few lines in a corner and wasn't even listed separately.
Compared to gang shootouts, bank robberies, and bombings, the escape of a mentally ill person is nothing.
The main character is an immortal being, standing in a dense crowd.
I really don't know how there are still so many people in this godforsaken place, Gotham. They're all like cockroaches that can't be killed.
[Beep]
[Mission: Perhaps a tiny ray of light]
You realize that the bombing of Arkham won't cause much of a stir; it's a trivial matter in this crazy city.
The thought of the suffering I endured in the mental hospital makes me feel suffocated. Although I didn't suffer much, it was something I shouldn't have had to go through.
If someone slaps you, you should slap them back twice. Because you never intended to hurt anyone, and the other person should be punished for their violence.
[Mission Objective: Make Marshall and others responsible for your imprisonment in Arkham pay the price]
[Task Reward: US$10,000]
Twisted Screaming Mask (If life were a Clash of Clans tabletop role-playing game, this thing would give you +20 to your intimidation rating)
Simulated points × 10
Batman Skill Fragments: Introduction to Reconnaissance and Counter-Reconnaissance (Common Skills of Mortal Superheroes)
Batman Skill Fragments: Melee Combat Basics - Advanced: Melee Combat Proficiency (They say two fists can't beat four hands, but when have you ever seen a superhero follow that rule?)
Jung Eun accepted the task.
The task description truly expressed his feelings; anyone would be furious to suffer an undeserved calamity.
When you have no power, you can only grit your teeth and endure it. But if you have the power and don't take revenge, you've been kneeling for so long that you can't stand up anymore.
Jason didn't keep Zheng En waiting long. Before he had even finished his sandwich, he heard a soft knock on the door, as if afraid of waking someone who was sleeping.
Jason breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zheng En open the door; he wanted to close the deal smoothly more than anyone else.
Although I don't know who this person is, it's true that he's very generous.
He led Jung Eun out of the hotel.
As soon as she stepped outside, Jung Eun was choked by the smoke blowing in her face and started coughing.
He looked up to find the source of the smoke and saw thick smoke billowing upwards in the distance, with a pungent odor filling the air.
The wind blew, causing the gray-black smoke to swirl. Unable to bear the irritation, Zheng En grabbed her collar, covered her mouth and nose, and quickened her pace, walking in the opposite direction.
His eyes were slightly red from the smoke. "What's with this damn smoke?"
It wasn't there yesterday. Is it because the newbie protection period is over, and Gotham's unique cultural features are lining up to slap this stinky outsider in the face?
"That's a chemical plant over there, it happens all the time."
Jason pinched his nose as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, the wind will change direction soon."
Jung Eun was stunned. Even if the wind wasn't blowing this way, the air pollution wouldn't be much better with such severe air pollution!
As he thought this, after a while he really didn't feel anything anymore, not knowing whether the wind direction had changed or his body had adapted.
The human body is truly amazing.
After getting used to the overly sweet air, Jung Eun finally had the mind to observe her surroundings.
Everyone says the East District is famous, but at a glance, the street scene is nothing special.
The utility poles are plastered with "GG" signs, there are car and motorcycle repair shops on the roadside, and motorcycle gangs speed through the streets, weaving between buses and cars, their legs barely touching the wires.
The uneven ground did not affect the vehicles at all; on the contrary, it gave them a flight mode, and their ability to stay airborne was truly amazing to Zheng En.
A rumbling sound came from afar, and the ground shook, as if an earthquake had struck.
Zheng Engang tried to grab Jason and run away, but found him to be very calm, and the people around him were doing what they were doing, without any panic.
The rumbling sound drew closer, and Zheng En realized it was a truck.
The rumbling sound grew closer, and Zheng Encai realized it was a freight train.
The original 53-foot truck underwent some incredible modification, with three or four additional sections added to the back, making it look like a giant python cutting across the entire street.
Zheng En looked at the road surface beneath the wheels, which was overburdened, and watched with mixed feelings as the extra-large, extended truck drove away into the sparsely populated suburbs.
Looking at the ground, which now appeared even more broken and desolate than before, he had a sudden realization.
"Gotham, awesome."
Jason looked at him with surprise. "Are you a Buddhist?"
Zheng En looked down and saw that her hands were clasped together.
"Cough cough."
He coughed awkwardly twice, then put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Let's go, let's go. Where's the house you were looking for?"
Jason led Zheng En across the street. Pedestrians were choosing their preferred traffic light color and walking across. They followed the crowd to the other side, where people kept disappearing into a dirty and messy little square house.
Jung Eun initially thought it was a public restroom, but upon closer inspection, she saw that there were stairs leading down inside, indicating that it was a subway entrance.
Going down the stairs and into the passageway, you can see groups of homeless people huddled together on the side. Rats scurried out from under someone's bedding and disappeared into the dark corners.
The further in you go, the stronger the smell gets, but it's still within Zheng En's tolerance range.
Accustomed to being a good citizen, he saw the ticket office and was about to go there, but Jason insisted on pushing him toward the turnstile.
While Jung Eun looked around, Jason was doing the same thing, but he was more experienced with taking the subway and was looking for security personnel.
Not seeing anyone means it's even easier to evade the fare.
He secretly wanted to save Zheng En some money, saying, "No need to buy a ticket, just sneak in."
Zheng En was pushed to the turnstile and tried to step over like the people next to him, but was startled by a loud shout coming from not far away.
"Stop!"
The security guard, who had just come out of the restroom, rushed towards Jung Eun, his pants belt tucked in, shouting, "No fare evasion!"
The thugs who were crossing the turnstiles were startled by the noise and sped up, darting into the train carriage. But the security personnel ignored them and charged straight at Jung Eun-soo.
Damn it, you're just picking on the weak, aren't you?
Jung Eun knew that her appearance was perfect for playing dumb to fool others; in other words, she looked like a weakling. But Gotham's practice of treating people differently based on their status was a bit too much!