r18novel Chapter 8, Type 1 Batmobile
Chapter 8, Type 1 Batmobile
The crowd surged and fled downstairs, from the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor... people from any floor or from anywhere else surged into the crowd like a tidal wave, and he was submerged in it, like a fish in water.
Amidst the cacophony of shouts and footsteps, gunshots, and the sounds of shattering glass and smashing objects, Zheng En looked at the panicked faces and bewildered expressions of the people around him, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
He saw that the whole of Arkham was in chaos; some people were trying to drive away from the chaotic place, and others were even stealing cars and running away while wearing hospital gowns.
The bomb was just a small trigger; those imprisoned there used it as a fuse to set off an even bigger "explosion."
He randomly picked someone to follow, and after the person opened the car door, he pressed a gun to the person's head, saying, "Get out of here if you don't want to die."
After stealing the car, Jung Eun encountered a new problem.
He can't drive.
A bucket of cold water was poured over his head, washing away all his previous tension and excitement, leaving only a slight sense of embarrassment.
Jung Eun asked herself dejectedly, "Batman, can you drive?"
They say you should run away after you've finished showing off, but he couldn't run away before he even finished showing off.
No matter how cool he looks when he's threatening to beat someone up, there are some skills he simply doesn't have.
A series of actions as fierce as a tiger, but the score is only 2.5.
If he can't escape, all his previous actions were in vain, just like a game suddenly crashing and resetting all the data.
Batman: "Yes, I can teach you."
Following Batman's instructions, Zheng En was confident that he would not make a mistake, and then stepped on the gas and crashed into the gate.
Jung Eun: "..."
Batman: "..."
As guns were being fired at them, Zheng En laughed heartily, "Hold on for one hour, start!"
Even Batman himself didn't expect to use his saved-up ultimate move in such a situation.
He punched the caregiver and kicked the director's office staff, but was defeated in his car.
After using the skill, Jung Eun-nun felt that her perspective had become strange.
"Wow, is this your usual perspective on things?"
He felt like a surveillance camera was stuck on Batman's forehead.
The Batman who had taken over his body didn't speak. His taut lips and the imposing aura he exuded made Zheng En's face look very mature and reliable.
He swiftly turned the steering wheel and swerved to the side. Without looking to the side, he floored the accelerator. Bullets clattered against the ground and the car, shattering most of one side of the window. But soon, all the bullets were left behind.
Jung Eun never imagined that she would get to experience what it's like to be the "Akina Mountain Speed King" in her lifetime.
Even though the Batmobile may not exist now, isn't riding in the car driven by Batman a kind of Batmobile?
The car sped across the bridge, leaving the gangsters chasing it far behind.
It was dusk, and the last rays of the setting sun peeked through the gaps in the clouds, turning the layers of drifting clouds a hazy yellow.
The soft twilight shone on Zheng En's body and face, and even the unique coldness between his brows seemed to have been weakened since Batman's appearance.
The twilight illuminated the people inside the car, the car itself, the bridge beneath its tires, the bay where the bridge stood, and the far reaches beyond the bay.
There, a cluster of buildings of varying heights—grand skyscrapers, towering clock towers, and vast stretches of low, gray-black old buildings…
That's Gotham.
"That's part of Gotham," Batman said. "From this bridge, you can go directly to the Burlyne District, and to the east are Crime Alley and Bowery, collectively known as the East Side."
Zheng En knew this place; it was the most chaotic and disorderly area in Gotham.
The alley where the Wayne couple died was transformed from Park Street into Crime Alley, as if foreshadowing something, and Gotham has remained unchanged ever since.
The couple who were most capable and willing to change the status quo in the city died, and the seeds of change were planted in the soil, only to be soaked and rotted by the continuous rain.
— It wasn't until more than 20 years later that the Batman story officially began.
"The East Side is a chaotic place, no one will question your background," Batman explained. "You can dispose of your car there, find yourself a temporary place to stay, rest for a few days, and then get yourself some new identity."
"Or you could just steal the car and cut off any possibility of anyone coming after you, but that would require you to go through the trouble of removing fingerprints and other traces. I suggest you just drive it into the river and be done with it."
"Then let's sell it."
Without much thought, Zheng En chose the latter. In the game, destroying items always results in some kind of reward for the player. He now had both a system and Batman; what would it look like to timidly throw away the car?
Sensing Jung Eun's rather casual attitude, Batman silently made a mental note of it.
Unlike Jung Eun, Batman has undergone special training in his willpower and mental strength, so no one can judge his emotions if he wants to.
Even in this state of dual souls, Zheng En never sensed Batman's emotions when Batman intentionally concealed them.
In stark contrast is Jung Eun herself.
Batman was unaware that this was intentional, or that he genuinely didn't care at all that someone else was spying on him.
He never hid his emotions: nervousness, surprise, disgust, excitement, and more...
Batman kept his presence to a minimum, constantly observing Jung Eun's every move.
Black hair and black eyes, Asian, illegal immigrant, has some knowledge of Gotham, and his emotions suddenly become intense when he sees the ventriloquist and others.
He seemed to know very well what these people would become in the future, and he had many things in common with five-dimensional beings like bat mites.
He deliberately faces reality with a playful attitude, yet surprisingly trusts the identity of Batman.
But compared to the bat mite, he's more like an ordinary person playing a game.
He accepts tasks, completes tasks, and receives rewards. He rarely does anything outrageous, nor does he consider himself extraordinary or commit mass murder.
He considers himself an ordinary person with normal values in a universal sense, and would be willing to lend a helping hand to ventriloquists who have not yet fallen into depravity.
Even when they are quite excited during the riots, exhibiting characteristics similar to clowns or riddles, they will seek pleasure from the outside world.
But at least so far, he has restrained himself.
The Batman deep within his consciousness closed the notebook and placed it on the bookshelf.
His mind was like a vast library, containing an immense amount of knowledge and records. Usually, it contained mostly superheroes and supervillains.
But now, a special guest has appeared here.