r18novel Chapter 212, page 109: The farce at the manor finally comes to an end.
Chapter 212, page 109: The farce at the manor finally comes to an end.
Chapter 212, page 109: The Manor Farce Finally Comes to an End (Where's the title of the previous chapter? Why can't I change it yet? So frustrating!)
"Foolish woman, you shouldn't have run here! This cumbersome machine is too slow!"
When the elevator was halfway down, Evraim rushed up, bent down sharply, and squeezed into the machine through the gap between the roof and the ground.
But he regretted it as soon as he entered.
The stable was dark and his vision was obstructed. Only now did he realize that the elevator was actually open on two sides. The moment he crawled in, Selena had already escaped from the other side.
This was truly an extreme maneuver. Catwoman leaped and narrowly squeezed through the gap. If her timing had been off, she would have been cut in half by the falling elevator, just like the unfortunate Umbrella Corporation employee in Resident Evil 1.
"Mr. Claw, I've already said goodbye. If you continue to pester me, it will only bother me!"
A clear, bell-like laugh rang out from outside the elevator.
Overwhelmed by humiliation, Evraim was blinded by rage and chased after her, reaching out to try and pull the catwoman back from outside.
As expected, a crisp snapping sound was heard, and a blood-splattered hand fell to the ground.
"Damn it, damn woman!"
The elevator continued its descent. The agitated Evraim clutched his wound and kicked the floor incessantly. He was surrounded by stone walls, making escape impossible. His only hope was to descend the elevator into the cave and see if he could find a way out.
But if he does that, will he still be able to find Catwoman?
However, Selena had no intention of using her claws to escape.
She was unaware that Chato was protecting Lucius and Tim in the Batcave, only knowing that she couldn't allow the enemy to reach her ally's hiding place.
Selena immediately pressed the emergency brake button, locking the claws in mid-air.
"Damn it, woman, what do you think you're doing?!"
Evraim was now completely panicked. As a caged bird, he was terrified of his fate. Although he still didn't believe he would fall into the hands of a mere woman, the thought of his companions' reaction when they found out made his fragile and sensitive pride ache.
In order to escape from the cage as soon as possible, he even went so far as to use his treasured scimitar to pry open the ceiling of the elevator.
The elevator was quite old, and although Lucius had repaired and reinforced it, it still could not withstand such abuse.
At the cost of the Ottoman scimitar being destroyed, thanks to Evraim's tireless efforts, a corner of the iron plate was finally pried open.
He inserted his fingers into the gap and pried them open, like Jack Torrance in The Shining splitting open the bathroom door with an axe, revealing half of his ferocious face through the crack.
But instead of Wendy's screams, she was greeted by a road roller—no, a motorcycle!
Yes, Selena's goal isn't to trap the enemy, but to eliminate them.
Both sides in the battle sacrificed their most prized possessions to achieve victory: one side's weapon, and the other side's vehicle.
Of course, with the elevator ceiling in between, the heavy Ducati Diavel couldn't deliver a physical critical hit; at most, it could only block the claws' escape route.
If the ceiling isn't an option, Evraim has the floor as a second choice.
"Run! Run! You'd better get out of here as fast as you can—when I catch you, you'll experience firsthand the cruelest torture in the world."
"Escape? Sorry, Mr. Claw, you're the one who should be escaping, but now you have nowhere to go even if you want to escape."
"Are you ready to be enveloped in the fiery passion of the ladies and enjoy this sizzling night?"
The sound of a Zippo lighter striking his ear filled the air, and at the same time, a large puddle of liquid cascaded down the ceiling onto Evraim's face, then down his neck and soaked his entire body.
The pungent smell of gasoline sent chills down the spines of the sharp claws.
He finally realized what he was about to face.
"You don't need to return the motorcycle."
Selena smiled and turned away, the lighter being tossed over the girl's shoulder, arcing high before falling into the elevator shaft.
In an instant, flames ignited Evraim along with the gasoline.
Amber gold can reduce the pain sensation of claws, but it does not completely block it. Certain severe pains can still stimulate their dulled nerves, such as burning.
"ah!!!!!!!"
His skin rapidly charred in the high temperature, his body fat sizzled and bubbled from being roasted, and the scorching gas entered his lungs through his respiratory tract. His eyeballs quickly lost moisture, and the multiple torments caused Evraim to scream in agony.
What made him even more desperate was that Amber Gold's self-healing ability was still working, adding fuel to the already boiling pot of water.
Evraim rampaged through the confined space for more than ten minutes until he ran out of fuel and collapsed in a corner, panting heavily, looking like a piece of charcoal.
In those short ten minutes, the powerful self-healing ability turned into a curse, repeatedly whipping and tormenting the claws that were already determined to die.
Just when he was in despair, the elevator suddenly started working again.
The pain instantly transformed into boundless rage, and Evraim's eyes seemed to pierce the air as if they were about to burst into flames.
"I'm going to kill you—I'm going to kill you!"
The naked, sharp claws grabbed the curved blade from the ground and waited impatiently at the elevator exit.
He swore he would kill anyone he saw at first glance and chop them to pieces.
Ding!
After a warning sound, the elevator swayed and descended to the ground floor.
Evraim stared in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The man in front of him was also enveloped in flames, but unlike his predicament, he crossed his arms and looked indifferent.
"Who are you----"
Chato extended a finger and unleashed a fiery blast at Evraim.
boom!
The intense white light enveloped the entire elevator. When the light faded, both Evraim and the elevator were gone, leaving only a pool of molten iron bubbling on the ground.
"Another enemy?" Lucius glanced up briefly.
"A naked man, whether he's an enemy or not, is unknown, but he's definitely not one of our own."
Chatto glanced at the gradually solidifying molten iron; he was too lazy to reach in and look for the amber gold anymore.
Meanwhile, inside Wayne Castle, the final battle had come to an end.
Compared to his first battle with the elite Claw William Cobb, Jason had gained a lot of experience and relentlessly attacked the JF-17's head throughout the fight, while Thomas took a foil sword from the wall to assist him.
Meanwhile, the GCPD trio stalled the Claw minions on the side.
With everyone's combined efforts, the last elite Clawed Wyvern was also killed, and Thomas gutted it and dug out the Amber Gold.
"That's too cruel—"
Amidst the splattered blood, Dr. Reed frowned and turned his head away.
He simply couldn't accept that someone who looked like him was a butcher, especially since Thomas's career path wasn't much different from his, and both of them had memories of studying at Harvard Medical School.
"Cruel? Mercy towards the enemy is the greatest cruelty!"
Thomas grinned slyly and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He actually felt disgusted by what he was doing, but in order to distinguish himself from trash like Daniel Reed, he didn't mind dressing himself up to look even worse.
Since realizing he was a clone, Thomas has been plagued by an identity crisis, desperately seeking recognition and approval from others, a fact he himself was unaware of.
Just then, the sound of jet fighters circling outside filled the air, and the windows of the entire castle began to tremble with the sound waves.
James Gordon was startled by the sound.
The rescue team is finally back!
The castle gates were flung open, and a Night Owl covered in blood scabs stormed into the hall.
"You guys certainly know how to pick your timing; you came back after the enemy was dealt with."
Thomas continues to maintain his eccentric persona, with Owl pulling off his mask and giving a cold glance.
"Shut your filthy mouth unless you want me to tear your throat apart!"
Immediately afterwards, Night Owl pushed through the crowd and grabbed Dr. Daniel Reed, who was hiding behind them.
"Are you capable of performing intracranial hemorrhage surgery?"
"what?"
Answer my question!
"I have no practical experience, but I've learned it all in medical school. I can give it a try, but only if I have the equipment."
"I have some in my father's room. I'll get it for you. You can wait for me on the plane!"
The roar of the owl pushed the atmosphere, which had just calmed down, back to its peak. Everyone looked at each other, and they could see the worry in each other's eyes.
Although Isaiah Thomas didn't say anything, everyone guessed that someone was seriously injured, to the point that they needed head surgery.
"Is it Wei?"
While Thomas Jr. retrieved the surgical instruments, Gordon couldn't help but ask a question.
"Yeah! It's that unlucky guy, so when I told you your daughter was safe and sound, did you breathe a sigh of relief? Did you secretly feel lucky?" Night Owl's words were full of gunpowder as he spoke anxiously.
But what he said was true.
Although reluctant to admit it, Gordon couldn't help but feel relieved after learning that his daughter was alright.
Even though her daughter's savior was still in danger.
Gordon lowered his head in shame.
Just as the owl was about to leave, Thomas volunteered again.
"I'll go too. I studied medicine just like him."
"bring it on!"
After receiving an affirmative answer, Thomas's smile practically spilled out from the corners of his mouth.
He had a brilliant idea: as long as he saved Bruce Wayne's life and didn't give him a chance to repay the favor, the other party would live with gratitude for him forever. Wasn't this a way to defeat Bruce?
The two returned to the cabin, where Dr. Reed had already performed a brief examination on Qin Wei.
"Your judgment is very accurate. It is most likely an epidural hematoma, which is the mildest form of intracranial hemorrhage. I suggest you take him to the hospital first." Daniel's professional habits told him that he should follow the procedures, but the irritable patient's family would not give him a chance to shirk responsibility.
"How am I supposed to get him to the hospital? Look at the state of Gotham now! Today, it's either you and him lying down together, or he and you standing up together! There's no other choice!" Night Owl threatened, grabbing Reed by the collar.
Meanwhile, the unscrupulous doctor Thomas had already begun sterilizing the surgical instruments.
"Actually, our respected Dr. Reed is right; it's just an epidural hemorrhage. Bruce is still sensible, which means the compression site isn't very deep, and the fact that his symptoms haven't worsened means the bleeding at the wound site has stopped."
"Theoretically speaking, all you need to do is drill a small hole in the head and bleed the person."
"What about the bleeding site? How can we determine the bleeding site without a CT scan? This is irresponsible of you to the patient." Dr. Reed pulled his hand away from Night Owl's. When it came to his job, the timid Dr. Reed suddenly became assertive.
"Look at this huge swelling on his head, I bet it's here!" Thomas continued with a grin.
"That's irresponsible of you to the patients!"
"Take responsibility? I have a more responsible approach!"
Thomas suddenly put on a stern face and took out the amber gold he had just dug out.
But before he could even open his mouth, Night Owl cut him off.
"You know the side effects of this stuff better than I do."
"Yes, I was just joking."
Thomas laid out the sterilized surgical instruments on the tray and gestured "please" to Dr. Reed.
Reed had no choice. His Adam's apple bobbed, and under the owl's burning gaze, he stepped onto the makeshift operating table. Having this plastic surgeon perform brain surgery was like forcing a duck onto a shelf, but Gotham was in complete chaos, and finding a second doctor was a pipe dream.
Just as Dr. Reed put on his gloves and was about to pick up the scalpel, Qin Wei, who had been in a semi-conscious state, suddenly pushed his hand away.
"Poor Bruce, his brain is completely crushed—"
Thomas muttered gloatingly, but the next second Qin Wei pointed at him.
"You—help me—don't want him!"
Thomas's pupils dilated suddenly. Wasn't this the opportunity he had been dreaming of—to make Bruce owe him a favor?
He just didn't understand why they would use him, a newcomer who had never been on the operating table since graduating from Harvard Medical School, instead of a professional doctor.
Night Owl shook his head, indicating that he couldn't understand, but in the end he chose to trust Qin and let Thomas take over.
"Wuhu!"
Thomas, wearing a mask, excitedly blew a whistle.
Meanwhile, Dr. Reed, who had been demoted, stood helplessly in the corner.
"Is there anything else I need to do here?"
"No need, you can go back now." Because of Qin Wei's small action, Night Owl became wary of Reed and did not hesitate to ask him to leave.
With nothing to do, Dr. Reed was kicked off the plane.
But the moment he stepped off the boarding stairs onto the ground, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Bruce! I believe I haven't given myself away, and I would never harm you at this crucial moment, so why won't you let me perform the surgery?"
Standing in the downpour, the man rubbed his burning temples.
"I laid so many smokescreens to conceal my true identity, but you still suspected me in the end. I must say, you are a truly formidable opponent."
Dr. Reed — no, we should actually call him the real Dr. Reed or the true Dr. Reed.
Compared to the high-quality imitation sitting at the six-person round table, thinking he was in control, this is the real Thomas Elliott.
As for how he tricked the truth serum and what he was plotting while lurking beside Qin Wei, that's another story.