69novels Chapter 135
Chapter 135
Johnson rushed out of the room, holding the mobile phone that had not been hung up.
"About's school is under the control of the clown's minions," he said to Carl, pale.
"Oldest and most classic game, Bats," said the Joker, grinning maliciously. "School and Robin. Either."
Batman tightened his jaw.
Carl sighed.
"Let's go," he said to Johnson. "Give me some of your clothes—preferably new, or ones you've never worn."
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Another world, in the universe.
"What the hell are you trying to say? My dad and I were having fun! He built a statue of my mom on his planet, and he's been looking for me for years, and you know what? He hired Yondu who was kidnapped on Earth, he hired Yondu to take me home, but Yondu didn’t do that, he detained me and asked me to follow the raiders and steal things for them!”
Peter cried out.
"Obviously he has a problem," Gamora said, "use your brains - at least you are still smarter than Drax, if he really wants to find you, why did Yondu keep you for so many years and he didn't No reaction?"
"He, he..." Peter was speechless, he pursed his lips anxiously, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Angela! Angela, tell me, didn't your father leave you to us?"
"Superman is not my dad," said Angela, gazing at the planet beneath her feet. "I don't like your dad. He looks alive, but he's cold, dead, and cruel. He doesn't love you either. I don't think he does." love anybody."
"Wow..." Peter stared blankly at Angela, "I didn't know you could say so much in one breath, I thought your race could only say a few words at a time, and Groot could only say 'I It's Groot' sort of thing. But last time he said 'we are Groot', so I'm pretty optimistic about the state of his language..."
Angela looked at him for a few seconds and lowered her eyes.
Gamora looked at Peter intently.
She has already realized Angela's influence on Peter. Although Peter never admits it, he is undoubtedly the one who cares about and loves Angela the most in the whole team.
The second is Drax. Drax, who has lost all his relatives, always takes special care of the little girl whose age is almost the same as his own daughter.
"Okay." Sure enough, in front of Angela's attitude, Peter sighed in frustration and slumped his shoulders, "I will investigate carefully."
Gamora showed a satisfied smile, but Angela, who was standing beside her, just turned her head and silently cast her eyes on the earth.
The red cloak that often flew in the sky disappeared.
The stratosphere is empty.
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When Johnson drove the car all the way, Abbott's school was surrounded by police cars dispatched from Gotham City.
The entire street was cordoned off, and the scene was chaotic. Many parents who had arrived before Johnson piled up their cars at the intersection. Two streets away from the school, both of them were killed by those Cars parked indiscriminately blocked.
"Let's get out of the car," Johnson said, frowning, and his face, which was extremely stiff from excitement and depression, showed an astonishingly ferocious aura, "The road ahead has been completely blocked, and the walking speed is even faster. Hurry up."
"We don't get out of the car." Carl said, "These cars are just ordinary cars. Your car has been modified and has enough power. We can directly push them and drive the car over. We are not only blocked by these cars, but also There are police cars and police officers transferred from other branches of the Gotham City Police Department, and driving directly can prevent them from blocking."
Johnson glanced at Carl in the rearview mirror with some surprise. He didn't expect that Carl could make such a violent suggestion.
But what Karl said was obviously very reasonable, and part of the shock, anger, and rage that he received was vented by his ruthless and crazy racing behavior. After his mind cooled down a little, he had to admit that what Karl said was right.
Abbott's grades are very good, and he went to the best high school in Gotham City, the same school as Jason.
This high school, which is maintained by the funds invested by the Wayne Group, is not only a school with the best educational resources in Gotham City, but also almost one of the safest places in Gotham City.
Its students include the children of most of the officials of the Gotham City government, as well as the juniors of many families who are active in Gotham City, as well as the group of gifted students selected from the entire city-the latter is almost It can also be regarded as the backbone of the development of Gotham City in the next 20 years.
After all, Gotham City is too dangerous to keep many foreign talents.
Even if most people came here with the intention of staying there for a long time, after living for a year or two, they would have survived the fights of the big and small gangsters, and they would decisively retreat in the face of the riots in Arkham.
It is precisely because the students in this school are so important that the Wayne Group spared no effort to build a fortress-like security system for it. Surveillance cameras are everywhere, every floor has a warning room, and all doors of the school are equipped with metal Detectors, even the principal and members of the board of trustees cannot escape detection.
There are hundreds of security guards in the school, all of whom are retired special forces specially hired from all over the country. The security team is well-ordered and experienced. Because of the special nature of this city, each security guard is equipped with weapons with high attack power. It is no exaggeration to say that Saying that, the security of the entire school is stronger than the garrison around Gotham City.
"This school is designed so that it can be blocked from the inside, and it was originally considered as a temporary security base for Gotham City." Johnson said, as expected, he did not step on the brakes, but instead slammed the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel neatly Hit, abruptly squeezed through several cars.
There was a toothache scratching sound between the car and the car, between the tires and the ground.
"Attention the vehicles in front! Attention the vehicles in front! Please pull over immediately! Please pull over immediately!"
The movement of this car was too big, it was clear that it was forcibly breaking through, and it immediately attracted the attention of the police behind.
They gathered around and loudly stopped their movements with a loudspeaker on. Johnson, who was in a particularly bad mood when he was jammed outside by a bunch of cars, cursed through gritted teeth: "This group of idiots, dragging their feet, don't know How much did you charge?"
Karl didn't comment on the police corruption in Gotham City.
He just raised his head and looked at the school not far away. There was no building to block it. As a new building, this school did not deliberately use a large amount of lead elements, so Karl could easily see the situation in the school.
A group of people dressed as clowns were laughing in the school. The guards in the school fell to the ground one by one, unconscious. The clowns took spray to check whether they were really unconscious. Spray it on his face, the guards suddenly fell to the ground, and the clowns all laughed wildly. The scene was flustered and grotesque, but there was also an indescribable black humor.
The students and teachers were driven into a large hall. The students stood in a pile, and the teachers stood in a pile. In each square, a clown held a weapon looted from the guards to maintain order.
No one has been killed or injured so far.
But every clown has a lot of dynamite strapped to his body.
They did not hide this point at all, or they reminded this point intentionally or unintentionally. Their exaggerated and comical movements occasionally lifted the corners of their clothes, revealing their waists, flashing countdown lights and messy fuzes appearing and disappearing from time to time. Everyone held hostage was terrified.
Sadness, fear, despair are very bad smells.
Their prelude is very sweet, the middle stage is sharp and biting, and the aroma becomes more intense and mellow, but that is just the illusion that the smeller has become accustomed to the sharp and biting, and the painful toxin is still hidden in the depth of this sweetness.
The stronger the despair, the more irresistible the scent of pain and hope that persists even after the pain has reached its extreme.
Because that little bit of hope is so moving.
Even if it is highly poisonous, it only makes the soil where it was born more fertile.
"Johnson, stop right here. Don't worry, go northwest, there's an empty police van that can hide you, and there's a young policeman in it who's freaked out by the situation, you can knock him out and change Put on his clothes. It may be a little small, but no one cares so much about this timing. The police in Gotham City are unlikely to have any effective actions. I will sneak into the school first, deal with those clowns and open the blockade." Carl Say, "You can go in and save your Abt, he's in the Coliseum. Do you know where the Coliseum is?"
Batman is unlikely to go to Jason.
Choosing between the two is a painful process...the older version of Batman may make a perfect enough decision, but also let others go to a certain extent, and may seek help from other heroes.
But in this time period, there is no doubt about what the Batman of this world will do.
He would give priority to rescuing the school and temporarily abandon Jason.
Of course, he will still look for Jason after the school matter is resolved, but the fact is so heart-wrenching. Batman's first target is always the clown, and Jason has to lean back; To make a choice between the others, Jason had to lean back.
When the first Robin Dick was taken in by Batman, Batman was much younger and hadn't become as cold, authoritarian and implicitly crazy in his entanglements with the criminals of Gotham City as he was when he and Jason acted together , even during the period when he first met Jason, Batman was actually a person who loved to laugh.
Dick had Batman at his brightest and most vivacious, and the third Robin, Timothy, had the silent care and care of Batman after losing the second Robin, let alone the fourth boy in the Bat-family, Dammy. Ann, who is Batman's own son, has been in the natural sweet spot from the start, screaming, rowdy, and wantonly blaming Batman, who can't do anything but get pissed off.
Just Jason, poor Jason.