NovelsAlex Chapter 216 Maybe You Should Fear Me
Chapter 216 Maybe You Should Fear Me
Chapter 216 Maybe You Should Fear Me
It's hard to say whether the gods are gods or not, nerves...
This Lynn has a little say.
And if you start from Lynn's perspective purely, there seems to be no difference between a god and a nerve.
It's nothing more than whether anyone pays homage to it.
"I don't really know what you want to say. However, if you are asking about this ring, then I can only tell you that this thing is not exclusive to a god, nor is it from me."
Lynn lit up the orange ring on his finger. Under the natural light, the ring was shining with a strange brilliance, and it looked different from what Lynn said.
However, Diana seemed to believe it, and it can be said that she really didn't get too entangled in this aspect.
"After all, we used to be comrades who fought side by side."
Glancing at the bandages on her body, and then glanced at the kitten, Diana smiled calmly: "Although our fighting side by side doesn't seem to be what I thought.
All right. "
After speaking, Diana stood up and walked out the door: "As for the matter of God and man, I think we will soon have an answer that we can all agree with.
Lynn, look forward to seeing you next time. "
As she said that, she looked at the kitten above Lin En's head again: "And you. After my injury recovers, we have some things to solve."
"Who's afraid of you! Lynn! Hit her!"
Diana smiled and shook her head, and went out the door.
Only then did Lynn see that this Ms. Diana, who was swinging every day, was actually riding a motorcycle.
This means of transportation is pretty good, with a kind of wild beauty.
"But what did Diana want to say?"
Fighting side by side is not what she once thought?
What did she think?
Lynn didn't want to understand, and could only temporarily think that Diana thought about going to fight some revived ancient god with him or something like that.
"It's really hard to understand."
Don't think about it if you can't figure it out, Lynn has always done things like this.
Just sitting on the chair and leaning back, Lynn's head is still hurting. Now, it's time to recuperate.
As for how long to cultivate, it depends on when you can't lie down anymore.
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The superheroes all disappeared in front of the public, and they all started the work of recuperating and recuperating for an indefinite period.
It looked as if the problem had been solved, and everyone was happy and rejoicing.
However, the trauma brought by the Sangongmo to human society is not so easy to end.
Before he was sent away, this big red devil actually destroyed half of the human city, not counting the economic loss. spend.
The pain really affects everyone, no matter whether they have experienced the pain of losing their loved ones or not, the feeling of powerlessness and despair in the face of disaster is shared by everyone.
Even if they didn't experience it personally, but facing such a monster, through various live news and real and fake videos circulating on the Internet, human beings either actively or passively welcomed the baptism of fear.
All kinds of new cults propagandize all kinds of theories of annihilating the world and breed all over the place.The incompetence shown by the armed forces of human society in the face of such a powerful disaster invasion has also been questioned in various ways, and even...
A considerable number of people also questioned the superheroes by the way.
What is the use of the existence of you people?
Why did you fail to protect our compatriots?
Why do you usually appear in every corner of the city, as if you can meet superheroes doing things when you go out to take out the trash, but when you are really needed, you are always late?
Who will be responsible for the lives of our ordinary people?
Should things like superheroes be standardized in behavior, professionalized, and reasonably distributed among cities?
Why does Superman always haunt Metropolis? If he lived in our city, wouldn't such things happen?
All kinds of strange or outrageous or ignorant remarks are flooding the entire online world, and even real life cannot be avoided.
As one of the main battlefields in the battle, the most severely destroyed city showed an extremely magical side.
At one end of the city, someone held a sign and shouted: We also need Superman, we need heroes, we should not be abandoned...
In another part of the city, the same person held up the same sign, and the same person yelled: We don't need shit superheroes, superheroes are liars, superheroes cause disasters...
This kind of scene, not to mention those ordinary superheroes, have never seen it, even those of the level of Batman and Lynn.
It seems that someone is stirring up the wind and rain, deliberately guiding something, making some people get excited for some reason, and then driving more people, more people...
Fear is spreading, the chain of trust is gradually broken, all kinds of chaos and crimes in society are increasing day by day, and then more fear and more mistrust are born...
Vicious circle.
Batman was forced to climb down from the hospital bed after only three or five days of recuperation.
As one of the few big cities in the world, Gotham seems to be interested in striving for a first place in every aspect, whether it is good or bad, whether it is gained or lost.Compared to good, it must be that our Gotham is better than you, compared to bad, then our Gotham is really bad...
This turmoil against superheroes is so inexplicably like an infectious disease, with the wonderful wind blowing on the Internet, it swept to Gotham.
And, it quickly surpassed other cities and became a mess.
Gotham's crime rate burst like a taut, crushed spring with a whoosh.
However, this time, Batman discovered that while those guys were committing crimes, hurting others, and stinging the city, Gotham people's emotions towards the totem of Batman were rising day by day.
However, it is not welcome and love.
It's disgust, it's condemnation, it's fear, it's hatred.
Lynn didn't care about these things. Lynn seemed to have seen such a scene a long time ago, and seemed to have been secretly looking forward to such a scene.
Yeah, of course Lynn loves the scene and of course looks forward to it happening.
He once spoke his mind to Batman unabashedly.
Compared with Batman's constant battles against the dark side of Gotham, trying to nibble and divide those evils, and influencing the people of Gotham bit by bit, Lynn's method is more direct and extreme.
Or, I don't care.Let him do whatever Gotham likes, as long as I can't die myself.
If you want to take care of it, then smash Gotham to pieces!smash!Wipe it off the dirt!
When this dark and muddy Gotham disappears and becomes a "past" that is heavily mentioned in the story, then rebuild Gotham.
In Lynn's eyes, a new Gotham seems to be worth saving more than the current Gotham.
Lin En didn't want to be a doctor, he just wanted to kill a crippled person who was dying, and then use its bones and blood to nourish a newborn baby.
Once upon a time, Batman wondered whether Lynn was really completely crazy because of Lynn's thoughts.
However, his rationality kept telling him that what Lynn said might be right.
Now, the scene that Lynn wants to see is germinating. If Lynn knew the changes in Gotham at this time, he would not be worried, and he would never be disappointed. He would laugh out loud, at the highest point of Gotham , looking at the chaotic city, singing his favorite song.
Lynn can do it, but Batman can't do it, Bruce Wayne can't do it.
"Alfred, what's going on outside now?"
After a few days of recuperation, the headache didn't get better, on the contrary, it became more serious.If the problems Batman faces can be quantified, they may be hundreds of times that of Lynn. Similarly, his stress and depression will probably be a similar number.
Looking at his young master's dark circles under his eyes, which he used to spend the day and drink and stay up late at night to save Gotham's climate, are now hanging on his face, almost reaching his chin, Alfred is lying if he doesn't feel distressed, But he also knew that in the current situation, it was impossible for his young master to stop.
The more this happens, the more Batman will become a machine-like existence.
Helplessly sighing in his heart, Alfred said in a low voice: "The current situation in Gotham is similar to what we discussed before.
The citizens of Gotham...they really feel right now that Gotham might be better off without Batman.
Master..."
"I know."
Bruce shook his head and stood up: "I know what to do. I know, I have to."
His eyes became more resolute, Bruce Wayne looked at his old butler, his old friend, showed an apologetic expression, shook his head slightly, opened the door and walked out.
Alfred knew the meaning of that expression. He knew that what Bruce Wayne needed most now was to rest, instead of going out to pick up the strong and help the weak in the chaotic streets outside. Bruce Wayne himself knew that Gotham needs a bat "forever" Batman, not "now" needs a Batman.
But he could only say sorry, then put on that suit, that armor, and once again, like countless times before, walked onto the streets of Gotham late at night, doing what he has always done, and will always do in the future things to do.
Who made him a part of Gotham, who made him want to save Gotham.
Bruce Wayne came to the basement passage leading to the Batcave in silence, put on his armor in silence, and drove the Batmobile out of the Batcave in silence.
Alfred was standing in front of the window. From his angle, of course he couldn't see the Batmobile or Bruce Wayne, but his eyes seemed to penetrate not only the glass, but also the deep night and the city. Blocked by the building, I saw the tired Batman, saw his sadness, pain, and involuntary...
"It shouldn't be like this..."
Alfred muttered to himself: "You can't bully the only one who wants to do something for you..."
Thinking of this, Alfred frowned, and took out the phone from his pocket.
Gotham's superheroes are not limited to Batman himself, but it seems that there are not too many who can do something for Gotham. Alfred knows that there is only one person who can be contacted.
"Lynn..."
Alfred dialed the phone: "...help Bruce, this is my request to you as a friend and a Gotham man."
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Batman and Lynn have never had any kind of intentional collaboration with Gotham.
Because from a methodological point of view, the two of them have essential contradictions and conflicts, and it is almost impossible to be compatible.
Therefore, Batman can turn a blind eye to Lynn's killing, but he will not ask Lynn to save Gotham with him.
Lynn could also be completely ignorant of Batman's stubbornness, entanglement, and self-contradiction, and never persuaded him to make any changes.
This is a kind of tacit understanding between "travelers". As for whether there is any element of comparison, it is not easy to say.
But at this moment, Batman is still fighting alone.
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The roar of the engine did not break the silence that should have been at night, because the streets at this time were slightly more chaotic than before.
This is Gotham, and the chaos in Gotham can escalate again. This is an outrageous thing, but Gotham is so magical, breaking through the bottom line that does not exist time and time again.
Bang!A shriveled and deformed metal trash can hit the decelerating Batmobile.
The chaotic young people on the streets covered by the flames burst into cheers immediately. They were protecting their "battle results" and by the way "bravely" launched an attack on the authority.
One after another, trash cans were thrown onto the Batmobile, cheers erupted one after another.
And Batman sitting in the car has no expression on his bearded face, he is really indifferent like a machine.
"You have found the wrong opponent."
He murmured to himself, "You shouldn't let yourself down."
boom!
The tires rubbed against the slippery ground violently, and a puff of white smoke was emitted, exuding an unpleasant smell.
The Batmobile suddenly rushed towards several huge iron barrels that were lined up side by side with burning flames. The Batman in the car slammed the steering wheel. It hit a group of social youths leaning against the wall.
The mob scattered like birds and beasts, but there were still unlucky ghosts who were hit by the iron bucket, clutching their broken arms in pain, wailing loudly, leaving tears of regret or not.
Some people turned around and ran away without looking back, like a mouse startled in the dark, they quickly disappeared into the dark night when the fire was no longer bright.
The other part sternly mustered up the courage that didn't know where it came from, picked up the burning wood on the ground and kept cursing loudly, and threw it at the stationary Batmobile, shouting all the time, give it to yourself, give it to you. The indeterminate "companions" cheered up: "He dare not do anything to us! He dare not kill anyone! We are still underage! We did nothing wrong!"
"Yes. You are right."
The top cover of the Batmobile was opened, with his shoulders crossed, Batman with his head bowed slowly stood up, raised his chin covered with raving stubble, and said slowly: "...I will not kill you. But , I promise, you will always remember this night, remember how you broke your arm, remember...
You made the wrong choice. "
Zi~!
The shackle penetrated a young man's shoulder and dragged him, dragging him to Batman's face.
"Maybe...you should fear me instead of respecting me..."
(End of this chapter)