The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2527 The Battle for the Cloak (57)

Chapter 2501 Battle for the Cape (Fifty-Seven)

"Yes, Jason, I heard about it. I have the same opinion as you. Now is not a good time to leave the city." Peter walked around the room holding the phone and said, "There will definitely be traffic jams on the road. If that madman comes with a bomb, we will all be stuck."

"I suggest you prepare a first aid kit first. Even if the bomb doesn't explode, if it causes a riot, someone may get hurt. Okay, I understand."

"No." Peter's face changed slightly and then he said, "After I recovered from the illness, that strange strong power and predictive ability disappeared. I guess it may be that the disease allowed me to release muscle restrictions, but it is not normal after all."

"Yeah, I was thinking too. It would be great if that ability was still there. At least I can protect Gwen and you. Well, we are really not at the age to think about these unrealistic things. Be safe. Goodbye."

Peter put down the phone and sighed. What Jason just said reminded him of the past. It was a coincidence that Jason and he fell ill at the same time. Jason lost his memory due to the illness, but he gained a strong power due to the illness, but it disappeared soon after he recovered.

But these two illnesses also made them best friends. For decades, they watched each other grow up, get married, have children, and live a stable life.

After Peter put down the phone, he was also concentrating on listening to the news on the TV in the living room. The reason why he didn't go out was that he felt a little uncomfortable and a sense of anxiety spread in his heart, but he couldn't explain why he was anxious.

The clown appeared on the screen.

At this time, he was standing on the roof of a building. The camera didn't give him a close-up. It has always been like this. He is always far away from the camera, as if he is afraid that others will take pictures of his true face.

But even from a distance, people can see his arrogant smile, so crazy, cruel, and indifferent.

He was going to announce the location of the second bomb, but he didn't know if it was an operational error. There were several red dots on the map he prepared.

There was another accident in this live broadcast. The clown was explaining it cracklingly, but he didn't know where a homeless man rushed out, knocked him down and strangled his neck tightly.

Until the clown broke free, punched him hard, and stunned him with an electric shock device, the camera was turned off.

"Did you see the homeless man just now?" Peter called Jason again and said, "I think he looks familiar. Is he from our neighborhood?"

"I seem to have met him a few times." Jason said, "My daughter seems to have been harassed by him, and I was so angry that I beat him up."

"Are you sure it's that lunatic? Are you sure you didn't recognize him?"

"Yes, he kept mumbling something every day that this is not real, it's just a dream, and he also told me to wake up quickly. I called the police and the mental hospital, but it was useless. He would be back soon. He is really a persistent lunatic."

"But he is also a hero." Peter lowered his head and said, "If you dare to cause trouble for the clown now, you will definitely not end well."

Then the two fell into a long silence. "Honestly, I feel a little uncomfortable." Jason lowered his voice and said, "I don't know how to say it, but I really want to punch that clown. I even... I even want to kill him." "I kind of want to save people." Peter looked at his family who were sorting things in the yard with worry and said, "I know this is irrational, because I can't do anything if I go. It's better to stay here to protect my family. Gwen and Annie both need me." Then there was another silence. Jason suddenly laughed and said, "Should we say that we are worthy of being friends? Even the sympathy attacks at the same time." "Do you think this is just simple sympathy?" "Isn't it? But now we can only take care of ourselves, so don't think too much." Jason hung up the phone, but his mood was not as relaxed as he described. When the homeless man rushed up to beat the clown just now, he might have been too close to the microphone worn by the clown. Jason heard him say "It should have been Batman" or something. Jason was also inexplicably familiar with the word Batman. He couldn't remember more, but he kept repeating this word until he saw a figure in the Joker's next live broadcast, a figure with pointed ears.

The second bomb still exploded, still killing countless people who didn't have time to escape, but this time people found that when the Joker announced the second bomb, the red dots on the map might represent the third, fourth, and fifth bombs.

The location of a bomb was announced every hour. If they knew the next one in advance, they would have at least an hour to escape. One hour is still more than enough for four kilometers. Even if there is a traffic jam, they can walk out.

The people in the red dot area held an attitude of disbelief and began to move out of the area.

The Joker appeared on the screen for the third time, and he laughed and warned everyone not to forget another rule of this game.

But before he could repeat the rule, he was knocked to the ground by a punch from a figure. The figure with pointed ears roared: "Shut up! Do you want to destroy the world?!" "Batman, you are finally here!" A voice sounded nearby, and a homeless man with messy hair and a big beard rushed up and shouted at Batman: "Quickly subdue the Joker! Make him tell us the location of the bomb, we have to defuse it!!"

But Batman didn't care. He kept beating the clown until he was pulled away by the homeless man.

"What are you doing?! Batman!!"

What appeared in Batman's blurred vision was Superman's face, but he was no longer as strong and handsome as he remembered. Although his frame was still tall, he had become very thin, and his cheeks were sunken, except for his still bright blue eyes. It shows that he is not even remotely like a powerful Superman other than Clark Kent.

boom!

Clark punched Batman, and Batman touched his cheekbones in shock. Clark looked at him with an extremely disappointed look and said, "Batman, what's wrong with you?! Are you crazy?" We have to rescue people quickly!”

"I have to save Jason first." Batman said, "This world cannot be destroyed. His family and children are here!"

"Can you save someone by killing the Joker?!" Clark roared, "Ask about the bomb first!!"

"But he just wants to destroy Jason again, and I can't let him succeed." Batman firmly grabbed the Joker's collar and said, "He must have appeared for this reason. I couldn't stop him before. He won't do it this time." Got it."

Clark had to pull Batman away again. He looked at Batman with red eyes and said, "What on earth are you talking about? Do you know how many people are dying for this?"

"This is just a dream." Batman said: "Dreams always wake up, and they always die."

boom! Another punch, this time Clark knocked Batman to the ground directly. He looked at Batman with tears in his eyes and said: "You are not Batman, you are a madman."

"You're the one who's crazy! Why should we regard virtuality as reality?! Why should we save some people in dreams? We can't save them in the end, because dreams always wake up."

"Of course because you are a human being, Batman!" Clark looked at him in disbelief and said: "When you see your compatriots suffering, you should not be able to suppress your sympathy at all. When you see criminals committing crimes, you also You shouldn’t be able to restrain your righteous heart, this is the most basic human nature, isn’t it?”

"Why on earth can you stand here indifferently and analyze rationally and calmly that this is a dream, but are indifferent to those broken limbs, the blood they shed, their wails, their cries and their deaths?!"

Batman was speechless.

Clark took a few steps back, shook his head and said, "Maybe they are right. Batman is a madman. You are a natural antisocial personality patient. You have no normal emotional feedback at all."

"But I do." Clark looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I'm not like you. I bleed, so I have to save those who also bleed, because if I see them crying, I can't calm down. There is no reason to convince or comfort myself. When their helpless voices reach my ears, this is my unshirkable mission.”

"Even if you can't save them at all?"

"I only do it for my own conscience, and I thought you understood me."

After speaking, Clark turned around and left without looking back. Batman stood there for a long time, and finally dropped the Joker.

Cries began to appear in the neighborhood where Jason and Peter were. The third bomb mark was not far from their neighborhood, and all those people rushed towards it.

Many people didn't bring anything with them because they were too scared. Some people wanted to take advantage of the situation and snatch survival supplies from others. There were also some locals who were eyeing this group of fat sheep. The community next door was much richer than here. Grab a sum of money, and then when it's your turn to run away, you won't be too embarrassed.

After hearing a woman's scream, Jason finally couldn't help but rushed out. He pushed away the gangster who was tearing the woman's clothes away, punched him in the side of the face, and kicked him again. Kicked to the ground.

As soon as he helped the woman back to his house, he saw two children standing on the roadside crying. Jason had to run over to help them find their parents. As soon as he put them back into his parents' hands, the car at the campground next to him stopped again. on fire.

Jason rushed over as fast as he could, but saw a familiar figure. Peter rushed out from another street not far away. The two met and looked at each other without saying a word.

"I couldn't help it." Jason said as he picked up the fire extinguisher and walked around the car: "When I heard the scream, my mind went blank. By the time I reacted, I was already on the street."

"Who isn't?"

The person who spoke was not Peter, but another uncle who was much older than them. He took another fire extinguisher and sprayed it at the car and said: "I haven't worked as a firefighter in more than 20 years." , come on, young man, take this ax and break open the car door."

Jason took the ax, swung it round and opened the door, and pulled out the driver who was almost choked in the car. The two women next to him hurriedly ran up and started pouring water on him.

The driver was quickly sent to the campground. His arms were burned and his feet were burned. More importantly, he had inhaled a lot of smoke and his whole body was a little unclear.

A doctor was treating the injured nearby, and some residents nearby were maintaining order.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!! Don't compete with the patient for oxygen!! There is a new wounded person here, my God, you are not the driver of that car, are you?! Come on, come on, lie down."

Peter quickly walked over. He helped those people transport the injured, while Jason dealt with a few gangsters who wanted to get closer to the camp. Everything was busy but orderly.

This feeling was a bit familiar. Jason couldn't place it. He wasn't lying just now. When he heard someone screaming in pain outside the door, he couldn't think rationally at all and just wanted to rush out to help.

And now he discovered that he was not the only one. As the chaos spread faster and faster, many people heard the screams while sitting at home and went out to provide help as they could.

They really couldn't do anything. The most they could do was use the weapons they had at home to threaten those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, disinfect and bandage the injured, spray the sprained feet, and give the frightened ones a cup of hot coffee.

They were not thinking about anything, Jason discovered this. They were like worker ants in an ant colony, only acting on instinct.

Most ordinary people cannot think rationally in the face of disasters, but it is this irrationality that prevents them from evaluating their abilities and conditions in most cases. Many people’s first instinct in such situations is to rescue them. people.

It has nothing to do with ability or responsibility, just paying for some emotions in my mind, and maybe one day I will pay the price for it.

But by then, the tiniest of mayflies will be able to understand the saint's state of mind like a soul and say, "What I want in this life is to have a clear conscience."