Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think I can beat him up now?"

As a master of tactics, Batman is not the kind of blind and confident person. He sees hundreds of madmen who are attracted by the fragrance of wine around him, and infected madmen are surrounding him layer by layer.

As the Baccarat continues to spread, restless sounds began to make in the buildings in the distance. Obviously, more people were infected.

"I said you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you can't pass it, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner."

"I always feel like you're hinting at something."

After Batman finished speaking, he threw two bat darts at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics. If he evacuated, these crazy monsters rushed into Gotham, which would cause countless tragedies. So even though he knew that evacuation was the best tactic, he could not leave.

Alberto laughed wildly and avoided the bat dart, pounced on him, and the two began to fight.

On the other side, Schiller had entered the church. He stood on the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself: "Is this one falling into the Baccarat... Is that one falling into the chemical factory? Or the circus? Could it be..."

Then he continued with some confusion: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought..."

At this time, from behind the base of his Jesus statue, a man wearing a bird-shaped mask walked out, and he said, "It's really you, you've been interfering with us."

Schiller rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't disturb my thinking."

“You will pay the price against the Owl Court.”

Schiller seemed to be a little impatient by him, and he said, "What, hasn't your companions been able to restrain you?"

"You mean those idiots who are trapped by you? They and I..."

"I mean those who dote on shit."

The person on the opposite side was choked, and seemed to be disgusted by his instinctive association. He said, "You dare to mention that despicable trap!"

"That's much better than your stupid and uncreative plans, Water Plan? What stupid ideas do you have? Tinder Plan?"

"Silly Plan?!" The person opposite raised his tone and said, "Look, we have created a real immortal madman with fine wine! He will become a permanent nightmare for Gotham! Look outside..."

Outside the church, Batman was in a tough battle, because the first batch of infected madmen had been surrounded, he was caught in a beating of dozens of people, and his superb martial arts did not allow him to take much advantage. He was already injured at this time.

"What you created doesn't matter, what's important is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you seen it yet? The wine is already boiling! It will spread throughout Gotham! What you do is useless! The city will eventually fall into madness..."

Schiller looked at Alberto who was fighting Batman with a group of people, and he sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him."

The bird-shaped masked man opposite was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Source Plan! Gotham's never-dead nightmare! As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will drag the entire city into the abyss!!"

“…How to say it.”

"Your formula is correct, but the value is wrong."

Then he said with some emotion: "No one can control Batman, and no one can control his opponent, even the Owl Court cannot."

"Batman? Are you talking about the stray dog ​​outside the door that was almost killed?"

"I advise you to save him now, otherwise it would be too late."

"Are you threatening me? It's so old-fashioned..."

"No, of course not."

The bird-shaped masked man looked at him and asked, "You are still in a mood to be mysterious? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected by madness. Do you understand what a terrible situation is?"

"That's not scary. You don't understand. What's really scary is not the zombie siege..."

Schiller sighed, as if he was not interested in talking to the person opposite him. He disappeared in front of the man and flashed to the roof of the bell tower of the cathedral, and then said the half sentence he had not finished: "What is really scary is... the clown returns to his soul."

Downstairs, the situation has become increasingly unfavorable to Batman, and there are too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman did not have the ability to go to heaven and earth. He suddenly fell into such a hard battle, and it was difficult for him to gain an advantage. More importantly, this group of madmen didn't care about it at all. Some methods used to interfere with their opponents were useless. They didn't take that trick at all. Even if they were hit by an important part of the eye, they would still scream and pounce on them.

Batman has never dealt with such an opponent who is not afraid of death, and he suffers inexperienced losses.

Batman felt blood on his forehead oozing into his eyes, making his eyes turn bloody. His calves were hit by a brick and his ankles were severely painful, which made him kneel directly on the ground. Then, fists and weapons fell like raindrops, and all kinds of chaotic sounds began to come from his mind, and all the internal organs seemed to have been displaced.

Batman fell down, and he kept gasping.

In his blurred vision, he saw a strong light flashing on the street in front of the church. He saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest. Outside the forest, a violent beam of strong light shone in, melting away the dark trunks.

I'd like to taste a bite and know everything

In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. With the screams coming from afar, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocking countless people away, and then stopped in front of Batman.

Guli

Batman lay on the ground and gasped. The moment he looked up, he saw a pale face and a weird smile on the truck seat.

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the dark tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground and saw a familiar night sky in the strong light of the headlights. As the light and shadow swayed, it seemed that the group of familiar bats were passing by.

He seemed to have become the helpless little blues again, and blood dripped from his forehead and splashed to the ground, like a blood-red pearl necklace.

He heard a burst of laughter, not as big as he had heard before, but was not as harsh as he had heard before, but it was very low and gentle, as if it was in his heart, but it made Batman want to get up like crazy and see who it was.

Alberto turned and looked at the truck. The door of the truck opened. The driver inside was wearing a work suit. He smiled softly, his shoulders trembled, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

The laughter didn't sound crazy at all, and it even had a little bit of childlike innocence, just like when I was a child, I used a toy truck to knock over the toy soldiers, watching my toys fall to the ground, exuding the malice that belongs to the child alone.

Alberto and the other madmen only stopped for a moment, and then began to attack the strange intruder.

Surprisingly, the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, and ran out loudly, almost running away with his head in his arms.

He ran to the opposite side of the street, hid next to the walls of the building, and looked out at the corner of the building, as if he was curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head and wanted to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, the truck exploded.

A violent roar erupted, and the fire broke out, and the entire church and the street in front of the door instantly turned into ruins.

Only a small part of the churches far away from the street survived, and Schiller's figure appeared on the spire there again.

A figure limped out from across the street. Obviously, he was also affected, his head and face were covered with blood and his legs were injured, but he still ran towards the center of the explosion with ecstasy.

When he arrived at the place, he looked around in a daze for a week, as if he hadn't noticed what he was looking for. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him. Schiller reached out and pointed to the right, saying, "Batman was just blown away, there."

The truck driver looked at Schiller, and he blinked, as if he didn't understand how Schiller appeared.

Schiller ignored him and said to himself: "The person I'm looking for... Let me see... Oh, why did you fly so far here?"

"That's because I built a big big bomb!" A snickering sounded along with a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is really powerful enough, you solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a perfunctory tone.

The truck driver glared at him and asked him, "Are you saying I'm too rough? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to go find Batman as soon as possible. He will die if he is later."

The man limped towards Schiller as if he had suddenly realized it.

Schiller walked around the church gate and found Alberto in a ruin opposite. He walked over and hugged his arms and said gloatingly: "The Baccarat only makes you not die, but you will not make you feel pain. How does it feel? Master Falcone?"

Then his tone gradually became colder, and he said, "Or, I should call you, the claws of the Owl Court, Alberto?"

Schiller turned his head and saw the man wearing a bird-shaped mask lying on the ground, also covered in blood, looking almost dead.

Schiller said gloatingly again: "I said that something terrible will happen. You just don't listen. You don't have the means to escape. You dare to approach the center of the battlefield so close to you. You don't know if you should praise you for your bravery or say you are stupid."

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield now, Schiller opened a ruthless mockery mode, and he learned from the Owl Court member: "Look, look there, that is the great creation of your Water Plan!"

"Oh, it's not accurate to say that. He was neither created by you nor did he listen to you at all."

The Owl Court member didn't know if he was angry or wanted to speak but was choked. He coughed violently, his mouth and face covered with blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "If Batman chose you, maybe things would be different, but unfortunately, he didn't."

"Not only him, no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who has super resilience due to the Baccarat factor, quickly got rid of his dying state, and he had a bad premonition.

He suddenly realized that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror and found the gray mist in his eyes overflowing. Alberto grabbed his neck and said, "No, no!!!"

Schiller said to himself: "This is indeed the Easter gift I give you..."

A gray mist with a faint green light floated out of Alberto's eyes, and Schiller took a jar, caught the mist, and covered the lid.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blonde young man lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

She took the jar and walked to the Owl Court member, shook it at him and said, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Baccarat."
Chapter completed!