svetikya Chapter 116 Two Sides of a Coin
Chapter 116 Two Sides of a Coin
Chapter 116 Two Sides of a Coin (Part 2)
Gotham.
A warehouse.
"Relax, kids, Robin's here. Don't worry, everything will be alright."
Robin Tim Drake crouched down, gave the terrified children a friendly smile, and embraced them.
Perhaps it was because his smile was so sunny that the frightened children instinctively nestled in his arms.
Then suddenly, in an instant.
The children's thin bodies froze instantly.
Tim didn't even turn his head: "You know they're all kids, right?"
Batman crouched down, his body towering half a head above Tim.
He said, "I've already contacted Gordon, and the kids will be under police protection in half an hour."
Tim raised an eyebrow and took over the topic that Batman hadn't finished.
"Those with families will go back to their families, and those without will be sent to orphanages sponsored by the Wayne Group. I guess that's what you didn't finish saying?"
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Batman didn't reply, but instead took out a few candies from his magic belt and handed them to the children in Tim's arms.
The children stared wide-eyed at the legendary bat-man from Gotham City.
"Sweet candy can help you forget today's painful memories, believe me, children."
At this point, Batman's originally cold, hoarse voice, tinged with throat cancer, transformed into Bruce's voice.
The children blinked, their eyes filled with even more curiosity, and they accepted the candy Batman offered them.
Batman stood up, turned and left.
"I'm leaving this to you."
Tim knew what he was going to do, turned to look at his black cape, and said, "Batman, you... never mind, I think you understand what I mean."
"I know, Robin."
Tim nodded, then asked, "So where's my candy?"
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in an office.
A balding, overweight man stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, holding his phone to his ear and yelling into the other end, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"I told you!!! The handover of the goods must be kept secret! Secret... secret!!! Damn it, is that some kind of obscure Russian word?! What are you doing?!"
Seemingly not satisfied with just hurling insults, the man placed his phone in front of him and continued yelling into the microphone: "A bunch of idiots, you better pray you don't get caught by Batman!!!"
"I'm running away first!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights in the office went out in an instant.
The dark atmosphere was like a pair of invisible hands, crawling all over his body and trapping him in place.
The man's expression changed, and he quickly ran to the desk and pulled out the pistol hidden under the desk.
Even though it was completely dark and there was no one in sight, he was absolutely certain that there were other people in the office!
"come out!!!"
"I knew it was you!!!!"
"I'm not afraid of you, Batman!!!!!!!!!"
A dark shadow seemed to flash by in the corner.
Without a second thought, Hollis pulled the trigger and fired several shots in quick succession.
Bang bang bang!
The sparks from the gun barrel illuminated the dimly lit office for a fleeting moment.
Hollis, using the light, looked toward where the bullet had been fired.
There was nothing there.
Only bullet holes remain on the wall surface.
Hollis swallowed hard, then mustered his courage and roared, "Come out here if you dare, you coward!!!"
"You only dare to hide in the dark?! Come out and look me in the eye!!!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his vision darken again.
I looked down.
By the light of the city's neon lights, he witnessed firsthand how a ghostly figure covered his own shadow.
"Damn it!!!!!!!!!"
Hollis turned around instantly, ready to fire, but suddenly, his entire arm felt like it was being clamped by vises, and he couldn't move!
"John Holliss."
Batman grabbed Hollis's arm, which was holding the gun, with one hand and applied slight pressure.
A click.
Hollis's face contorted instantly, his expression one of extreme pain, and the pistol he was holding fell to the ground.
"You bastard!!! You just broke my arm like that!!!!"
A tall, dark figure stood before him. He instinctively took a few steps back, his legs gave way, and he collapsed, leaning against the French windows.
"Listen... I can tell you everything. This wasn't my idea; it was someone else's... I was just a middleman!"
The bat-like figure ignored him, its tiny white pupils like blades piercing straight into his chest.
"The human body has a total of 206 bones."
"What?!"
"You have sold a total of 103 people, including women, children, and adult men..."
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"Listen... I... Aa ...
Hollis clutched his thigh and immediately let out a wail.
Just now, the tall, black figure in front of him broke another bone.
Batman stared down at him, his voice as cold as snow in an extreme cold, so cold that even a slight touch would make him tremble uncontrollably.
He lifted Hollis up with one hand and pinned him against the mirror of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Dam Douglas, the first child you sold two years ago."
Click!
Batman grabbed Hollis's already broken arm with his other hand.
With a gentle nudge, Hollis's finger broke off again.
"Please...stop torturing me...I was wrong!!!"
Hollis broke three bones in just half a minute, and he knew what this guy meant.
Every human trafficking operation I've ever participated in corresponds to a bone in my body!
With each name uttered, a bone snaps.
Fear, like a raging fire, engulfed his entire body in an instant.
He was not thin at all; on the contrary, he was rather fat.
But at that moment, Batman picked it up with one hand, as if it were an inconspicuous tree branch.
"Tassie Isaacson..."
Click!
Karina Evans...
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Click!
"Patty Upton...."
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Click!
With each name read aloud, Hollis's bones broke one by one.
Hollis did faint from the pain during this time, but he would wake up at some point when his bones broke.
They continued to suffer from fear.
Completely incontinent, he trembled, closed his eyes, and dared not look at the dark figure in front of him.
But the fractured bone would subconsciously make him open his eyes.
Then I met those white eyes.
"I really know I was wrong... I will make it up to them... I really will make it up to them..."
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
"I want to go home... I..."
"Waaaaah..."
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Towards the end, Hollis didn't even know what he was saying anymore.
His spirit was like a small boat on the sea, swaying precariously, as if it could be submerged at any moment.
The seawater was black, and in that instant, it all transformed into the shadows of bats.
He regretted it.
I constantly regret why I did such a stupid thing.
He was terrified.
He was constantly worried that the seawater would swallow him up completely in an instant.
He wanted to atone for his sins.
He tried to do anything to prevent his bones from breaking again and to stop Batman's torment.
At this moment, the shadow of a dark and ferocious bat was completely imprinted in his mind.
Once he closed his eyes, the bat's scarlet, hellish eyes flashed, and then it opened its blood-red maw and pounced on him!
"Hey, I said... can you hear me???"
Hollis glanced at the man in front of him and then burst into a startling shout.
"Aa ...
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Sheriff Gordon took a few steps back, frowned, and looked at the guy with a hint of helplessness.
"Okay, tell the therapist that he's here."
"Boss, are you sure we don't want to send him to Arkham Asylum?"
"Give him anything? He still has to explain the case!"
"Oh, but how can he explain himself like this?"
Gordon glanced at John Hollis, who was now acting somewhat erratically.
After a while.
"Maybe, I don't know... Anyway, he'll never dare to do that kind of thing again."
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"Please, please don't... I'll never do these things again. I'm just a gofer..."
Jason wiped the blood off his face and weighed the crowbar in his hand.
Hearing what the other person said.
He pressed down slightly with his feet, and his bones made a sickening creaking sound.
The screams grew even louder.
"Please!!! I really know I was wrong... I was just a delivery boy!!!!"
"Running errands?"
Jason bent down, almost whispering, but what he said made the guy lying on the ground feel like he'd been plunged into an ice cave.
"I like this word. Guess whether a person can still run after all their leg bones are shattered."
After saying that, he tucked the crowbar into his arms, crossed his arms, and gestured towards the narrow path leading in and out.
"Run! If you can run, I'll spare your life."
The man glanced at him in horror, then swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Are you serious?"
Jason tilted his head, his tone extremely sincere: "I never lie."
Seemingly believing the man's words, the man endured the pain in his legs and struggled to get up, but the moment he stood up, his legs creaked and he collapsed to the ground again.
The two legs could barely fit together a single complete bone.
He can't run at all.
But he didn't give up on leaving.
If you can't run, crawl!
Even if I have to crawl, I'll crawl away!
Then at some point later.
He immediately lost consciousness.
boom!
The bullet pierced the back of his head with pinpoint accuracy.
The man lay face down on the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Jason tossed aside the empty pistol and sneered, "I told you, you'll only be spared if you run."
After he finished speaking, he looked around at the scene of corpses scattered everywhere.
A feeling of comfort washed over me.
"It should have been done a long time ago."
"Some people simply don't deserve a second chance."
Jason walked toward the cabin.
Before pushing open the door, he glanced down at his blood-stained clothes.
He hesitated, wondering whether he should go in or not.
He was afraid of frightening the children.
Although their spirits may have become numb.
Oz's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"They're asleep."
"Yeah?"
Jason curiously pushed open the door and found that all forty-two trafficked children were asleep.
Several children were close to the crow, pressing tightly against its feathers.
The children on the periphery hugged each other.
"So what are you planning to do next?"
"I've already informed Talia; she'll be here in half an hour."
He glanced quietly at the sleeping children.
As for now...
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"I'm going to kill Egon."
Jason said that.
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