MM Racing Chapter 228, Section 125: An Alternative Battle for the Cloak
Chapter 228, Section 125: An Alternative Battle for the Cloak
Chapter 228, Section 125: An Alternative Battle for the Cloak
After the water pipes were repaired, the two police officers left the house chatting and laughing. As the door slammed shut, the joint locks binding their bodies were also released.
As it started, Wei heard the sound of a motor running behind him.
To disable the joint lock, you would most likely only need to destroy the motor.
Would something specifically designed to restrain prisoners be so easily damaged?
Wanting to test the thing's strength, he walked towards the toilet again, and when he stepped into the puddle, he pretended to lose his balance and fell heavily to the ground on his back.
He pressed his entire weight of over 200 pounds onto the joint lock panel, but the panel didn't make a sound, and the threatening voices of the police officers could be heard from inside the room.
"Watch out, you idiot, don't get that thing wet!"
This statement gave Wei a new perspective.
So even high-tech gadgets are susceptible to short circuits?
Since the slippery fall has already happened once, repeating the same trick would be too deliberate. How can we subtly cause it to short-circuit?
Wei's gaze fell on the life support pod.
As for why he insisted on unlocking the joint lock, it probably stemmed from a strong sense of crisis.
Sound travels at 340 meters per second. If someone encounters danger and calls for help, the straight-line distance from Newark to Gotham City is 182 miles, and it would take at least 14 minutes and 21 seconds for the sound to reach Superman's ears.
Even if the other party can teleport to your side, some things are beyond saving.
Taking control of one's own destiny is Wei's life motto.
His premonition proved remarkably accurate; immediately after Dr. Daniel Reed left the state police department, he contacted a guy named Derek Powers.
As a financial advisor to the Rothschild family, one of the four major Jewish families, Gotham native Derek has always been interested in the research in the hands of the court.
The secrets of immortality, the anti-Superman weapons—but rather than cooperating, Derek, representing the Rothschild family, clearly wants to have it all.
However, the Court of Owls also represents the Jews, and the Jewish Federation will never allow internal annexation.
Thus, a mutually beneficial cooperation plan was born: Derek helped Daniel conceal his identity by providing funding and technical support, and Daniel, after gaining complete control of the court, handed over what the Rothschilds were interested in.
The truth is harsh, but the people of Gotham alone probably can't overthrow the court.
"Mr. Powers, I'm afraid our troubles have only just begun." Sitting in the helicopter, Daniel told Derek about the bats. But his caution was met with Derek's dismissive attitude.
"Excuse my bluntness, but perhaps you are being overly sensitive."
"No! You've underestimated Bruce Wayne. Although he's just a clone who inherited memories, he rose from an unknown gangster to the mastermind behind the court's overthrow in just nine months. Such a rapid rise is something even the ancestors of the Rothschild family could hardly match."
Dr. Reed was incredibly lavish in his praise of Will.
Since things had come to this point, Derek had no choice but to be cautious.
The reason why Jewish financial groups have been able to reach this point, possessing 70% of the world's wealth, is not only due to their audacity and unscrupulous behavior, but also to another crucial factor.
They value every potential opponent.
Derek switched the call and contacted the HIVE mercenary group.
If you're going to kill someone, you should find the best one.
How about Deathstroke, the King of Mercenaries?
"I'm sorry, we were unable to reach our Gotham office. If you don't mind, I can transfer you to [the other office]."
"No need!"
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Derek hung up the phone with a dark expression. If he couldn't hire the strongest guy, he might as well choose his own subordinate.
He remembered a bodyguard he had just hired a couple of days ago.
Victor Zas suffers from severe albinism, which makes it almost impossible for him to work for his employer during the day, but Derek is attracted to his ghostly skills.
During the recent Gotham prison riot, Victor, who escaped, immediately sought out his former employer and betrayed Falcone.
If Derek hadn't happened to be discussing a business deal with Falcone, that guy might have already slit his "benefactor's" throat with a razor blade.
Even so, Derek still lost five bodyguards.
Derek was filled with curiosity about this former top hitman in Gotham.
He enjoyed keeping various wild animals, including leopards, lions, and a Bengal tiger, so he naturally assumed that he could control Victor, this out-of-control beast.
"Mr. Bowers, you were looking for me?"
Victor entered with a sinister smile on his face.
"I need you to kill someone for me," Derek said calmly, stroking the rim of his glass.
If Daniel Reed's intelligence is correct, then Bruce Wayne must be bound by joint locks right now.
Perhaps direct combat wasn't Victor's forte, but he was clever and knew how to take full advantage of the opponent's weaknesses.
Moreover, to ensure the success of this operation, he would also prepare some small pieces of equipment for Victor.
For example, there's nano-armor, and a mechanical dagger that cuts objects using high-frequency vibrations.
The future world should look like the future world. Let's see if this third-rate villain can cause some trouble for the bound bats after being equipped with new gear.
Meanwhile, in Gotham City, Jonathan, who had been knocked unconscious by Bane, had disappeared without a trace of the enemy. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw a mysterious person wearing a bat mask.
After sharing this with the Bat Family stationed at Wayne Manor, the expressions of the group varied, but most believed that the poor bat imposter was in grave danger.
After all, everyone had witnessed Bane's strength firsthand.
"No one but Bruce and I can take away the title of Knight of Judgment. I want to see who's really playing tricks!" That was Thomas's thought.
"Damn it, I'm the rightful heir to the Judgment Knights." This was the thought of Jason Todd, an ally of Batman and a disciple of Night Owl.
"To maintain the safety of the city, I actually let complete strangers step forward and take all the blame for me. I'm such a terrible person."
This was Dick's idea, a kind-hearted man.
In short, they believed that they should be the ones to step forward at this critical juncture, not the bat that didn't even dare to show its true face.
At this moment, Gordon stepped forward.
"Guys, the war is over, but the aftermath of the riots hasn't subsided yet. It's time for us to do our part!"
His speech was passionate and inspiring, but the only responses he received were the somewhat lonely shouts of Brock and Harvey.
"How boring! What does the life or death of this city have to do with me!"
Night Owl let out a disdainful click of his tongue, then walked toward the Bat Cave elevator in the stable.
"I'm going to find somewhere to sleep. You can go wherever you want! I only have one request: don't crowd into my house. When the war ends and the alliance disintegrates, you will no longer be welcome!"
Night Owl impatiently gave him the order to leave. He pretended to be nonchalant, but he was in a hurry to go back to the Batcave to change into a new set of equipment.
Now the Tower of Venn has vanished in the flames, and the manor has collapsed. All that his family left him was a tombstone behind the house and the title of Knight of Judgment.
"Alright, since the host has already given the order to leave, I have to go back to the East District."
Jason shook his head with a wry smile, but his heart was pounding.
Throughout the war, he was marginalized. Now that Thomas has finally spoken up and given up, this is the best time for him to carry on Batman's legacy and make a big splash.
Right now, all we need to do is convince Dick to give up —
But the kind and honest boy didn't understand deception at all and directly expressed what he was thinking.
"Chief Gordon, I'll go with you. If Mr. Wei were standing here, he would definitely accept the invitation without hesitation!"
Dick bit his lip, his face filled with disappointment at the collapse of the group without their Bat Commander.
Night Owl paused, and Jason's expression changed.
This was the last thing they wanted to see—someone was going to steal their title as Knight of Judgment!
Fortunately, Talia acted in time, grabbing the boy by the scruff of his neck like she had caught a rebellious cat.
"You're not allowed to go anywhere. Our next stop is the Shadow Dancer Alliance base."
"But----"
"No buts. I am now the leader of the Assassin's Guild, and you should pledge allegiance to me."
Amidst the snickers of the two wicked individuals, each harboring their own ulterior motives, Talia dragged Dick away.
At this point, Night Owl and Jason completely lowered their guard.
But things weren't as simple as the two of them thought. After leaving the manor, Talia suddenly stopped.
"Do you truly wish to carry on Bruce's legacy and become the Knight of Judgment, protecting Gotham?"
Although he didn't know why the teacher asked that question, Dick nodded and admitted it without hesitation.
Before the League of Assassins instilled in him the idea that revenge was a noble spirit, it was Will who gave him courage, not to mention that Royce had saved his life.
The Bat Family has always been Dick's ideal woman.
Talia was well aware of this; the League of Assassins could never truly be a place for the young man to belong.
Since you can't force it, then let it go.
"Then go, pursue what you believe is right. As long as our ideals align, the League of Assassins will always be your home." A rare smile appeared on Talia's solemn face.
"And incidentally, give those two cunning guys a little shock!"
"Teacher—what are you talking about?" Dick blinked, confused.
"Sometimes I really worry that you'll be deceived when you're out and about."
Talia gently stroked Dick's hair.
"It's obvious those two guys value their titles a lot. They're just being hypocritical to lower their guard. Only you, you silly kid, fell for it. If I hadn't spoken up, those two would have targeted you first."
After saying that, she handed over the long sword that her father had given her.
Regardless, Dick was her first student, and if she could, this inexperienced teacher would even be willing to give him the whole world.
"Now, as the leader of the Assassin's Guild, I bestow upon you the ultimate mission—"
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Talia took a deep breath.
"Do what you want to do, be who you want to be."
This was once her most longed-for future. When her father forced her to undergo inhuman training, Talia constantly longed to escape this painful life.
Now she has placed hope and the power of choice in the hands of her disciples.
Isn't this a kind of inheritance?
Watching her disciple's retreating figure with his sword, Talia rubbed her reddened eyes.
With her loved ones passing away one after another, the little girl who had always lived under Lei Xiaogu's protection was finally about to face the cruel and cold world alone.
Her first stop will be the Shadow Dancers Alliance, which split from the League of Assassins and is located on the roof of the world, to find her former senior brother David Cain, and the human who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts, even more powerful than Raysholger in his prime, "Lady Shiva" Sandra Woshan.
Let's turn our attention back to Wei, who is in a detention cell at the state police department.
Little did he know that, after only half a night, he was already "still alive in the hearts of the Bat Family," and one or two of them even began to scheme to inherit the title of Judgment Knight.
The old king only regretted being bedridden; otherwise, he would have loved to slap each of his unfilial sons, and of course, his elder brother, the regent, would not have escaped either.
"It's one thing for young people to be ignorant and fight over titles, but for you, an elder, to interfere like this!"
Getting back to the main point, Wei, in order to short-circuit the joint lock, came up with the idea of messing with the life support capsule.
He opened the back panel and crawled inside. Soothing music began to play from the bulkhead, and then fresh air was released from the small holes in the bulkhead, filling the entire cabin.
Air pollution is particularly severe in this era. Wei felt a burning pain in his chest after only staying indoors for a short while.
It's no wonder that a detention cell would be equipped with such a strange contraption. Wealthy people can install air purifiers and oxygen generators in their mansions, and carry portable respirators with them wherever they go.
The poor could only afford such cheap products to enjoy sweet dreams filled with oxygen while they slept.
What about those who can't even afford a life support capsule?
Then they can just wait to be infected by the polluted air outside. Anyway, life is always full of suffering, and dying from lung cancer is their fate.
After taking a few deep breaths of oxygen, Wei felt more comfortable and began to fiddle with the inner wall.
He inserted his fingernail into the gap in the iron plate, enduring the pain of his fingernail tearing off a small piece.
He tugged at his bleeding fingernails, then pried open the crevice to reveal a large clump of electrical wires inside.
Wei's idea was simple: after falling, the water had soaked his clothes on his back. If he could use the conductivity between water and the human body, he might be able to grab the exposed wires and break the joint lock control panel on his back.
Of course, this requires a very strong current, which is obviously not possible with just these "slender" wires.
He needs to find something bigger and thicker to satisfy his needs.
So Wei continued to disassemble the outer shell, stuffing the sheet metal he had pried off under his body.
As his breathing became increasingly rapid, a layer of fog formed on the life support capsule lid, making it impossible for the monitoring officers to see the situation inside.
"Why is it so foggy? What's he doing in there?"
"That goes without saying, what are you doing when you're lying down and your breathing gets increasingly rapid?"
The two police officers exchanged a smile, unaware that the screws on the ventilation duct behind them had been loosened, and the albino assassin Victor, with a dagger in his mouth, slowly descended like a spider spinning silk.
Meanwhile, Wei also found a thick wire that met his expectations, but to his surprise, this thing was constantly generating an electric current that stimulated "something".