Chapter 2202

The current of Gotham river is not rapid. It is wide and calm, like a large mirror.

Because the whole city can be seen as three big islands and a pile of small islands, the river is more like the sea water around the city, and then return to the sea.

Of course, this has added many Gotham features, such as colorful waste water, and a large number of corpses with varying degrees of decay flowing down the sewer into the river.

The famous madhouse is located on Akam Island, just below the Sanmen bridge across the Gotham River, like a triangular wedge, between the new city and the upper east.

The island's overall size is much larger than Manhattan in New York, but there is not much land available under the rocky geological conditions. The most prominent part of

is built around 1/3 of the island's sanatorium, which is all day long by the top brother of Gotham. Twenty-four hours a day, armed guards are taking care of their lives.

D'anji sewage treatment plant is also on Akam Island, and Batman knows that there is a secret passage through which the Gotham River can be crossed by cable to the Gotham power station on the other side of the river.

But he couldn't move because of high paraplegia.

He could only lie on the bed in the sanatorium, fixed by a dozen belts and chains.

Thomas's plan to co rule Gotham with Bain failed. The victory was in hand, but the good situation was destroyed by the death knell of the other world overnight.

There is also his own good son's share, he has never understood his pain.

Bain, the ventriloquists, and many others who had just been released, are now back in the hospital, imprisoned in the darkest places.

In fact, earlier, Thomas's injury was not so serious, although Bruce hit him, but only deprived him of the ability to resist, rather than die.

But one night after his imprisonment, Bain bribed several guards and slipped into the infirmary where Thomas was at that time. With a classic wrestling action, he broke the old man's spine.

Since then, Thomas has been lying in the intensive care unit, with a catheter in place, listening to the click of his heartbeat.

He couldn't move any part of his body except his eyes and tongue and his facial muscles. He felt like he was waiting to die, rotting in this dregs filled place.

Now, he has a lot of time to think about the Gotham policy of "villain autonomy".

In the city of Bain, he wanted to convert the evil people into the ruling class of the city in equal value, hoping that they could manage their own property well in the status of vested interests.

But he forgot the most important thing, that is, Gotham on earth 0 is more crazy and darker than the city in the flash point world.

All the people here are crazy, good or bad, and the whole city is like a living crazy monster, tearing everything apart.

It's more convenient to destroy your own things. You don't even have to worry about Batman stopping it.

So failure is doomed.

Thomas was wearing a respirator mask, but his eyes were wide open. In the dark ward, he couldn't know the time outside. He couldn't sleep at all.

Instead of thinking about his own failure and serious injury, I was thinking about Bruce's current situation.

He knew about pepetua. At first, he planned to retire his son and fight against the evil god with the justice alliance. Because it was too dangerous, he should let his father face it. The child only had to stay at home.

Unfortunately, the plan can't keep up with the change.

Nevertheless, he is still thinking about his son, hoping that he is safe now and that pepetua has been defeated.

However, since this morning, the sound of guns in the city has not stopped. There have been alarms in the sanatorium. The guards running through the door are in panic.

But he couldn't do anything. Even though he tried his best to shout, no one paid attention to him.

So he knew that Bruce should have bought him a "totally enclosed" set meal.

"What a good son, huh!"

He murmured a vague word, dyspnea made him almost unable to pronounce, but he tried to use his tongue to stir the air supply pipe in his mouth. As long as it was disconnected, his heart rate monitoring would soon find something abnormal, and then there must be nursing staff coming.

He is the money. Bruce will give them money for one day.

That's the value, that's Thomas's chip, his own life.

It's not easy to open the tape with your tongue and pull out the tube in your trachea, even if you haven't trained. But he's Batman, and his willpower is enough to support him to make such a move.

After constant attempts and repeated work, he soon achieved his goal. With the sense of suffocation coming, he felt that his eyes were gradually darkening. At the same time, he also heard the heartbeat monitoring and alarm.A few seconds later, as expected, there was a sound coming from outside the door. A flustered man searched for the key, and then turned to unlock the lock.

Someone came in.

Thomas could barely see the tall figure. The lack of oxygen made his vision a little blurred, but it didn't seem to be a medical worker.

In the Arkham sanatorium, both the real doctors and the abnormal people who study psychology under the name of doctors all wear white coats.

But it was a guard with a riot helmet and a heavy bulletproof vest who couldn't see the target again.

When the guard entered the room, he closed the door behind him, and suddenly he became relaxed and relaxed. Instead, he became like a dancer.

"Bounce, scratch... Spin, jump!"

It was really dancing, and the guard came to Thomas' bed with his toes on his toes, dancing like a Cygnus, and landed with a funny twist in the air like a little top with wind.

"Huh?"

The patient asked, and he felt a little bit wrong.

But the guard just tilted his head and picked up the breathing tube that had fallen on one side of the pillow. At this time, Thomas saw several fingers exposed under the opponent's tactical gloves, and their skin was surprisingly white.

Then the strange guard began to speak. Even though his voice seemed dull through his helmet, the feeling of happiness and madness could not be concealed.

"Oh, did you throw up the oxygen supply pipe yourself? It's not good, gagaga... "The guard skillfully found some tools from the side cart, and in a few seconds he re intubated Thomas. Then he sat down on the side of the hospital bed and turned slightly, as if to lie on the patient:" in fact, I understand you. The machine is always cold and impersonal. Or was my head cut off last time After I dropped it, I knew that my breath could be so smooth, hee hee. "

"Well?" Thomas, biting the ventilator tube, questions.

This simple cry was understood by the other side, the person beside the bed reached out to buckle the lower edge of the helmet and slowly lifted it.

He showed his bloody mouth, which almost reached the root of his ear.

And a pointed eared hood with a steel ring that completely covers the eyes.

"Surprise!"

The grimace came up to Thomas, his messy yellow teeth opening and closing, and the smell of corruption in his mouth:

"do you recognize me now? Dad, I'm Bruce and Batman, too! But don't be moved to tears. I have prepared a better celebration plan for your recovery and discharge, ha ha ha ha...

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