Chapter 147: scarecrow
"You did a good job, very good, but it's not enough, Batman."
A hoarse voice came from the radio monitors.
It seems that after the Arkham Knights and the Motherland are finished, there are other behind-the-scenes guys who are controlling this group of mercenaries.
"You look terribly smart, fear in the dark night, use your smart brain to play with everyone in applause, Arkham Knights, natives. But you don't think it's over, do you? ? You seem to have forgotten someone, someone important."
A familiar female voice sounded in the communicator, "No, don't touch me, you bastard! Batman, don't listen to him..."
Before the woman could finish speaking, she was brutally interrupted.
A slightly hoarse voice sounded on the communicator again, "Your old acquaintance, or the woman who has a relationship with you, Miss Laura Lane is in my hands. You, Batman, do you want to save her?"
The other person's tone was slow and cadenced, as if reciting a poem.
"Let's make a deal!"
"What deal?"
Eric calmly dealt with the opponent while trying to locate the opponent's position.
"I won and that's the end of Batman's life. What a fitting deal!"
"You think you can do it?"
Eric has vaguely guessed the identity of the other party.
"Of course, I've got your soft spot. I'm sure you'll be very—scared when I rip your mask off your face."
"What do you want? Your boss has already died. Do you think it is necessary for you to persevere?"
The mysterious man who held Lola still replied in a lukewarm voice: "Originally, I wasn't interested in Arkham Knight's childish revenge game, it was just an alternative way of expressing my feelings to you. Look, Poor little birdie, completely reduced to sentimentality, so...his failure is just doomed."
"However, my purpose is different from theirs. I am very curious about you, the fear born in the night, what a desirable mystery. Who are you? Who will you cast your fear on? Under the mask you will be What kind of face...?"
Eric did not answer the other party, he continued to use the personal terminal of his wrist to detect the other party's position.
"Once you're out of the mask, will you be a piece of crap? Without the mask, will you be powerless and scared? I'm very — looking forward to it."
The personal terminal has completely resolved the location of the other party, which is an abandoned soldier's dormitory building.
It is also the tallest building on the island.
The mysterious man continued: "I will peel off your mask under the eyes of the whole world, so that everyone can see your true face. Now, you probably have resolved my position, then come and meet you death. But before that, you need to untie your belt."
Eric immediately looked up to the sky when he heard the other party's words.
Sure enough, a small drone was found in the distance.
That should be the other person's eyes.
To make sure Lola wouldn't get hurt, Eric had to undo the belt that was hiding most of the props and threw it to the ground.
Open the bat cape and swing to the sky.
His bat suit has been unable to enter the superconducting state, so it no longer has the ability to fly.
Even because of the battle with the motherland, the battle uniform has faint signs of collapse.
Grab the top of the tower with the grappling gun and swing yourself to the main building on the other side.
Bob's radio came from his wrist, "oss, are you really going?"
"I have no choice, Prophet."
"But your physical condition is completely unsupportable..."
"Now is not the time to close your eyes."
Eric fluttered the bat's wings and blended into the night.
Bob was silent for a while. He knew that he couldn't persuade his boss, so he had to turn the topic to another direction, "Do you need me to help you investigate the identity of the other party?"
"No, I know that he, August Richards, is the toxin maker we investigated earlier."
Eric has already investigated the terrorists involved in this incident in advance.
In addition to the captured Death Knell, the missing Arkham Knight, and the comatose native, there is only this replica of the "Scarecrow".
"oss, I'm afraid your suit can't hold up anymore, I'm worried about you..."
"Don't worry, Prophet. Keep in touch with Starlight, she's on the missile launch pad, and she needs your help."
"As you wish, oss."
After Bob finished saying this, he fell silent again.
"One thing, I feel compelled to tell you, oss, I found someone using the radio to track your whereabouts, and it doesn't seem like someone from Augustus' side."
Eric panted slightly, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his internal organs were also damaged, so it became more and more difficult to breathe.
"No, not August, but another awkward fellow."
Eric immediately thought of Jason.
"I... I may not have heard, who are you talking about, oss?"
Before Bob's words were finished, the channel fell into a rustling sound.
August hacked into Eric's radio.
"Batman, you can't be distracted for a moment from now on. Because I'm not the idiot of Arkham Knight."
"The nightmare is about to come, and your failure has become a settlement."
August is still intimidating Eric over the radio.
"I can see, and the world will see, your eyes betray you, you are really scared."
He kept yelling at Eric on the radio.
His purpose was to make Eric truly terrified.
Unmask Batman in front of the world and let everyone see his terrified face.
Only in this way can the world truly realize how great a superhuman he is, August.
That's why he's involved in this incident, he's not interested in money, he's only interested in beating one of the world's greatest superheroes.
......
Eric quickly arrived at his destination with a hook gun and a bat cape.
The light rain, which had stopped before, began to fall again.
The night became misty again.
Eric first stopped at a building not far from the destination building and observed the military dormitory building.
He needs to know the enemy's troop deployment and weaponry.
The bat suit can't provide him enough help, he needs to use his power.
To Eric's surprise, August was standing alone on the rooftop overlooking the island.
Wearing a black cloak, he covered his body.
Wearing a skull mask on the face, like a **** of death.
There seemed to be no one on the bleak and dilapidated rooftop, only he was standing there alone.
Is it a trap?