I'm Bateman

Most of the attacked rooms have been restored to their original state, and the blood on the ground has been cleaned up, but there is a corner above the table, and the copper utensils that were originally placed on it as decorations have been taken away by the police as physical evidence.

Hannibal was sitting in front of the table, with the notebook open in front of him, which recorded the analysis of the patient after each psychological consultation, and the new page only had a blank line of "Patrick Bateman".

He tapped the table with his fingers, lost in thought.

Palmer was his former patient, a retired soldier. In a dangerous situation on the battlefield, he had no choice but to eat his companion due to lack of water and food.

Since then, he has fallen into this abyss. The army has strict discipline, and he has been struggling to restrain himself, but when he retired, the desire/desire that had been suppressed for so long burst out together.

He wants to eat people - that's why he sees a therapist.

Hannibal admitted that he had been interested in him.

It is not so easy to meet a fellow of the same kind, Hannibal tries to get close to him, understand him, and even wants to tell him that he is the same as him.

But he soon found out, to his regret, that it wasn't fun.

They are the same ogres, but their motives, their methods, their desires, everything is different.

—Palmer is just a rude, mindless beast of a murderer.

Out of the last trace of pity for the same kind, or other emotions, Hannibal didn't do anything more, but transferred him to other psychiatrists and distanced himself from his relationship.

But what Palmer did was something he didn't expect.

If Bateman wasn't there, Hannibal would have a certain degree of confidence in surviving, but it would never be as easy as today, and he didn't even suffer a little injury.

But Bateman also only got a wound on his elbow. Although the two seemed to be entangled and wrestled together, Bateman was obviously more comfortable, and it was only a matter of time before Palmer was subdued.

After observing for a long time, Hannibal chose to seal Palmer's mouth with his own hands - the dead are the safest, aren't they?

Who can blame an average psychiatrist who is frightened by a serial killer and defends himself?

only...

Patrick Bateman, an ordinary rich second generation, even if he insists on exercising every day, his body is only the muscles trained in the gym. The skin and tender flesh on his body can tell that he has not experienced any fighting training.

Fighting a veteran who spent years between life and death on the battlefield, and still gaining the upper hand—

There is also the deviation that I faintly feel...

Hannibal squinted, and the pen circled Bateman's name.

A rude man-eating beast is far less interesting than a man full of secrets.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, modifying and deleting some of the original plans in his heart.

But this is the only good news he got today, at least the person using his body is not mentally ill.

——Although many of his performances look very sick.

For example, put calcium tablets in a medicine bottle for treating mental illness.

"The clues have been found." Afu's voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the two, "A cargo ship of the Wayne Group was attacked, and the entire ship lost contact. The time was just before and after Lucius was kidnapped—— Someone pressed the message, someone inside the Wayne Group."

"What cargo is missing?" asked Bateman.

"Two new technological products that can spray a large amount of gas for purification—"

"Forget it, I don't want to know where it can be used."

Bateman pouted and interrupted, "That is to say, someone designed to kidnap the acting president of Wayne Group just for a large air freshener? What is he going to do, purify the air?"

The bat helmet didn't cover Bateman's mocking smile, "Your world still has such environmentalists?"

Bruce ignored Bateman's ridicule. This product may be a simple purifier in the hands of ordinary people, but if it falls into the hands of the lunatics in Gotham...

Whether it's the joker's laughing gas or the scarecrow's fear gas or other weird chemical products - Gotham has no shortage of Frankensteins, and they're deadly weapons.

"Let Aff contact Gordon and step up patrolling the port," Bruce said.

Although the Gotham Police Department has long been decayed, there are many good policemen like Gordon who still respect justice and yearn for light.

Although Bruce doesn't trust the police force of the Gotham Police Department, it seems that the current situation can only rely on Gordon.

"Why don't you let me go?" Bateman asked suddenly in his mind.

"This is not something you can interfere with." Bruce said in a deep voice.

In short, Bruce didn't believe in Bateman's abilities.

It was beyond Bruce's control for Bateman to put on the Batman armor at this time. Maybe this time he was just lucky and encountered a group of "smoke/fog/bombs" who didn't want to entangle with Batman, but next time Woolen cloth?

What if we really met those vicious thugs?

How could a rich second generation who grew up in a hotbed of the city be able to compete with them?

"Can you narrow down to the ports where they might land, Aff."

Bateman ignored Bruce's stop, and he talked to Afu on his own.

"Verga Port and Musai Port, they will definitely choose one of them." Afu opened the Gotham map on the light screen, and then said quickly.

"Where are we going, Wayne?" Bateman asked.

Bruce: ...

"If it's later, those things won't be able to catch them back." Bateman said with a serious tone, "Or I can choose one at random now and leave everything to fate. You can't stop me. Instead of stopping me, it's better to help." I."

"...Port Musai, that is Falcone's territory. If he is involved in this matter, the chances of Port Musai are even greater."

After a pause for a few seconds, Bruce said.

"Alf, go to Port Musai," Bateman called to Aff on the other end of the headset.

It only took a few minutes for the fighter plane to sail to Musai Port. Under the cover of darkness, Bateman landed on the container at the port.

The heavy landing was overshadowed by the loud noise in the still working port at this time, and Bateman looked around.

"Sir, the freighter that lost contact is in your direction at nine o'clock."

Afu also invaded the surveillance at the port—but there are only a few simple surveillance equipment here, which can only guide Bateman to find the target, but soon Bateman's figure disappeared from Afu's sight Inside.

"I've passed the news to Sheriff Gordon," Aff said quickly. "Be careful, Mr. Bateman."

"How long will it take for them to come?"

Taking advantage of the cover of night and the brief gliding function of the cloak, Bateman shuttled on the container and quietly approached the freighter.

"Ten minutes at the fastest, this place is still a certain distance from the nearest police deployment area."

Alfred said.

"It's too late." Bateman said, most of the cargo on the ship had been unloaded, and several trucks were about to leave. When GCPD arrived 10 minutes later, he could only see an empty port.

Bateman stood on the container, looking at the few people who were unloading in a hurry.

"Six people are unloading, what should I do," Bateman asked in his head.

He insisted on coming here not out of any kindness, or any sense of duty, but just to be able to return to his body.

He obviously played Batman, and Wayne also went to see a psychiatrist, but the two haven't changed back yet.

It could only be because it was all over so quickly that he hadn't had time to do anything as Batman—that was the only explanation Bateman could think of.

Meanwhile, Bateman admits to being a little selfish.

The terrified eyes of those thugs when they saw themselves in bat suits, and the instant evasion movements of squatting down, really made me feel good.

But again, since he's here, he can't mess things up.

"There's a Batarang in the belt, use the second layer, stick it to the truck tires, and get out of the way," Bruce said.

Bateman did as he said, and then got up and ran out. Five seconds later, there was a slight explosion, and the cargo box of the truck apparently sank in one direction.

"...You still have a time/time/bomb/bomb in your belt?!"

— Let a mental patient be Batman, and carry a lethal weapon with him...

Bateman was a little worried about the city.

Master Wayne who didn't know that he was mistaken for a mental patient: "Because IamBatman. (Because I am Batman)"

Bateman: ...

"Who—who's there?!"

The few people noticed the movement here, they looked around, and two of them took out the pistol/gun they carried with them from their waists.

But a few people stood very scattered.

This body indeed possesses extremely strong strength. Combined with a hard armor and Bateman's own extremely high IQ, soon, there will be only the last person left here.

Watching his companions disappear one by one, the man was already dominated by fear. When Bateman landed in front of him, his hand holding the crowbar was trembling.

"Batman..?! You...how did you find this place?!"

A man in black uniform appeared in front of his eyes from the darkness, like a demon climbing up from hell.

No, he is a devil!

"BecauseIamBateman. (Because I am Bateman)"

Bateman lowered his voice and said hoarsely like Bruce.

Bruce: ...

Alfred listening to everything through headphones:  …

This Batman—why has an accent? ! !

The author has something to say: Today's pronunciation tips:

Bateman - Bateman

Batman - Batman

How does this Batman have an accent! (bushi)

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"[Comprehensive British and American] Jason's Beautiful Day" by Dongshan Gaowo

Jason has an ability: every day has a magical superpower.

Mind reading, heaven, infinite time loop——

Shrinking age, changing sex—

Or turn into a mysterious cat.

How to use your abilities correctly?

Stop psychos from blowing up Metropolis and small-town boys from turning color...  

Stop tin cans from developing whitening virus...

Forcing the Dark Knight to speak the truth when he opened his mouth, to solve the parent-child problem...

our target is?

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感谢在2020-08-1611:24:08~2020-08-1900:26:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fish in salty water;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Butler Xia’s Cookies; 5 bottles of Nimble Fatty; 2 bottles of Drive; 1 bottle of Falling in Love with You;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!