[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Just shoot,? Blow us up to the sky together."

"Where did you get the bomb?" Jason asked him in a low voice.

"After we get out of here, I'll give you a class called "How to Make Timed/Timed/Bombs/Bombs from Mechanical Parts and Disassembled Trick/Minecraft in a Toy Music Box"" Jack licked mouth.

Well,? This over-intelligent lunatic,? He is as cold-blooded as a snake, and as cunning as a devil.Jason gritted his teeth secretly. He should have thought that Jack wasn't just having fun. He was like a wily chess player, and every move he made had its meaning.What he cares about is not winning or losing, but the game itself.Summarizing him as "playful" is itself a kind of contempt.

Jason frowned tightly: "Is your mental state okay?"

Jack froze for a moment. This sentence seemed to turn on a switch, and the whole world froze.All the scenes in front of me turned into shadows like colored windows of a church. The gaudy color blocks were constantly rotating and breaking, and finally lost their fixed form completely, turning into viscous paints of various colors, twisting and spinning It dripped down.In a moment of stillness,? Distorted into a huge vortex.Peering into the deepest part of the vortex, Jack saw a faint point of light, an acid green eyeball.

The nose is filled with a faint smell of sea salt perfume. It seems that there is a cold hand? Touching the bridge of his nose and eyebrows, and then slowly moving down,? Fingertips gently tap on his lips.

A strong, impossible to ignore—

sense of violation.

When Jack came back to his senses, all the colorful images faded away. Everything he saw just now seemed to be his hallucination. From the perspective of others, he was just stunned for a moment, and there was nothing unusual about him.Jack closed his eyes and pressed his temples with his knuckles: "I'm fine, the medicine has been taken on time."

Stephen stared at them coldly: "You think I can't shoot?"

"If you shoot, we'll die together. This place is so severely eroded by water. If there's any noise, it will collapse. Even if we're not killed by the bomb, we'll have to be buried alive—obvious thing." Jack shook his head. Shaking the pistol/gun in his hand, damn it, the magazine is empty.

"It's come to this point, do you still think I'm afraid of death?"

"Sometimes it is easy to die, but it is difficult to live, Mr. Stephen." Jack raised his eyebrows at him, "And I don't think you will be willing to die with us, not because you are afraid of death, but because you still have selfish intentions, You want to see your daughter."

Stephen paused slightly.

"In this world, there is no absolute altruism. Even the greatest heroes want their deeds to be known. Not for her forgiveness' but deep down you still want to see your daughter and you want to see what she'll look at you after all you've done for her. So you don't open A gun." Jack took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and struck it twice without success, and only then did he realize it—his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Jack?" Jason keenly sensed something was wrong, and grabbed him with one hand.

His vision gradually became confused, and Jack felt the bridge of his nose heat up: "I'm fine."

Stephen was still holding the shotgun, and there seemed to be ghostly shadows in his eyes.He still had a serious expression, like an iron mask solidified on his face: "Sir, you are indeed right, but you didn't understand one thing."

"What?" At this moment, in the sight of the two people, warm blood rolled down from Jack's nasal cavity and dripped down his cheeks.

"Damn it, wake up, Jack!" Jason finally understood what happened. He didn't care about Stephen's movements, but took out the light green stabilizer and stuck it on Jack's bare neck. The metal injection detected the needle Pierce into the human body, automatically rotate to adjust the angle, grasp the skin and inject all the medicinal liquid into it.

"You don't understand the meaning of the word 'father', you don't understand how much a man is willing to sacrifice for his children when he becomes a father!"

Stephen growled, this cancer patient seems to be riding the soul of a tiger. He used to be a humble person running around for a living. Love brings back the battlefield full of gunpowder.

Taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't even find time for anyone, he fired at them without hesitation. The shot/shot/gun was modified, and it was extremely powerful. The huge recoil hit him heavily on the tiger's mouth, and his The entire forearm was numb from the shock.The half-foot-long flame at the muzzle illuminated the eyes of the three, and the burst brass bullet casing jumped out from behind the barrel and fell to the ground, emitting hot white smoke.

Almost at the same time as he shot, Jack quickly disengaged the bomb/bomb at his waist, threw it into the distance, and then rushed towards Jason, hugging the 15-year-old boy tightly and protecting him ——

It was as if a battering ram hit the waist and abdomen heavily. Amid the sound of ribs and spines being broken, the two of them flew upside down like cannonballs, and were thrown heavily against the wall by the shock wave.Fortunately, one side of the wall has been washed by groundwater for many years, and it has been eroded and riddled with holes. Stephen had to use sandbags to block the seepage wall. The dirty sandbags buffered them and relieved most of the force of the impact, otherwise In that split second, they could have broken bones and stopped their hearts.

Jason slid off the wall holding Jack and lay on the ground. The impact was too violent and caused a concussion. His nose and mouth were full of frothy blood.

In the dream, it was blank.

Jack was in a milky halo, and the scent of blood and roses rolled through his nostrils.

In the center of the light, there is a rusty iron bed.Lying on the iron bed was a bloodless and stiff corpse, covered from head to toe by a white cloth, he could only see the vague outline of a human figure.It seemed to be a tall man. One hand was not covered by a white cloth, but was exposed. On the lifeless pale wrist, there were obvious bruises. A worn-out wedding ring was put on the ring finger.

He recognized the ring, the wedding rings on the ring fingers of his father and mother, so he called out, "Father?"

The corpse slowly sat up from the mortuary table, its movements were extremely stiff, like a damaged ball-joint doll.The body was hidden under the white cloth, and the face could not be seen clearly. He turned his head and stared at the man standing beside the iron bed. His voice was like shards of ice cracked in the coldest winter: "How do you have the face to see me?"

He didn't speak, and the corpse lowered its head, showing frustration and remorse: "I really regret marrying your mother and giving birth to you again."

"Father?" he called out.

The corpse didn't answer directly, he lay back slowly, the white cloth squirmed and slowly descended, like muddy wax tears melted under high temperature, and finally he lay on the mortuary table again, as if the appearance of just sitting up was just an illusion, but never A man's voice came from under the white cloth. It was extremely clear and definitely not an illusion: "You have killed your mother, and then you killed me. Isn't that enough?"

Jack woke up suddenly. There was only a corpse in front of him. The movements and words under the white cloth just now were just illusions. The corpse could not move.He wanted to take a look at the shroud, but he couldn't. The escort behind him came up and put heavy handcuffs on him.The other party's voice was as calm as a mechanical announcement: "Jack Napier, you are suspected of killing your father, Masefield Napier... your mother, Sally Arnold Christian... your wife, Jenny Napier. Peel...you have the right to remain silent...but everything you say will be in evidence..."

In the court, Jack didn't hear anything, and with the huge roar like a symphony, he felt that everything was moving away from him quickly.

His eyes looked straight up, beyond the tall judges and the gavels hanging in their hands, he saw the ceiling of the court, the mold and cobwebs were so eye-catching in the whiteness, and finally the ceiling slowly squirmed, snow-white The puree turned into countless twisted snakes, and those white snakes fell to the ground and turned into pure white human figures. People stood in circles around the dock, and he saw his father, mother and wife standing There.They opened their mouths at the same time, and their voices resonated like hymns from heaven.

The gavel fell and hit the table with a very crisp sound.

"The defendant, Jack Napier, suffered from residual schizophrenia... committed the crime of intentional homicide... the facts of the crime of intentional homicide are clear, the evidence is credible and sufficient, and the accusation is established...the capacity for criminal responsibility was limited when he committed the crime, and he should bear criminal responsibility according to law Responsibility...sentenced to life imprisonment and deprivation of political rights for life!"

"Jack, wake up!" Jason yelled and slapped Jack in the face,

The entire underground air-raid shelter was like a toy building made of building blocks, collapsing rapidly in the violent shaking.

Jason's Robin uniform shielded him from most of the shocks. The Wayne Group's new technology will automatically shape the cloak and clothes when the force is too great, forming a set of hard, dense, and close-fitting soft armor to protect heroes. His body was not harmed, and Jason's uniform could even withstand a small bullet - of course, just by resisting, the bullet's huge kinetic energy was still enough to shatter ribs.Coupled with Jack's protection, he was far less injured in the explosion than Jack, so he can still stay awake through the explosion, while Jack has already passed out.

In order to restrict Jack's movements, the stabilizer has the effect of anesthesia and sedation. Even if he is awake, he may not be able to move.

The bastard... was actually dismissed...

Jason gritted his teeth and pushed away the grown man who was pressing on him. Damn it, this guy looks thin, but he is extremely heavy. He doesn't know what's hidden under his clothes.

A sharp pain came from his thigh, and the falling rubble turned into a sharp blade, cutting open his thigh and Jack's side waist, and the wound spewed out a large stream of blood like a faucet that was not closed tightly, accumulating on the ground. rise up.The blood loss made Jason dizzy, and his eyes were gray and black.The gurgling blood quickly stained Jack's snow-white shirt red, and Robin's uniform was also soaked in blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a wet and bloody mass. In this case, the amount of bleeding can be imagined And know.

Jason pulled out the rock fragments inserted into his thigh, his expression was distorted by the severe pain, and cold sweat dripped down in big drops.

The blood loss was too serious, and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, they would all die here.

Jason took out the pressure bandage used to stop the bleeding, but found a fatal problem: there is only one pressure bandage, who should he use it for?