Chapter 2067: The Knight's Terrifying Night (Part Nine)_2

The memories behind began to blur again, the hazy light and shadows turned into a rigid and cold input box. The Arkham Knight hesitated for a moment, but eventually entered a name in it—"Jason Todd".

About four months later, he forgot this name because a voice kept asking him who he was. Once he vocalized this name, it would hurt, so he forgot.

Yes, he should have forgotten. So where did this memory barrage resurface from?

The Arkham Knight vigorously shook his head, but this time it did not work, he heard a voice say to him: "You did not forget".

"No... No..."

The deep fear of pain burst out, the Arkham Knight's arm began to tremble, he just kept repeating two sentences: I forgot, I forgot, I don't remember, I don't remember.

"Training pain reflex?" The voice appeared again, but quickly disappeared, and with it, all sense of pain disappeared.

At this moment, the Arkham Knight even felt a sense of bliss that comes from overuse of analgesics. He was not a medical student, but he knew it was probably due to large amounts of dopamine and endorphins being released.

No, this is also not right, he was injected with a drug that suppressed dopamine, to make him feel more pain.

His dizziness grew stronger, he couldn't help but propped his hand on the table, took a deep breath and sat down, leaning against a nearby cabinet for a few minutes before finally recovering.

Standing up again, his blurred vision focused on the call records displayed on the computer screen, but it seemed like a bucket of cold water making him instantly sober.

There were three surveillance video system access records.

In addition to his own, there were two more, and after the penultimate surveillance video system access record was a deletion record, and it was completely erased, there were no backup records, which is totally not Barbara's style of work.

Looking at the last surveillance video system access record, the record left a string of codes, the Arkham Knight called up the input box, entered the codes and a folder popped up, this was Barbara's common backup method.

After opening it, there were no video files inside, only a photo, which was a blurred portrait taken from a bird's eye view, and the face in the photo was Peter Parker's.

The Arkham Knight's gaze fell on the thing that Peter was holding in his hand, the shape of the syringe and the mark on it were too familiar to him, it was the concentrated form of Scarecrow's fear gas.

He zoomed the picture once again, the Arkham Knight saw a familiar bat symbol in the reflection on the floor in the corner of the picture.

In an instant, Batman's face flashed before his eyes, Batman punched him down, breaking his arm and ribs, and Batman would certainly raise his fist for the next step, but he paused.

At that time, the Arkham Knight clearly saw the agony between Batman's eyebrows and the confusion and chaos in his eyes.

Was Batman injected with the fear gas? When? By who?

Or rather, who else could it be?

Intense anger flared up, the Arkham Knight took a deep breath, looking at Batman, this is your choice of a good assistant!

I want to see if you can still put on that pretentious compassionate demeanor when you see his true face.

The Arkham Knight looked at the computer screen again, rapidly typing on the keyboard, starting to search for the figure of Peter Parker in the images shown by the Eye in the Sky.

But Peter Parker stepped into the Iceberg Restaurant first. It was chaotic, all the tables and chairs were collapsed on the ground, the bar was broken too, around the bar were groaning mobsters in pain, but there were even more unconscious bar patrons who had been drugged.

Clearly, Batman just wreaked havoc here.

Walking to the back guest room, Peter Parker indeed saw the portly Penguin Man lying in the center of the restaurant. Something seemed to have happened. Batman didn't have time to take Penguin Man away before he left, but that was just what Peter had hoped for. It seemed he wouldn't have to go to the police station after all.

Penguin Man's legs had both been broken and he couldn't stand up. As Peter Parker walked over and circled around him, Penguin Man's eyes, which were ringed with heavy dark circles, followed his movement.

"Hello, Mr. Penguin Man. I'm Peter Parker. Scarecrow sends his regards. It was I who told Batman that you had kidnapped his former assistant and Barbara, and that you were selling military equipment. I also gave the federal agency the markings from the military vehicles. No need to thank," Peter said to Penguin Man, nodding his head.

Penguin Man's eyes nearly fell out from shock.

"But I didn't come here today for that." Peter knelt beside Penguin Man and turned to Poison Ivy who had just entered, "Could you give him some anesthetic?"

"What are you planning to do?"

"A little operation for him."

Poison Ivy hesitated, but eventually came over. A vine was thrust into Penguin Man's neck. He began to relax but was clearly still conscious.

His alarm was quite evident when Peter produced a scalpel from his pocket.

He made a swift incision into Penguin Man's chest, followed by his lung lobe, then he embedded two capsules into it.

While he was suturing, Peter said, "Remote-control capsules of fear venom, directly participating in pulmonary circulation, has about five times the potency of external inhalation. Within 0.02 seconds, the brain burns out before the nervous system can react."

After swiftly knotting the sutures, Peter leaned forward and looked into the eyes of Penguin Man, "Do me a favor, please, Mr. Oswald."

At the top of the bank building on Financial Street, full of intense Gothic architecture, two shadows raced across.

"Harley Quinn's involvement is not good news." Batman's deep voice was swallowed by the wind, "There are traces of her destruction in the Gotham Police Department. She might have been targeting Director Gordon for some time. Barbara going to find her father played right into her hands."

"We cannot foresee their every plot." Nightwing lifted his head to gaze at the huge moon still hovering low in the sky, a testament that the night had only just begun.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone on his face, prompting both men to halt and look at the giant screen on the side of the Financial building.

After the advert on the screen flickered twice, it switched to feature an overweight face with dark circles under the eyes. It was Penguin Man, his mouth wide open as he shouted at the camera.

"Batman! I...you...I...just like you guessed! I killed Jason Todd! He's dead! Died horribly!!! Ha...haha!"

Arkham Knight, who was standing on the road on the other side, looking up at the screen, was stunned.

The next moment he spotted a red and blue figure appearing on the roof of the building. A gleaming line flew past his ear and a vigorous figure landed in front of Arkham Knight.

"Your story should end here, Jason Todd."

The voice behind the mask belonged to Peter Parker.

A round of enthusiastic applause rang out from inside Shiller's Tower of Thought, and Greed, pointing at the screen, exclaimed aloud.

"A perfect way to attract attention at the start of a show! Full marks! I say full marks!"