bookbashuk Chapter 68 onwards, one punch and he's dead. What's there to say?
Chapter 68 onwards, one punch and he's dead. What's there to say?
Ahem, Jaeger must make a serious statement: he did not agree to cooperate with Batman beforehand.
The current situation is purely coincidental.
Just as he used the Messenger's special location mechanism and used the Door to quickly teleport and jump to Jason's location, he only had time to notice the unconscious Jason who was about to be grabbed by a guy dressed like a scarecrow, and instinctively used the Door to teleport him away and save him.
It was only when he landed that Jaeger saw Batman, his cape unfurled, landing as swiftly as a shadow on the outside of the building behind Scarecrow.
[A new achievement has been unlocked!]
[Achievement Completed - "Cheese Sandwich in Two Breads!"]
[Unlock condition: First time attacking with another opponent using a pincer movement.]
[PS: A tactical mastermind once revealed a winning strategy in a drunken stupor: the invincible one—a sandwich with cheese!]
What kind of tactical mastermind are you?!
Jaeger was speechless, and could only shift the topic to the "scarecrow" in front of him: "Is he that guy?"
He looked at Batman as he spoke, as if to confirm something with Batman.
Batman probably didn't expect Jaeger to arrive so quickly. He glanced at Jaeger and the unconscious boy before nodding: "He seems to call himself Scarecrow."
While the two were talking, the scarecrow, caught in the middle and ignored, remained silent.
"Do you all think," the scarecrow gritted its teeth, "that you can catch me just because you've cornered me here?"
"My experiment...isn't finished yet!"
In a fit of rage, he threw down the words that were tantamount to "Don't you dare ignore me," and then the scarecrow pulled out two long, thin vials of a strange liquid from his person and smashed them on the ground!
Inside the broken bottle, the liquid rapidly evaporated into the air, turning into clumps of yellowish-green gas that rose into the air!
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The scarecrow already had a breathing mask underneath its face mask, so it wasn't worried about inhaling the gas. It immediately burst into maniacal laughter, like a complete experimental madman, but the laughter also carried a strange sense of unease.
"Since you've all offered yourselves up to be my guinea pigs... I don't mind collecting a few more sets of experimental data!"
"Watch out." Batman had been tracking Scarecrow these past few days and was naturally wary of his methods. He instantly pulled a respirator from his belt and put it over his mouth, which was exposed outside his mask. "This is the Fear Gas I mentioned to you... It's extremely dangerous!"
"..." Jaeger narrowed his eyes. "A messenger."
With his call, a hoarse cry characteristic of corvids rang out instantly.
The condensed mist took shape as a fog crow, and as it appeared, it flapped its wings, creating wind and mist that swept forward, blowing the spreading poisonous gas of fear towards the area above where Jaeger was located!
"...What the hell is this thing?!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the Scarecrow, a Gotham University professor specializing in psychology and also deeply knowledgeable in chemistry, a staunch materialist and pure scientist... suddenly felt that his understanding of the material world had been trampled upon.
First came the bats of urban legend, then humans who can freely traverse space.
Now another bizarre corvid creature, just like the hellish creatures, has appeared, its entire body shrouded in mist.
...You're not scientific, he's not scientific! Even this monster that suddenly appeared is not scientific! —FUCK! Is there anything else here that I should be able to see that's so unscientific?!
As the scarecrow cursed, he also pulled out other weapons from his body.
Although fear gas is his primary target for research, that doesn't mean he won't have other attack methods.
"Gas won't work," the scarecrow gritted its teeth. "Then let's try this!"
What he held in his hand was a rather ingenious modified gun, with a thin tube connected to the back of the gun, which was connected to a can of an unidentified liquid that looked extremely dangerous!
The moment Scarecrow pulled out his gun, Jaeger in front of him and Batman behind him simultaneously began to move.
Jaeger's action was simple; he merely raised his hand and spread his five fingers.
But with just this one movement, an irresistible force suddenly gripped the scarecrow's fingers, and before the scarecrow could react to what was happening, it yanked the venom gun out of its hand, sending it flying through the air in a beautiful arc.
In the blink of an eye, the weapon changed hands.
Jaeger raised his hand and grasped the gun, thinking to himself, "The Disarming Spell is truly a god forever."
Sure enough, in Gotham, where firearms are everywhere and everyone seems to suffer from a fear of insufficient firepower, the Disarming Charm is a very versatile and useful spell.
On the other hand, Batman's movements were a bit more complex.
The moment the scarecrow lost its venom gun, he launched a powerful kick into the guy's back!
"Ugh!" The scarecrow, already frail, couldn't withstand a kick at all. Batman's kick sent it crashing to the ground, nearly embedding it in the earth. The pain was so intense it saw stars, and it almost vomited blood on the spot. "Damn Batman, I... Aaaaaah!!!"
A scream came from Scarecrow's mouth, because just as he was trying to utter some threats, Batman pressed his toe against the man's lower abdomen and kicked him to the side with a light lift.
Then, he delivered a clean and decisive punch to the chest!
The punch landed in a very tricky spot, likely breaking one of the scarecrow's ribs. The scarecrow, who had never experienced such pain before, instantly lost all will to fight, only able to wail and beg for mercy: "Spare me, spare me, bat... I'm going to die..."
"..." Batman ignored the screams. "What did you do to that boy?"
"I...I..." The Scarecrow was in so much pain he couldn't speak, but when he saw Batman making a move to break his leg, he was instantly terrified. "No, no, no, no! I'll talk! Don't do it!"
"I didn't do anything. The boy is underage and can't be a test subject... so I just gave him enough anesthetic to keep him unconscious until tomorrow morning!"
Meanwhile, Jaeger watched as the Scarecrow, who had been so defiant just a second ago, got a beating from Batman and then instantly became docile. He shook his head without any sympathy and returned to Jason's side.
He crouched down and looked at the boy in front of him, unable to immediately determine whether Jason was truly just under the influence of anesthesia.
But after a moment of thought, Jaeger suddenly realized something.
He stretched out his arm, and Burks climbed up, lifting his upper body and sticking out his tongue: "Hiss."
"Burx," Jaeger asked, "since you can treat this, could you help me figure out what's wrong with this situation?"
To Jaeger's surprise, Burks actually nodded.
It spat out the writing board that it had stored in the strange space inside its stomach after leaving the house, and then wrote a few lines.
After it finished writing, Jaeger took it and read it:
Clearing the body of residual medication can also be considered a form of treatment.
The price is based on the severity of the illness and the dosage.
[This boy's condition can be treated with minor injuries—$20!]
After reading it, Jaeger was about to take out his money when he suddenly stopped.
Then, he slowly looked at Burks, who was wagging his tail expectantly, and said with a strange expression, "Uh, um, Burks, I don't have any money on me right now..."
"Do you accept bank card payments?"