blogombal Chapter 192, Chapter 89: Are you exploiting a bug here?
Chapter 192, Chapter 89: Are you exploiting a bug here?
Chapter 192, Chapter 89: Are you exploiting a bug here?
With a single palm strike, Gordon shattered a wooden desk; then, turning and delivering a powerful punch, he chiseled a terrifying dent into the concrete wall. His fighting prowess continued to rise. Correspondingly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out a piercing scream, indicating that his sanity had been eroded by the hallucinations to the brink of collapse.
"Ah! Get away!"
"Don't come near me!"
"My God, what the hell are these things?!"
If the amber-gold compound in his body is not removed as soon as possible, even if Qin Wei pulls him back from the brink of death, he will ultimately only end up as a walking corpse.
With this in mind, Qin Wei completely abandoned conservative treatment and decided to adopt the brutal and efficient Russian-style rescue method.
As Gordon's fist came crashing down on him, he blocked it with one hand while simultaneously pressing the liquid nitrogen launch button on his belt. The liquid nitrogen sprayed onto Gordon's shoulder, instantly freezing half of his body.
At the same time, Qin Wei swung his hand and chopped down.
With a sharp crack, half of Gordon's body was shattered, and bits of flesh and blood, emanating a chilling aura, clattered and shattered all over the ground.
This was only the first step. Qin Wei then aimed the liquid nitrogen launcher at the opponent's head.
Noisy!
Gordon, whose cerebellum was frozen, instantly lost the ability to move. His legs wobbled and he was about to fall backward when Qin Wei caught him at the last moment, preventing Gordon's skull from being shattered.
He then pulled out the grappling hook rope and tied Gordon up.
The amber gold composite was suppressed by the low temperature, and as long as Gordon's ice head was not deliberately damaged, new flesh would not grow; the shattered body was different. Qin Wei broke off the ice shards from the wound, and as the temperature rose, the amber gold composite's almost abnormal self-healing ability quickly took effect on the severed limbs.
The next step is to wait, to wait for Gordon's head to warm up before pulling out the amber-gold composite material from his back.
To be honest, Qin Wei didn't know if this outrageous method would work. Of the several small experiments he had done in the basement using William Cobb's body parts, apart from the one on himself, this was the first time he had conducted an amber gold experiment on a living person's body.
The word "experiment" often evokes images of precision and rigor, with conclusions that are systematic and replicable. However, in Qin Wei's case, "experiment" became an act of chance filled with subjective conjecture and wishful thinking.
"Damn it! If we can exploit the Amber Gold bug like this, then those Owls are practically invincible!"
Qin Wei himself didn't believe he could succeed, and he secretly sneered as he stood by Gordon's side.
But he got stuck in a rut. The Court of Owls had long known about this loophole-like method of resurrection, but the problem was that the claws didn't need it, and the members of the court would never put themselves in danger.
Emergency self-healing ability only works on ordinary people, while immortality is the true pursuit of those who possess endless wealth.
So, under Qin Wei's shocked gaze, Gordon shook off the ice shards on his body and opened his eyes in terror once again.
Gordon was killed twice and then revived in just a few minutes; it was truly remarkable.
However, this time he was firmly bound by barbed wire and could not pose any threat for the time being.
"It might hurt a little after this, but I believe you can bear it. After all, it's nothing compared to what you've been through tonight."
Slicing open the back muscles, Qin Wei thrust his hand inside, wrestling with the muscle fibers for the amber gold before yanking it out.
"ah--!"
The old man pinned under his knees let out a sigh of relief.
Gordon felt as if he had walked through purgatory. He couldn't remember many things, but the piercing fear was deeply etched into his subconscious. Only when he saw that familiar mask did his tense nerves relax.
"Damn it, what the hell happened?!"
Gordon still remembered the moment he and Jess died together, but he didn't understand why the wound in his abdomen had disappeared, and why a burning pain was shooting through his back. Not only was his right sleeve gone, but the exposed skin was even—
Sigh~ How to describe it? His skin was delicate and his muscles were firm and strong, as if his arm from when he was twenty years old had been transplanted over.
Of course, Gordon will gradually discover that the old injuries and joint wear that have plagued him for years have also disappeared without a trace, but that's a story for another time.
"Believe me, you don't want to know what happened."
Qin Wei stuffed the amber gold composite back into his belt. After this loss, the life force contained in the amber gold was almost depleted. Although the effect of this thing was practically a bug, he was not sure how many people could withstand such mental trauma.
If he could, he hoped he would never have to use it again.
"So you're here. What's the situation outside—"
Just as Qin Wei was helping Gordon to leave, Floyd arrived late.
Deadshot, panting heavily, recounted in fits and starts everything that had happened in prison and Thomas's plan to Qin Wei, who frowned and clicked his tongue upon hearing it.
Qin Wei guessed that Thomas might have his own ideas, but he didn't expect the other's mental state to be so unstable, to massacre Blackgate Prison—
How did he come up with that?
Fortunately, Qin Wei's plan was not completely ruined. Next, he had to quickly lead his men to retreat. As for the score with Thomas, he could settle it slowly when they returned to Wayne Manor.
Meanwhile, Thomas, having achieved his objective, began organizing the evacuation of his personnel. However, due to the excessive time wasted, three helicopters with the word "Police" printed on their sides were already circling overhead.
The GCPD finally joined the battlefield, and immediately unleashed their ultimate move: three anti-aircraft machine guns swept down from above, adding fuel to the already raging fire on the battlefield.
Gang members scattered and fled, seeking the nearest cover. Bullets, glowing with a blinding red light, tore through the night like meteors descending from the heavens, drilling fist-sized bullet holes in the gravel-strewn ground.
Outside the prison walls, officers in riot gear surrounded the gate, and under the cover of helicopters, a commando team carrying riot shields was preparing to enter the battlefield.
The most anxious person right now is none other than Thomas. His own actions, which created unnecessary trouble and disrupted Qin Wei's plans, were not his intention. Moreover, today's events have made him realize that the villainous gang possesses extremely high strategic value.
With the police now aligned with the Court of Owls and the general public largely ignorant and apathetic, these gangsters have become the only force he can win over. When the courts collapse and Gotham descends into chaos, he will need such a loyal army to expand his territory.
Thinking of this, Thomas rushed out from behind the cover.
He dodged a volley of gunfire with ghostly agility, then seized the opportunity to launch a grappling hook at a helicopter overhead, sending it soaring into the sky like an arrow.
Clinging to the helicopter landing gear and retracting the grappling hook, Night Owl performed a difficult aerial backflip onto the cabin.
The machine gunner inside the cabin was still searching for the figure that had just flashed by when Night Owl's sudden appearance made him tremble.
Without a word, Night Owl knocked the machine gun out of the other man's hand with a single blow, grabbed him by the collar, and threw the unfortunate fellow down.
The driver turned around at the sound and turned pale with fright at the menacing black figure behind him.
"Don't worry, you'll be last!"
Night Owl sneered as he grabbed a machine gun and fired it at the two helicopters in the sky.
Jumping shell casings, blinding flashes of light, the roar of gunfire mingled with the maniacal laughter of a night owl.
The two helicopters were busy clearing the battlefield when they never expected to be betrayed by their own side. One helicopter had its engine shot through, and the pilot of the other had his head blown off.
In the blink of an eye, both helicopters were shot down, crashing into the prison walls amidst thick smoke.
The violent explosion blasted a gap in the base of the wall, and the villains, relieved, gathered around the broken wall.
After taking care of the flies, the next problem was the annoying rats. Thomas pointed his gun at the GCPD commando team at the main entrance.
Rat-a-tat-tat!!!
The riot shields were no different from plastic basins given away during supermarket promotions in the face of the terrifying penetrating power of .62mm machine gun rounds. The assault team was instantly wiped out, and the prison gate was transformed into a muddy, bloody path piled with corpses and pieces of flesh.
Just as Thomas was getting into the swing of things, the helicopter suddenly shuddered, followed by a piercing alarm on the control panel, and the plane began to spin.
This is a sign of a plane crash!
Thomas Jr. acted decisively, leaping out of the hatch before losing his balance. Just as he launched his grappling hook, a dark shadow with a whooshing sound suddenly flashed past out of the corner of his eye.
He instinctively released the gun.
This was the right decision, because in that instant, the fighting gun and the grappling hook's rope were completely entangled by the shadowy figure.
At this moment, he also saw clearly what the dark figure was.
Helicopter propeller?
Isaiah Thomas raised an eyebrow in surprise, then slammed hard into the ground from a low altitude of 20 feet (about 6 meters). His suit dispersed most of the impact, preventing him from suffering broken bones, but even so, his internal organs were still throbbing with pain.
He stood up, clutching his stomach, and looked first at the propeller blade that had almost shattered him; it was stuck above his head, embedded in the cement wall.
It was obvious that this thing had been broken off; a clear handprint remained on the metal piece.
Who's here?
The owl's doubts were quickly answered. A hand reached out from the burning wreckage, grabbed the tail section of the helicopter blocking its path, and flung it away as easily as parting a tree trunk.
The helicopter's tail fin soared high into the distance, eventually plunging into the top of the watchtower.
Then the top of the watchtower collapsed, and bricks and rubble fell, covering the already smoke-filled battlefield with flying dust.
Wow!
Thomas clicked his tongue in admiration, while quietly moving closer to the propeller behind him.
Regardless of who the opponent was, the power he displayed even surpassed that of Bane in his normal state. Thomas didn't want to fight this freak; he just wanted to retrieve the grappling hook gun wrapped around the propeller and run away immediately.
But it was obvious that the other party was after him.
Suddenly, the dust and smoke were torn apart by the gale, and amidst the sound of machinery, a pitch-black fist swung up in front of him. The howling wind even hurt the owl's eardrums.