Chapter 163: The Long Easter (3)

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Chapter 163: The Long Easter (3) "Now it seems they are angry." Copperpot sneered, looking at the pouring rain outside the window. Schiller said to him, "I think you should already know that many patients with symptoms similar to yours have come from Gordon's area. Your condition should be related to the rain." Schiller shook his head and said, "In mental illness, it's difficult to find two cases with exactly the same symptoms, but now there are more than two." "We are discussing how to deal with it. Currently, the drainage situation in Gotham is not optimistic. If this continues, there will be floods tonight." Batman's voice accompanied the sound of rain. Suddenly, the room lit up, and the flash illuminated all the objects into a pale color. Then a loud thunder came from the distance, and the three of them looked outside. Schiller looked at Batman and said, "I have a lot of patients. I don't want to deal with this nonsense..." Batman stared at him, seemingly ignoring his words of refusal, as if he was sure that Schiller had something to say. Sure enough, Schiller continued, "But they actually made me spend a lot of money to buy a low-quality umbrella that was destined to be broken, and it's raining so heavily when I don't have an umbrella..." The rain outside the window became heavier and the thunderous sound covered the conversation inside the room. The closer to the sky, the closer the thunder was. Gotham University seemed to be shrouded in a dark fog, and only one office was lit up, and it was noisy inside. "Are you sure this distance can divert all the rainwater in this area to the designated height?" "Look here... we must pay attention to the water pressure here. If we don't replenish the support structure, it is likely to cause a collapse of the entire sewer system..." "This area needs directional blasting. Yes, I'm sure..." The professors gathered in front of the desk, discussing one after another. On the surface, they were discussing how to solve the problem of severe surface water accumulation in Gotham City. Most people can't hold on for more than three minutes in this discussion because they constantly use engineering and mechanical terms, making it difficult for listeners to understand. But in reality, this is not a small talk on paper. One technical term related to blasting after another popped out of their mouths. Obviously, this is another discussion filled with Gotham style. At the Gotham police station, after dealing with the criminals who were somewhat delusional, Gordon took a hot coffee from a young officer and drank it in one gulp. He sat down behind the desk and just wanted to take a break, but found a shadow behind him. Gordon turned around and sighed, "Batman, you don't have to make your entrance so scary every time." "I need your help, Gordon detective." Gordon didn't answer, he listened as Batman spoke. Batman continued, "Next, I will light the Bat-Signal in several locations in Gotham City, and then the Gang's construction team will enter and begin digging. You need to send people there to protect them." Gordon opened his mouth, but for a moment, he couldn't answer. He said, "Are you saying that you want the police department to send people to protect the Gang?" He turned around, reached out his hand, and said to Batman, "Okay, if you need our cooperation to deal with that mysterious organization, I can understand. But are you sure that the Gang needs us to protect them?" Batman's tone was very serious. He said, "This is to guard against possible sudden attacks. The heavy firepower that the police possess is essential." "Can you tell me the plan? I must be responsible for the safety of my subordinates." Batman shook his head and said, "Do you remember that nursery rhyme? 'The Court of Owls watches all the time...'" Gordon felt a chill down his spine. He instinctively looked around his office, but he couldn't refute Batman. If it involved a mysterious power, Gordon couldn't be sure that he wasn't being watched. The dark meeting room was filled with laughter that sounded like bird cries, just like the nocturnal owl's cry in the forest. The heavy rain continued, with more and more water being diverted underground, but the speed of the diversion was slowing down. Gordon stood next to a fence at one of the construction sites and shouted, "The drainage system has reached its limit! The entire underground of Gotham should be filled with rainwater now." Brock sat on his motorcycle, holding a flashlight and waving it over. The dazzling light made Gordon cover his eyes with his arm. He heard Brock shout, "They said everything has been set up! Get ready to evacuate!" Gordon turned around and waved his arm, shouting loudly, "Everyone prepare to evacuate! Move to the high-rise buildings!" Then he picked up the phone and spoke to the other side, "District 5! Has the person in charge of District 5 heard me? What's the situation over there? Has everyone evacuated from the first and second floors?" "You didn't tell them what The Godfather means, did you?! How many times have we said to listen to the evacuation orders?! Do we need Falcone to personally call them and talk to them?" Brock held up his umbrella and said loudly, "We can only hope that the method they came up with really works, otherwise Gotham will really be submerged." Gordon hung up the phone and said, "We have to trust Batman, we can only trust him!" Soon, the lights in the high-rise buildings of Gotham began to gradually light up, while the lights in the lower floors continued to go out, and everyone moved to higher ground. The members of the Court of Owls who received the news from the monitoring equipment were contemptuous of this, thinking that it was just a delaying tactic, and that the flood would eventually wash everything away, no matter how high they climbed. But soon, they stopped laughing. The members of the Court of Owls, sitting in a dark meeting room, suddenly felt a violent cold wind sweep across the entire base. This icy storm exploded directly from the point of origin, sweeping across every corner of Gotham underground in an instant. The rushing rainwater was frozen into ice, and when the raindrops from the sky fell, the splashing water was frozen into translucent ice crystals. Looking down from above Gotham, huge snowflakes blossomed from a small device, and almost instantly, all liquids on the ground and surface of Gotham were frozen, as if time had stopped. Then, several devices were launched into the sky and exploded in the clouds, and the accumulated water in the clouds was also frozen into ice, which broke apart during the fall and turned into blocks of ice when it hit the ground. Between the dark clouds hovering over Gotham, there was a low-temperature zone formed by layers of cold streams, and the rain that fell directly turned into dancing snowflakes. In just a few minutes, the entire sky and underground of Gotham City were frozen, and the whole city seemed to have pressed the pause button. Not only were the fish tanks frozen, but the hands that reached in to catch the fish were also trapped. The hardness of the ice layer created by the ice generator was no less than that of a rock layer. The Court of Owls' base was surrounded by thousands of meters of ice, and everyone was directly frozen in a solid, giant block of ice. "Is this something Victor Fries came up with?" In the hospital room of Arkham Asylum, looked at Batman and asked Schiller. "You have to show some respect for your professor and not call him by his full name. And even if you ask me like this, I can guess that you've prepared hundreds of plans to deal with him." "The person who can freeze Gotham..." Batman muttered to himself. "In fact, freezing doesn't solve the real problem of the rain clouds," Schiller shook his head and said, "If the freezing device is so effective, it means that someone has indeed tampered with the rain clouds that store rainwater..."

Chapter 163: The Long Easter (3)

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