Chapter 174: The Night of the Clowns Resurrection (3)

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Chapter 174: The Night of the Clowns Resurrection (3) Batman surveyed his surroundings and turned to Schiller, asking, "Do you think I can take him now?" As a tactical master, Batman was not blindly confident. He saw hundreds of crazed individuals drawn by the smell of alcohol, and infected madmen closing in on him from all sides. As the Dionysian factor continued to spread, there were also restless sounds coming from the distant buildings. It was clear that more people had been infected. "I said you could do it if you can," Schiller shrugged and said, "This is just a simulation test. If you fail, be prepared to be beaten by the official examiner." "I feel like you're implying something," Batman replied, before throwing two bat darts at Alberto. He knew he had to attract the attention of these crazies. If he withdrew, these monsters would rush into Gotham, causing countless tragedies. So, even though he knew that retreat was the best tactic, he couldn't leave. Alberto dodged the bat darts and laughed maniacally before attacking Batman, and the two began to fight. On the other side, Schiller had already entered the Church and stood at the edge of the green pool, looking at the liquid inside. He muttered to himself, "This guy who fell into the Dionysian factor... Was it in a chemical factory? Or a circus? Or could it be..." Then he continued with a bit of confusion, "Batman didn't choose him after all. I thought..." At this moment, a person wearing a bird mask emerged from behind his Jesus statue base and said, "It's you, you've been interfering with us." Schiller raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't disturb my thinking." "You will pay the price for opposing the Court of Owls," the person in the bird mask warned. Schiller seemed a little impatient and said, "What, haven't your companions' fate made you more restrained yet?" "Are you talking about those idiots you trapped? Me and them are not the same..." "I'm talking about those who drowned in their own excrement." The person across from him choked, seemingly disgusted by his own involuntary association. He said, "How dare you mention that despicable trap!" "That's still better than your stupid and unimaginative plans. Water supply plan? Do you have any other dumb ideas? Firestarter plan?" "Stupid plan?!" The person across from him raised his voice and said, "Look, we've created a real immortal crazy person using fine wine! He will be Gotham's eternal nightmare! Look outside..." Outside the Church, Batman was in a fierce battle, as the first batch of infected crazies had already surrounded him. He was now in the midst of being beaten by dozens of people, and his superior martial arts skills had not gained him much advantage. He had already suffered some injuries. "What you have created doesn't matter. What matters is that Batman didn't choose him." "What are you talking about? Haven't you realized yet? The toxin has already boiled! It will spread throughout Gotham city! What you've done is useless! This city will eventually fall into madness..." Schiller looked at Alberto, who was being attacked by a group of people, and sighed, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't choose him either." The bird-masked man on the opposite side continued talking to himself, "This is the greatest achievement of the water source plan! The eternal nightmare of Gotham! As long as he exists, destruction and chaos will never stop! He will drag the entire city into the abyss!" "Well, how should I put it..." "Your formula is correct, but you used the wrong values." Then Schiller sighed again and said, "No one can control Batman, let alone his opponents, not even the Court of Owls." "Batman? You mean the stray dog outside that's about to be beaten to death?" When he arrived, he looked around dazedly, seeming not to find what he was looking for. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him. Schiller reached out and pointed to the right, saying, "Batman was just blown away over there." The truck driver took a look at Schiller, blinked, and seemed to be confused about how Schiller appeared there. Ignoring him, Schiller said to himself, "The person I'm looking for... let me see... oh, here he is. How did he fly so far?" "That's because I made a huge, huge, huge, huge bomb!" A burst of chuckles accompanied a hoarse voice. "Well, this bomb is really powerful, and you have solved the problem from a physical perspective," Schiller said perfunctorily. The truck driver stared at him and asked, "Are you saying that I'm too rough? How can you say that?" "I advise you to hurry up and find Batman, or he will die soon." The man suddenly realized and hurriedly limped towards the direction Schiller pointed. Schiller bypassed the Church gate and found Alberto at a ruin across the street. He walked over, holding his arm, gloatingly asking, "The wine god factor only makes you not die, but it doesn't make you feel no pain. How do you feel, Falcone?" Then his tone gradually turned cold, and he said, "Or should I call you Claw, the member of the Court of Owls, Alberto?" Schiller turned his head and saw the person wearing a bird mask lying on the ground, also covered in blood and about to die. Schiller continued gloatingly, "I told you that terrible things would happen, but you didn't listen. You had no way to escape, yet you dared to approach the center of the battlefield. I don't know whether to praise your bravery or say that you're stupid." As the only one standing unscathed on the battlefield, Schiller activated his merciless taunting mode and mimicked the words of the Court of Owls member, "Look there, that's your great creation for the water source plan!" "Well, that's not entirely accurate. He wasn't created by you, and he doesn't listen to you at all," the Court of Owls member replied, either angered or choking on his words. Schiller then turned to Alberto and said, "If Batman had chosen you, maybe things would be different, but unfortunately, he didn't." "Not just him, nobody chose you, including me." Despite the fact that Alberto had superhuman recovery abilities due to the Dionysium Factor, he quickly regained consciousness from his near-death state and had a bad premonition. He suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body. He looked at Schiller in horror and saw that a gray mist was emanating from his eyes. Alberto grasped his own neck and said, "No, no!!!" Schiller muttered to himself, "This is indeed my Easter gift to you..." A strand of gray mist, tinged with a faint green light, floated out of Alberto's eyes, and then Schiller took a jar and caught the mist, closing the lid. "Happy Easter, Evans." The blond youth lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Schiller held the jar and approached the Court of Owls member, shaking it in front of him and saying, "Thank you for helping me extract the pure Dionysium Factor." The last thing the Court of Owls member saw before dying was Schiller's spine-chilling smile.

Chapter 174: The Night of the Clowns Resurrection (3)

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