Chapter 2249: Spread the glory

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The United States is known as the country on wheels. Almost every household has at least one car, and the driver's license has therefore become a federal identity certificate.

The Traffic and Transportation Administration sounds like an ordinary traffic control department, but in this country, it is enough to look at it as the household registration section.

If you want to find one of the eight million people but cannot start, it is recommended to check the driver’s license system first. If you can’t find it, then check the social security system, because the former has a lower level of confidentiality. Even if you don’t use grey methods, you can hire a lawyer. Can find various reasons to investigate.

Of course, Su Ming can't use this method. He only needs to sneak into the traffic control lobby that has just been thawed, find a working intranet computer, and let Strangler read the data in the database.

The process went smoothly. There was not even a security guard here tonight, and even the alarms were damaged by the freezing.

The next victim is Jean Paul, the "angel of death" on this earth. Judging from the timeline information provided by Gideon, this madman will kill Gordon, maimed Barbara, and blow up in the future. City, and use this to make Batman kill.

Of course, that was before Su Ming intervened, because the original timeline Jack would turn back into a clown tonight, and once again escaped from the Black Gate Prison where he was temporarily held, pretending to be God to frustrate Paul into a lunatic.

Now that there is no incentive for the clown, the development of things may be very different.

But Su Ming still did not intend to let Paul live, because the reason he and Bruce Wayne were hostile came from the grievances between their two families over the past two hundred years. As long as he understood everything that happened in the past, whether there was a clown or not, He will go crazy.

To put it simply, his family ancestors were also one of the pioneers who established Gotham, but then the ancestors of the Wayne family killed the man and took everything from their family.

Paul is a Vietnam War veteran in this world. He suffered from serious sequelae due to his exposure to biological and chemical weapons, including cancer. Now he has only six months to live.

He was old and poor, living a poor life, and had to rely on government and church relief.

In the original timeline, after the clown told him part of the truth and hypnotized him, the angry veteran became a killing machine.

Because it's so unfair, why does Bruce Wayne enjoy everything his ancestors took away from his ancestors, while he doesn't even look down on the illness? Discrimination everywhere?

Although he has been discharged from the army for a long time, his murderous skills have not fallen at all. He is much taller than the angel of death in the main world. He is more than two meters tall and has tendons all over his body. It looks like a human-shaped bear. burst.

The belief in God in his heart turned him into a fanatical lunatic. With the support of his beliefs, he can shield all illnesses and tortures and focus on the task God entrusted to him-purifying Gotham.

It is enough to have a laughing bat in the multiverse. Su Ming doesn't want the Batman on this earth to start killing from the Angel of Death.

So, the solution is to kill Jean Paul first, so that no one can kill Batman.

Is it appropriate to sentence a person to death for things that have not happened?

Please, the death knell is not a superhero, and he has a lot of knowledge about world inertia. It is the safest to kill people, so just do it.

And killing Paul has another advantage. As long as the scene is arranged with a lot of mysteries, then Batman will definitely be aroused by curiosity, and will not follow everyone to Earth 0, which perfectly separates him and Jack.

"Huh!"

"Oh, I found it, let me see where our prey den is."

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In the central area to the south of the city, there is a relatively quiet community here. Because this is the rear of the penguin site, there are usually no violent street conflicts.

After all, Penguin is a businessman. If "Blood on the Street" is always played on the site, it will not be good for business.

The buildings in this community are very old, including a church that has not been built for many years. In the event of the icy city, this area was spared.

But then the short sky light melted the snow, and the city's street drainage faced a serious challenge. The melted ice and snow in other urban areas all flowed to the lower side.

In the middle of the night, there are still lights inside the church. A gray-haired old man is holding a mop and quietly cleaning the water stains on the floor. Not long ago, the street was like a tsunami, and a lot of sewage was on it. Going up the steps, crossing the threshold, and flowing into the hall of the Lord.

This is not okay, it must be cleaned overnight.

There was water everywhere in the church. He even forgot how many buckets of sewage he had dumped. He only had the idea of ​​serving God, humble and calm.

The little water pool was glowing with the light of candlelight, swaying gently on the red wooden floor, like a mellow ‘blood of God’, until the mop quickly wiped it out.

Jean Paul straightened up and took a breath. The advanced stage of bone cancer does not affect his cleaning company too much, but it is always painful.

"Let, how do you feel?"

Accompanied by the slippery contact sound of leather shoes and the floor, the priest walked out of the quiet room on the side. He stood under the cross and asked his old friend with concern.

"I don't think prayer has any effect, Father." Paul shook his head with the mop stick blankly, "Even if I call the name of God in my heart, my whole body hurts terribly."

"Sounds not good news, maybe you should go to the hospital."

The priest is not a crazy believer. The church's history of instructing patients to drink holy water for treatment is long gone.

"It's useless, I only have six months left. If chemotherapy is given, it might last a year? Who knows." The old man continued to lower his head and twist the mop in the bucket, but the veins on his arm didn't make him look like it. The tone was so calm: "But I don't have enough money, and I don't want to go to the hospital to waste it. I would rather die under the Lord's light and use my savings and strength to add luster to him."

The priest in black opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he obviously changed his statement: "I'm sorry to hear this, let, maybe you can go home and rest earlier? You know, there is no need to wipe it. So clean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com until the sunrise tomorrow, everything will go with the flow."

"You go home and rest first. Wiping the floor can help me concentrate, but I can ignore the pain and feel better." The old man continued to work again, using a mop to pick up another water stain: "Maybe you can help me with my lord. Leave a good impression so that when I see him, he can ignore the dirty things I have done in the past."

"That's a war, you just obey the order." The priest has become accustomed to the believer's stubbornness, and he can't help but confide in him when he hears his past revisited.

Asking Paul to raise his head with a wry smile. He shook his head tiredly: "I killed more than 100,000 people with biochemical weapons in the Vietnam War. It's not as simple as obeying orders..."

"You are born guilty, and my lord is tolerant and merciful. You have been forgiven by the lord."

The priest drew a cross on his chest and was familiar with the road. The rose rosary made a light collision sound under the candlelight.

The old man took the bucket and walked to the bathroom. He walked staggeringly, but he soon left the candlelight. His voice came from the shadows: "I think my end is retribution. It must be my sin. It hasn't been redeemed yet."

The priest hesitated for a moment, stopped him loudly, closed his eyes and entangled, then said seriously:

"You know our family has always been in contact, right? I have a big secret about you, about Gotham, do you want to hear? Maybe you can do something more memorable by God, like mopping the floor. Clear the darkness of Gotham and let the light of the Lord shine here?"

Asking Paul to put down the bucket in his hand, tore off the towel on his shoulders and wiped his hands, his eyes flashed with fanaticism:

"Tell me how to spread the glory of the Lord. Maybe I, a dying person, can do something meaningful."