American comic book police officer survival manual

"Lucius..."

"I'm fine, why isn't she moving? Now's a good opportunity!"

Lucius was bitten by the mad cat, but his attention was no longer on the ward.

His expression was extremely serious, his eyes fixed downwards, staring intently at the gun at his waist.

Pamela forcefully shoved the pill into Selena's mouth, leaving her limp and powerless on the ground. She had no heart left to care for her.

The worried girl turned her head, about to bandage her lover's wound, when she noticed that Lucius had suddenly stood up—

"Bang!"

A burst of fire pierced through the door, and a spurt of blood shot out, splattering across the hospital corridor.

Pamela stared blankly at the Glock gun, still emitting smoke, in the officer's hand, not understanding what had happened.

"Stay here, don't wander off, and be careful!"

Lucius was absolutely certain that his shot had hit the target. He rushed out of the ward and followed the trail of blood to the other end of the corridor.

There, a dark shadow flashed by, and a few withered yellow straws drifted down from the air...

"Heh, scarecrow..."

With a cold laugh, Lucius reloaded the pistol.

From the very first day he disrupted that guy's plan to intercept the goods, Lucius had been on guard for this moment to happen.

So, the moment Lucius sensed the poison gas, he knew this guy would definitely come looking for him...

And now... he has indeed come.

"Without the poison gas, what threat can you pose?"

His tone grew increasingly cold and sharp. He casually tightened the bandage around the wound on his right hand, and boundless killing intent surged within Lucius's heart!

Unlike those traditional "villains" who are driven by profit or status.

Gotham is full of crazy and reckless lunatics.

If traditional "evil" has its roots, it is either greed or desire.

So these lunatics who go crazy in Gotham and cause more suffering to the already struggling citizens are without any bottom line or reason, creating countless tragedies purely for "fun"!

They never follow any rules; they simply destroy everything that exists!

And such scum.

Existence itself is an error!

Lucius isn't Batman; he won't stand idly by if someone tries to kill him.

so...

"You'd better run faster..."

With a cold and stern expression, Lucius moved quickly through the hospital, following the direction of the bloodstains!

......

"Damn it... how could that guy have spotted me?!"

Wearing a straw hat and wrapped in straw clothing, Jonathan covered his arms and ran along the pre-prepared route.

He went to great lengths to find the police officer who had disrupted his plans.

When he discovered that his debut had been ruined by such a person, Jonathan was completely unable to accept it!

The once perfect plan was ruined by a policeman, a policeman whom Jonathan once looked down upon the most! An incompetent piece of trash, a bastard who only wastes taxpayers' money!

Furious, Jonathan decides to target this police officer with his second revenge plan.

He was curious to see what kind of ugly behavior the officer who had once managed to thwart his debut would display in the face of his second-generation gas.

But what was the result?!

Clutching the wound on his arm, Jonathan was filled with bewilderment.

"Why was he able to ignore my poison gas? Why was I exposed?"

What on earth did he mess with?!

Ignoring the bloodstains on the ground, Jonathan gritted his teeth and rushed to the location he had prepared in advance.

Walk through the corridor and leave the inpatient department...

Stepping into the pharmacy, the scarecrow finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to grit his teeth and treat his wounds...

Until those steady, rhythmic footsteps slowly drew closer again...

"You really are different from everyone else..."

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Jonathan hid behind a medicine cabinet, waiting for the guy to arrive.

"Oh, you're not running anymore?"

Following the trail all the way to the pharmacy, Lucius looked up at the bloodstains on the ground that had just disappeared at this moment, his eyes sweeping over the rows of medicine cabinets.

That guy is probably hiding behind some medicine cabinet.

"Why are you immune to my poison gas? Aren't you afraid?"

Carefully and silently tending to his wounds, the scarecrow peered through the crack in the medicine cabinet at the policeman lingering at the pharmacy door.

Unfortunately, Lucius did not respond to his voice, nor did he step directly into the rows of medicine cabinets as he had wished.

"You know what? No one understands fear better than me."

Faced with that unique presence, Jonathan could not suppress his urge to confide and began to narrate to himself.

"Fear is the most real and powerful emotion. It can completely control a person's behavior and is a powerful tool for manipulating others."

A hoarse and somber voice echoed through the pharmacy... In this highly enclosed space, Lucius could not determine the speaker's location based on the sound source.

This must be the spot the scarecrow carefully selected...

"In Gotham, this pathetic city, people use money, health, and all sorts of other factors to create fear in order to force people to move forward."

"Incompetent bosses threaten jobs, and foolish lovers threaten emotions; they are creating fear in the worst way possible to force someone to obey their orders."

"And I will prove, in my own way, that only the fear I create can make all of Gotham tremble! Make all of Gotham obey my commands!!!"

The hoarse tone grew increasingly high-pitched and shrill until it became noisy and grating...

The scarecrow frantically recounted his dreams, as if the fear that permeated the entire city was the emotion that fascinated and captivated him the most.

"But you! You're an exception..."

His debut was ruined from the very beginning. What should have been an event that plunged the city into chaos and fear was quickly resolved by this guy, without even causing a ripple.

Everyone was focused on the whereabouts of that shipment of chemicals; nobody cared about the scarecrow! And nobody cared about the fear of poison gas!!!

Thinking of this, Jonathan, panting heavily, spoke through a mixture of anger and confusion:

"What's your relationship with Batman? Why are you so different from those incompetent cops?"

"Why aren't you afraid? Or is your weakness hidden too well for me to find?"

Tell me... what are you most afraid of?

He asked in a low, hushed voice. After the wound was treated, the scarecrow took a remote control from its pocket, grinning maliciously at the man at the pharmacy door, awaiting his response.

"His biggest fear is probably not having any pretty girls to pursue."

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in his ear, causing the scarecrow's eyes to widen suddenly!

The original plan was interrupted just as the scarecrow turned its head to look at the source of the sound and tried to press the remote control—

He was met with a powerful iron fist!

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