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Chapter 256, Section 22: The People of Gotham are Full of Martial Spirit

"I came to Gotham once with my father when I was a kid. Because we didn't know the area well, the zeppelin was going a bit slow, like this speed, and then an empty beer bottle flew in through the back window and hit me—"

Before Barry could finish speaking, fate played out a familiar scene once again.

An empty beer bottle spun around and flew from outside the car, heading straight for the back of his head.

Of course, if Barry were to get hit on the back of the head and die instantly at this critical moment, he would be a disgrace to the Speedster brand.

He didn't even activate the Speed ​​Force; one hand was still on the steering wheel, while the other gripped the bottle.

An elderly woman with gray hair leaned out of the car behind, waving her cane and cursing at Barry.

"Kiss my asshole, you damn scum!"

Even though they were still more than ten kilometers away from Gotham, the neighborhood relations had already begun to become simple and warm. However, the speed at which Barry was piloting the aircraft was in stark contrast to his running speed, so it was understandable that he was cursed at by the car behind him.

Qin Wei turned his head and looked at her. He felt that the foul-mouthed old woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

While Barry was doing this, he used his Speed ​​Force to run back and forth. Although he didn't have the stamina to run back to Central City, he still had the stamina to shut that sweet-talking little mouth.

One second the highway grandma was still gentle and easygoing, the next second she found that half of her head had been wrapped up like a mummy.

Amidst the sobs and whimpers of his mother-in-law, Barry closed the car door and stuffed the electrical tape back into the driver's compartment.

"Isn't this Oliver's car? How did you know there was duct tape here?"

"Actually, I just bought this thing downtown."

Barry spoke casually, but although speed had become a part of his life, some of his words still made Qin Wei jealous.

"Damn it, I wish I had the Speed ​​Force too!"

"Believe me, this ability isn't very useful, because during high-speed exercise I often—" Barry's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes became complicated, "I often feel hungry; my daily food intake is equivalent to that of three adults!"

"That's it? That's all?"

"Isn't this serious enough? One person has to support the food expenses of three adults, and I can barely afford the rent."

Barry thought the other person was making a lame joke, but his profile was full of helplessness.

The other party might be serious.

After hitching a ride with Barry back to the center of Gotham City, the Diamond District was still a desolate scene. After cooperating with the inspection soldiers and showing his ID card, Qin Wei carried the unconscious Bruce back to the Roman settlement.

Selena was the first to run over to greet him, but when she saw Bruce unconscious on Qin Wei's shoulder, she covered her mouth in horror.

"How is he?"

"It's nothing, he just couldn't stand the spatial travel and temporarily fell into a coma. Just feed him some hot chocolate according to the folk remedy." It was obvious that Selena's attention was entirely focused on the injured person, and she didn't realize that the person speaking next to her was her boyfriend.

"That's good, I'll go first—wait!"

She glanced at Qin Wei unintentionally, then looked at Bruce in front of her, and the girl, realizing what was happening, immediately felt overloaded.

If Matchstick Marlon only resembled Qin Wei, then these two guys in front of us could be said to be cut from the same mold, except for slight differences in hairstyle and build—Wei's shoulders were broader, but Bruce was about an inch taller.

Of course, this isn't Selena's fault, since even Martha didn't recognize her.

Looking at Qin Wei's tense face, which was almost bursting with laughter, Selena put her hands on her hips and said angrily.

"So you left without a word, not only helping Star City defeat the giant alien octopus, but also conveniently cloning yourself?"

"Yeah, from now on, I'll let him wear tight clothes, and I'll stay home with you, okay?"

Qin Wei wasn't entirely joking when he said that.

He really is thinking about retiring.

With the Court of Owls, the biggest threat, now expelled, Gotham will soon be back on track. As for the mysterious tumor and that guy called "The Laughing Man," he doesn't have any further clues for the time being.

Since the Joker disappeared, the plot hints that had been present have also been interrupted. Now he is just a mortal, and he is nothing compared to heroes like Superman, Flash, and Green Lantern.

At this critical juncture, the disadvantage of not having a system has been exposed, and even his identity as a transmigrator cannot help him at all.

He has completely integrated into Gotham, becoming an ordinary bat that can be found everywhere in the dark multiverse.

"Since I'm so ordinary, the destruction of the world shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?"

Qin Wei stretched and leaned back on the sofa in the living room. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past two days, and now that he was relaxed, sleepiness washed over him like a tide.

But just then, the door to the reception room was pushed open forcefully.

"Wei, you're back just in time! Did you know? A new organization is about to move into Gotham, the Knights of St. Duma!" Oswald, clutching a document, limped over.

"These are clues I asked Tim to gather. After investigation, it turns out they've been wandering the European and American continents for centuries!"

Qin Wei squinted and naturally reached out his hand, but after waiting for a long time, the little penguin did not hand him any documents.

Impatient, he rubbed his eyes and stood up, only to find the other person frantically shaking the unconscious Bruce.

Just then, the owl, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, came to his senses.

The old man, who had spent twenty years in another universe, was clearly confused between reality and his memories. He couldn't understand why the penguin he had killed years ago had come back to life. He let out a strange cry and pounced on Oswald.

The commotion in the reception room attracted Dick again.

The boy was not familiar with Night Owl, and when he saw a nearly fifty-year-old man with a ferocious expression grabbing Os by the neck, he immediately drew his Eskrima short stick and joined the fight.

The saying "fight first, then ask why" perfectly encapsulates the strong sense of martial spirit among the people of Gotham.

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Qin Wei had no choice but to take action.

First, he caught Dick's stick with his bare hands, then used a combination of scissor kicks and alligator rolls to pin Night Owl down. But then Oswald suddenly had a brain fart and grabbed an ashtray from the side and hit him.

"Oss, you son of a bitch!!!"

It wasn't until it heard that familiar, rude cursing that the little penguin snapped out of its daze.

He glanced at Will, whose forehead was dripping with blood, then squinted at Bruce, who lay unconscious on the sofa: "Can anyone tell me what happened?!"

"That's roughly the gist of the matter, understand?"

"I don't understand."

"I don't understand and I'm too lazy to explain anymore. Anyway, it's all in the past!" Qin Wei rolled his eyes at Penguin, pointed at the documents on the coffee table, and said, "Now it's your turn to tell me what this Knights of St. Dumas is all about, and why that guy named Jean-Paul was looking for you."

"Jean-Paul only said he wanted to be mayor, but he didn't tell me why. As for the information I've gathered—"

The little penguin quickly flipped through a few pages and handed them to Qin Wei.

"According to historical records, the Knights of St. Dumas were stationed in three cities: Berlin during the Third German Reich, Paris before the French Revolution, and of course, the Kingdom of Jerusalem during the Crusades."

Qin Wei scratched his stubble and fell into deep thought.

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Although there were inevitable historical factors at play, he was also well aware of what happened to the cities where the Knights of St. Dumas had once been stationed.