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This forced Depp to abandon his car and run away, knocking out countless security guards along the way before finally finding the place.

Fortunately, he made it in time.

Depp had his right palm facing Joseph, his left hand on top of his right, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his eyes were blank, and his face was covered with beads of sweat.

Clearly, maintaining this level of wind force would be extremely taxing on Depp at his current level, and he wouldn't be able to sustain it for long.

He shouted anxiously, "Bruce! Pull him up quickly!"

Bruce, who had just taken down a Red Hood, looked at Depp with a mixture of shock and anger upon hearing this. He then immediately took out his grappling hook and fired it, wrapping it around Joseph's waist.

Although he wanted to punish these criminals, he did not want to kill them.

Bruce secured the grappling hook to the scaffolding, then turned and punched the guy who tried to ambush him.

"I'm saved." Joseph finally breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the rope wrapped around his waist.

After all, something as intangible as the wind is not as reassuring as a rope.

Depp had reached his limit; blood slowly trickled from the corners of his eyes and nose, and he collapsed to the ground.

Joseph looked at Depp with concern and said, "Mr. Depp, what's wrong...?"

He was interrupted by two gunshots halfway through his sentence.

It wasn't just Joseph's words that were interrupted, but also the ropes binding him; the part tied to the scaffolding was severed by Red Hood, who had been aiming at Bruce.

"That damned sniper!"

Joseph, feeling gravity again, simply shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes resignedly. As an engineer at the chemical plant, he knew that the liquid below was deadly.

"I'm sorry, Jenny... I might not be able to stay with you..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Depp... I'm afraid I won't be able to return that fifty thousand to you..."

poof,

Joseph eventually fell into the pool of chemical reagents.

As he fell in, the chemical reagents in the chemical pool began to churn wildly.

Joseph felt his skin melting and his eyeballs dissolving into a thick, black mass of blood.

Even the metal reagent tube in his pocket was corroded and developed a gap, allowing gas to escape from the tube and quickly merge with Joseph's body.

Depp was still unconscious, and Bruce was still fighting the Red Hoods on the scaffolding.

No one noticed that Joseph, whose skin had been completely corroded, had crawled out of that abyss-like chemical pool.

Joseph's skin was completely corroded away, and the bright red flesh and yellow-green chemical reagents were intertwined and indistinguishable.

He walked past Depp, intending to help him up.

But thinking of the liquid on his body, he shook his head and walked straight past Depp toward the outside of the chemical plant.

Joseph's mind raced, and just like when he arrived, he avoided all the guards who hadn't been knocked down by Depp.

The torrential rain gradually washed away the rotten flesh and corrosive agents from Joseph's body.

At this moment, he looked like a demon or zombie from hell, but miraculously, his skin and flesh were regenerating at an astonishing rate.

He walked step by step, the excruciating pain in his body unable to stop him from going home.

When he stood at his doorstep, his skin had fully recovered, though it was still a pale white.

His hair recovered by less than half and turned green.

His green hair, soaked by the rain, lay limp and stuck to his head, making him look like a clown or a beggar.

He opened the door and found two burly men sitting in his living room.

Upon seeing Joseph enter looking like a beggar, the men in police uniforms immediately rushed forward to shoo him away.

A flash of cold light,

Joseph didn't even glance at the guy. He simply slashed the man's neck with a long, thin shard of glass he'd picked up on the road. Blood gushed out, staining the ceiling crimson.

Detective Hami clutched his neck in disbelief, kneeling on the ground with despair in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, another burly man wearing a red hood pulled out a pistol and fired repeatedly at Joseph.

Joseph emerged from the gushing blood mist, holding his arm across his face as a shield against enemy bullets.

As if he felt no pain, he walked step by step to the other person and plunged the shard of glass into the other person's neck.

"Jenny, I'm home."

Joseph walked into the bedroom, speaking softly, completely unaware of his wife's terrified expression and her retreating steps.

"Jenny, we're moving tomorrow, getting away from this awful place..."

"Don't come any closer to me, you monster!"

Jenny huddled against the window, holding a fruit knife in both hands, the tip pointing at Joseph who was slowly approaching. Behind her, an old electric kettle hissed and steamed.

At this moment, Joseph's skin was deathly pale, his hair was not only sparse but also dyed green, his whole body was soaked in blood, and even his voice was different from before due to the corrosion of the chemical reagents.

Therefore, Jenny did not recognize that the person in front of her was actually her husband.

"A monster?" Joseph asked, puzzled.

He turned to look at the mirror beside him and froze.

"This is...me?" Joseph grabbed his face and hair in disbelief.

Jenny saw the "monster" in front of her was stunned, so she immediately threw the fruit knife in her hand aside, turned around and climbed onto the balcony, trying to escape through the window.

But she slipped and tripped over the electric kettle's cord.

Pulled by the power cord, the electric kettle full of hot water fell towards Jenny, drenching her in boiling water.

But before she could cry out in pain, she saw a burst of blinding sparks flash from the old electric kettle base.

The next moment, before she could even scream, she collapsed, her body billowing black smoke.

Upon seeing this, Joseph immediately rushed over and unplugged the electric kettle.

But it was too late. Jenny, her body charred black, emitted a burnt smell. She clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Even as she was dying, Jenny was desperately trying to protect her and Joseph's child.

"No! No! No! Don't leave me, Jenny! We have money now, we can leave this awful place tomorrow... Why... why..."

Joseph embraced Jenny's body, buried his head in her chest, and wailed in anguish.

His eyes were brimming with tears, but a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Chapter 25 Letter

"Depp, wake up!"

Depp opened his eyes and found himself lying in Bruce's arms, who was trying to wake him with concern.

"How long have I been unconscious, Batman?" Depp shook his head and swayed as he got up.

Bruce replied, "About half an hour. By the way, that's not what you were calling me just now!"

"Don't worry about the details, where did he go?"

Depp looked around, convinced that Joseph could not have died in the chemical pool, but he couldn't find him until he saw footprints mixed with blood and chemical reagents beside him.

"Don't worry about the details?" Bruce said, somewhat annoyed, pointing to the Red Hooded figures tied together nearby. "Now they all know who I am!"

Depp picked up a dagger from the ground and said, "It's simple, just kill them."

Depp doesn't care about the lives of these bastards anyway.

Bruce stopped Depp and said, "Are you kidding me? Do you think I'd let you kill someone in front of me?"

"So what do you want? You're just too naive to think you can fool everyone with this outfit." Depp threw away the dagger and walked out of the warehouse. "Besides, why does Bruce have to be Batman? You could change into a green suit tomorrow and call yourself 'Leek Man,' wouldn't that make a difference?"

Bruce hesitated to speak, but Depp always managed to leave him speechless.

“My car is still outside. I remember you have my phone number,” Depp said as he was leaving. “Have Alfred look up the addresses of the employees at this chemical plant, Joseph Cole, and send them to my phone. It’s important.”

Bruce was clearly speechless.

I'm Batman! Why am I being bossed around by an antique shop owner and having to obey his orders?

"Alfred, find out Joseph Cole's information for the ACE chemical plant employee and send it to the communicator in a bit," Bruce instructed Alfred. "And while you're at it, design me a green suit, something cool. I might have to change my name to Onion Man tomorrow!"

Upon receiving the message, Afu automatically ignored the second instruction and replied a minute later: "Joseph Cole, 29 years old, engineer at ACE Chemical Plant, residing at 736 Warren Street, Nash Island; wife is Jane Cole, unemployed, confirmed pregnant five months ago..."

Bruce forwarded the message to Depp and glanced at the Red Hoods standing nearby.

He ultimately kept his vow and didn't kill them; he simply dumped them at the entrance of the Gotham Police Department.

"I hope you're not so weak that you'll die from being caught in the rain all night." Bruce said this, then disappeared around the corner with a flick of his cloak.

Meanwhile, upon receiving the news, Depp immediately drove to Joseph's house.

Unfortunately, he missed his target this time.

The door wasn't closed, so the two guys Joseph had killed were still lying quietly on the floor, blood still gushing out.

Depp frowned as he left the room, his eyes turning slightly white, before a gentle breeze dispersed the footprints on the ground.

He felt he couldn't find Joseph, so he decided to drive home.

Back at his family's antique shop, Depp noticed that things were different from when he left.

There are some more things on the front desk...

Fifty thousand dollars, a metal tube, a blue pill, and a letter.

Depp picked up the letter; the handwriting was neat, and it was left by Joseph.

The first half of the letter described his recent experiences, while the second half read:

“Dear Mr. Depp, Jenny and the children have left me. I know it’s my fault. I should have taken them away from this city sooner.”

"Furthermore, I feel like something has changed about me; I always find myself wanting to laugh involuntarily."

From this moment on, the handwriting on the letter became increasingly illegible, as if the writer was gradually going mad as the letter was written.

“Mr. Depp, I’ve left the $50,000 and the pawn agreement on the table. I’ll take the ring and put it in Jenny’s grave.”