Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

It was a clerk, holding a document: "The Congress passed - the army will be stationed in Gotham in one day."

One day was not enough to repair the damaged traffic arteries, so they used airplanes.

Chapter 207 Jack's Bone Soup

darkroom.

All the body parts were thrown into a bathtub filled with formalin. The pungent smell of formalin covered up most of the body's own stench, but the remaining lingering corpse odor still made people feel uneasy - it was an innate uneasiness that existed in human genes and was caused by seeing the corpse of a fellow human being or smelling its odor.

The meat floats on the surface and the bones sink to the bottom of the tank. The gases produced by amino, methane, carbon dioxide, and hydrogen sulfide cause fine and dense bubbles to appear in the gaps between the meat and bones, like transparent worms.

The only light source in the room was a dim yellow lamp. Lucian lowered his head and wrote something under the lamp, while his other hand was crumpling the cigarette butt... For the sake of laboratory safety regulations, he did not light it.

"The upper end of the spine supports the head, the chest and ribs form the thorax, the upper limbs are connected to the spine through the humerus, clavicle and sternum and muscles, and the lower limbs are connected to the spine through the pelvis."

The Dionysus factor is concentrated in the spine and will not show any obvious symptoms until there is a life-threatening situation. What Lucian has to do is remove the entire spine from his body and hand it over to Jack for use.

The problem was what to do with Lucien after the handover—he no longer had a spine, which wasn't an essential organ for life, and he was very likely to fall into a cycle of death and life—so he had to find a new one for himself.

……

In the medical field, there is a way to cure bone cancer: steaming, or more professionally known as high-temperature inactivation.

Heating the bone to a certain temperature (such as 60-80 degrees Celsius) for a period of time can kill cancer cells while preserving the integrity of the bone, and the bone can then be returned to the patient's body for continued use.

Of course, in theory, this method only applies to one's own bones. Other people's bones will cause a series of problems due to rejection, infection, and stability...so bone transplantation rarely occurs in the medical field now.

But Lucian could ignore these crises. He could easily find a suitable real human skeleton and install it in his spine after deactivating it... He wouldn't die anyway, right?

The maximum running-in time is 100 million points longer.

……

“Gulp gulp gulp gulp—”

Seeing Lucian making soup next to the corpse, Omosen didn't dare to say anything, nor did he dare to ask. Of course, he didn't dare not eat. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"...Do you need pepper?"

Lucien:?

He raised his eyes and eyebrows in surprise, and paused: "...Is this... pica?" He paused again: "I'm afraid not. I don't really want to press the bone you licked on myself."

Omosen:?

"This is my friend, you can't insult his body... If you really like, you can dig up someone else's grave next time you go out..."

The aroma of meat mixed with the stench of corpses and the pungent smell of formaldehyde made Omosen unable to hold it in and vomited violently into the plastic bag.

Lucien ignored him, absorbed in his art.

……

The story has long taught us that we cannot judge things by their appearance.

"Is this interesting?" Suddenly, the sound of a bat holding a lantern came, without any ups and downs.

"what you mean?"

"all of these."

"All of this," Lucien repeated, knowing he was referring to the deception of the Silent Bat and the deliberate misunderstanding just now.

Then he smiled and said, "Bat, I know what you're going to say - talk about why I did this in detail, then extend it to a series of psychological problems and propose comprehensive solutions - don't do that, I don't want to make you feel bad."

The dim yellow light cast a warm glow on his face, and even his eerie green eyes softened a little.

"It's shameful to run away," said the Bat Lantern.

Lucian added nonchalantly, "But it works."

……

He really didn't like the Bat Lantern... a creature that could see through his heart, but would remind him at all times what was good and what was bad.

When Lucian resisted, the reasons he gave were very tempting.

If Lucian is a stranded fish, then the clown is the one who sprinkles water on him from a high position, and the bat lantern is the one who puts the picture of the sea in front of him and makes him jump forward desperately.

…You know, the water would be sprinkled regardless of whether Lucian lay flat or struggled, and if he jumped forward, he would have to endure the pain of suffocation and use all his strength to ensure that he did not jump in the wrong direction…

From any perspective, playing badly is always easier than working hard, and M always has a freer mind than S.

The Bat Lantern was also aware of Lucian's thoughts and knew that too much is as bad as too little: "We will have time to talk."

Lucian couldn't help but think of Batman's classic line to the rebellious Batboy in the comics—"Let's talk," and he couldn't help but grind his teeth. "...Tracing back to your origin, you were born here... Although we can't be called father and son, it's still a lame relationship like Dionysus and Zeus."

Zeus sewed the premature Dionysus into his thigh and carried him until he was born full-term. He had difficulty walking during his pregnancy, and Dionysus means lame in Greek.

Bat Lantern remained silent, and Lucien didn't want to continue the topic. Honestly, discussing the relationship between pregnancy and childbirth was stupid in itself, so he looked up and said to Omosen, who was sitting on a chair with his hands on his knees, "Have you finished vomiting? I need your help."

……

Omosen had been in politics for twenty years and had witnessed all sorts of outrageous things. Compared to his colleagues, he was considered quite knowledgeable... But these days, when he was with Lucian, he felt more and more like a rookie...

No.

Who would let a hostage use a chainsaw to cut off his spine?

Omosen looked at Lucian lying calmly in front of him. It was really hard for him not to ask: "...Aren't you worried...that I'll kill you?"

"You can try." Lucian paused and added, "It's not a threat, it's an expectation."

The former mayor was even more confused and touched his remaining hair... He thought of Claw, the monster that could not die, pursed his lips, and finally obediently did what Lucian said.

Of course, he could have chosen another way, and could even have escaped after Lucian lost his ability to move, but Omoson also knew that he would never be able to escape - how could he escape from Claw Quinn's hands? Even if he could really do it, the idea was deeply rooted in his mind.

The Court of Owls is all-powerful.

If he dared to escape from here, he would be quickly caught, sunk into the sea, and his offspring would be trained into sharp claws...

Chapter 208 Silent Bat: I really don’t understand

For clouds, a black sky usually means rain, and rain means thunder and lightning. In this case, flying is not a wise choice.

But Gotham seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. It was just cloudy, not even that cloudy, and a hint of sunlight leaked through - and then in the gaps in the clouds, in the sunlight projected by the Tyndall effect, the people of Gotham saw the shadows of planes - the Air Force.

……

It's like a bug suddenly flying into a perfectly cyclical ecosystem.

Invasive species.

……

The crowd that was still looting and burning mansions noticed something unusual and raised their heads to look at the camouflage-colored helicopter with the American flag on it.

There was no need to think too much about it, a bad premonition immediately emerged in their hearts, and the answer came to their mind the next second - Gotham was garrisoned.

……

If you blockade Gotham, no one will react, but if you tell them that Gotham will be garrisoned...

...They had just tasted the sweetness of freedom, they had just tasted victory. After several years, under the high pressure of the Court of Owls, their first uprising was successful, and for the first time they trampled underfoot the capital that once stood arrogantly above their heads.

Now tell them that the army is coming, and they must restrain themselves and kneel before the army, just as they once knelt before capital.

Obey the arrangements, give up your own interests, return to ordinary life, and then be exploited, insulted, and criticized, just like before, your basic interests are not guaranteed, and you become the one abandoned by civilized society.

Who would allow themselves to become like this?

Now that you have gained freedom and rights, how can you be willing to put yourself back in a cage, and how can you be willing to kneel at the feet of others again?

……

"…What do we do now?" the first cowering man asked, his backpack bulging with wine and porcelain, unable to be fully zipped up. "They're definitely here to deal with us!"

Others said, "Otherwise... let's disperse. We can't defeat the army. If we disperse, they can't catch all of us. Besides... they can't blame everyone, right?" There was some tentativeness and hesitation in their tone, but the retreat was clearly visible.

More than one person thought so, or rather, most of the people who followed the trend to rob thought so.

They were wise, they had not been blinded by greed, nor were they fanatical enough to think that they could fight against these armies.

But there are always those who are unwilling to give up - those who have tasted the sweetness of plunder, those who are in leadership positions among these people, those who are not smart enough to curb their greed, and those who have pure hatred for capital and the military - these people.

they said:

"We are citizens, not rebels. The army has no right to arrest us. If we die, the resulting public outcry is something they cannot afford... Besides, we are only pursuing our legitimate rights and interests. It is they who are oppressing us and robbing us for many years!"

Say:

"They're all in cahoots... This must be a clandestine military operation. They don't have the approval of Congress or the President. They're just trying to intimidate us! They want us to work for them again!"

Say:

"Friends, we are just fighting for our legal rights! We are right! There are so many of us now, they can't kill us all! We can't give up. Think about it, before the Haymarket and the union strike, we had to work sixteen hours! And we didn't even have enough to eat!"

"As long as we can get through this, our wages will return to normal, our basic benefits will be guaranteed, and our insurance will compensate us for our injuries!!"

This is Gotham's most basic problem: wages are high, but prices are even higher; although basic benefits are available, they are always exploited; and although insurance is widespread, it is expensive and does not provide compensation.

Of course, drugs, public health, personal safety, protection fees... no one mentioned these, but the English sounds all exist and have never disappeared.

But the three points above are different - they have actually experienced welfare, the welfare of Roosevelt's New Deal - they have witnessed the days when the United States was truly a beacon of the world.

They have not seen this, as it is 30 years ago, but their parents know about it and often reminisce about it in their ears.

So it touched those who were hesitant and wanted to retreat.

……

So when the air force gathered on land and arrived in front of this group of people, they saw this:

Coldly and unflinchingly, like the cold light of iron, he looked at the crowd with expressionless faces, as if still carrying hatred.

...There was a brief commotion in the army.

In confrontation.

……

"Edward, this is a great idea." After welcoming the smiling general into the police station, the chief took the time to pat Eduardo on the shoulder and praised him.

Edward lowered his head humbly, his eyes, hidden by his drooping eyelids, showed no sign of hiding his crazy anticipation.