The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3218 The Shadow of Faraines (XV)

In the thick fog, a pale ambulance turned a corner and got rid of a large group of monsters, driving from the forest path to the highway.

The monsters still did not give up the pursuit, and the battle continued.

The pale knight sat back in the co-pilot of the ambulance and was counting his gains. He was not in a hurry to dismantle the larger equipment for the time being. He found a lot of medicines in the car, which were very useful first aid medicines, the kind that could save lives at a critical moment.

"How is it?" Bruce asked while driving.

"The harvest is quite rich." The pale knight said: "But I still have to say that taking without permission is stealing."

"You can pay."

"Where do I get the money?"

Bruce did not speak, and the pale knight whispered: "If I have it, I will give it to you. I hope to make some money before leaving the copy and then pay it to the hospital."

"You sound like a country bumpkin on the way to a big city to work." Bruce shook his head and said: "If you are so poor, you don't have to pay for medical expenses."

Do you support this view? "

Why do you always care about opinions?" Bruce seemed helpless, looking into the distance without turning his head and said: "You have no money and can't pay the medical expenses, so don't worry about it, because it's not your fault."

"I'm not complaining about myself, I just think it's better to pay it back if I can." The Pale Knight looked down at the medicine in his hand and said: "I don't support pharmaceutical research and development companies charging high fees, calling it encouraging new drug research, but in fact they know that humans cannot do without medicines. Even if a bottle of medicine only makes one cent, there are still people who do it."

"What did you get?" Bruce turned his head and looked at his arms.

The Pale Knight seemed to have thought of something, and moved the medicine in his arms to the other side very vigilantly and said: "You'd better not think about these drugs, the lowest concentration part in them can kill you."

"Fentanyl?"

"Have you really taken it?!" The Pale Knight looked at him in shock.

"Accidental, accidental." Bruce grinned and said.

The Pale Knight was silent for a long time, and only said one sentence, "Taking drugs is not good, especially for Batman."

"I said I'm not Batman, and I was just teasing you. Why do you think I would take drugs that damage the brain like those poor guys?"

"You mean you have a better choice?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "People always say that the rampant use of drugs at the bottom of society is due to the poor's own lack of determination. Otherwise, why is the proportion of drug use among the upper class who can easily afford drugs not so high?"

"But in fact, as long as you have money, there are many ways to get dopamine, and this is even more true for Batman. I can invest hundreds of millions of dollars to develop a machine that provides pleasure similar to drugs but does not damage the body. This is even the most boring and low-level pleasure."

The Pale Knight was thoughtful, but he still asked, "It sounds like you have pursued something more advanced?"

"Of course, guess how much money I have in my account now?"

"Showing off your wealth is boring." The Pale Knight snorted coldly. He was actually a little jealous because he was short of money.

It's not that he is short of money, but that the city he governs is always short of money. Gotham is like a bottomless pit, and money is needed everywhere. But he is not Bruce Wayne. Most of his money is taken from one place to another, and he has never had a good time.

"There is only more than 60 dollars left in my personal account now."

"What?" The Pale Knight thought he had heard it wrong.

"To be precise, it is 61.5 dollars." Bruce smiled and said, "Not enough for me to order a dish in the restaurant on Green Street."

"Do you have other accounts?"

"No, just this one."

"Then where did you get the money? In the company's account?"

"There is even less left in the company's account." Bruce said leisurely, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be difficult to even buy a storefront now."

"Are you bankrupt?" The Pale Knight looked at him with a little sympathy.

"It can barely be maintained now, but if that damn red-haired guy continues to hit me hard, I don't know how long I can last." Bruce shrugged and said.

"But you don't look worried at all."

"Of course, because my property is not in the bank card." Bruce smiled and looked at the Pale Knight and said, "I transformed the entire Gotham."

"What?" The Pale Knight thought there was something wrong with his ears again.

"Maybe after the game is over, you can go and see it yourself." Bruce tilted his head towards him and said, "Then you will understand what I mean."

The Pale Knight stared at him for a while. He looked like he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but in the end he didn't say anything, pursed his lips and said nothing.

He is a proud man, and he has enough capital to make him proud, which can even make him feel justified in front of any Batman.

But Bruce is very special. He said he is not Batman, he doesn't even look like a superhero, and he is even more like a villain than he was before he was cured.

The Pale Knight should have regarded his words as crazy talk, but he could also hear some other meanings from this madness, just like when a leaf that was hard to catch in a gust of wind passed by his eyes, the amazing veins naturally formed on the leaf made people realize that he was talking about something, not just daydreaming.

The Pale Knight felt that he should think about it carefully.

The car kept driving and soon got rid of all the monsters.

Those monsters that can only rely on oxygen in their lungs for respiration cannot support running at high speed. When they are in the village, the road conditions are not good, and the car can only drive sixty or seventy miles. The turns are narrow and there are many forks. Gave them a chance to chase.

But after getting on the road, the speed of the car was close to 150 miles. In front of any carbon-based creature, this speed was like a gust of wind blowing past, and it was impossible to catch up.

This was because Bruce did not drive to the highest speed for safety reasons. At the same time, the type of car and the physical fitness of the Pale Knight limited his performance, otherwise it would not be a problem to hit 180.

The road was pitch black at night, with car lights illuminating the front. Even if it was not marked as the highest speed, the whistling wind outside the window still made the pale knight feel frightened. Even when facing those half-human, half-fish monsters, He didn't feel this way.

The world is so crazy that Batman kidnapped the Joker.

At this speed, Xigeltek, which was not particularly far away, gradually appeared in the field of vision.

It's not a very prosperous big city. It's far behind Gotham. It's about the same size as Blüdhaven. It can be considered a modern small city, and judging from the takeoff and landing of planes, it can barely be regarded as the traffic in this area. hub.

"You want to enter the city?" the pale knight asked.

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"What else?" Bruce slowly stopped the car. There was a bridge in front of them. After crossing the bridge, they entered the city, but he obviously did not intend to drive the ambulance over, because the serial number of this official vehicle was Too easy to detect.

"You wait in the car for a while, take what you need to bring, and I'll find another car."

The pale knight's lips moved, but he still didn't speak. He was not a very old-fashioned person. Stealing a car was a crime, but it was not considered a serious crime. Even in most states, as long as you Unless he used the stolen car to commit other crimes, or deliberately damaged the vehicle, there would be no sentence at all.

After a while, Bruce came back with an excited face. He said, "We are lucky. This is a villa area for rich people. I saw a Dodge Ram. Let's go there now."

The Pale Knight raised his eyebrows. He was indeed a little surprised. They were lucky. They were going to steal a car anyway, so it was better to steal a good one. Dodge's cars had good performance, especially the engine, which had great acceleration performance.

The Dodge Ram is a pickup truck, weighing almost 2.3 tons, with a large displacement and high torque. However, the one Bruce got is a modified version and looks more like a violent beast.

Bruce patted the car door with great satisfaction. The Pale Knight put the things removed from the ambulance into the back compartment, fixed them, and sat in the passenger seat.

The interior space is large and the seat cushions are comfortable. It is different from that terrible ambulance. The pale knight let out a sigh of satisfaction. He said: "I used to be a pickup truck lover. When I go back, I will also get one." ”

"If you like big guys, maybe you can also consider a truck." Bruce said while using a skillful way to short-circuit the car: "That thing is so powerful when you drive it, and no one dares to mess with you on the road."

"Have you ever driven a truck?"

"Of course, I drive very well." Bruce said very proudly: "I also held the record for Gotham's highest trucking overload volume for a period of time, but unfortunately it was surpassed within a week."

"...What record?"

"Uh, nothing, I mean legal shipments."

The car is extremely smooth after starting. For such a big car and such a powerful engine, you can't hear much sound when driving. It accelerates wildly, but you don't feel a strong pushing feeling. In short, it is very comfortable. .

"Where should we go now?" Pale Knight said: "I think maybe we can go and see the building of Siltec Medical Insurance Company first..."

"You are indeed a country bumpkin." Bruce said unceremoniously: "We have already entered the city. There is electricity and Internet here. What can't be found on the Internet?"

"Then let's go online first?"

“Where can I go online?”

"Well, there should be Internet cafes or something." The Pale Knight is actually not sure. Electronic products such as computers are not very expensive in the United States, home computers are more common, and there are not many Internet cafes. There may not be one in a city.

"Even if there is an Internet cafe, do you have money?"

This really confused the Pale Knight. Their initial props were various, but no one brought money. If Greedy was still alive, he should have been able to withdraw money from the bank, but he died too early.

"Then what are you going to do?" the Pale Knight asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the car had stopped, Bruce got out of the car, and the Pale Knight had no choice but to get out of the car.

The car was parked in a very secluded place, and the Pale Knight thought that Bruce might be afraid that the car would be recovered. After all, such good cars were rare, and it would be too difficult to find another one.

The two crossed the street, and Bruce quickly stopped. The Pale Knight looked up and saw Bruce standing in front of a bank.

The Pale Knight had a bad feeling.

"Don't be stunned." Bruce shook his head in the direction of the bank and said, "Go this way and enter through the side door."

"What do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

Bruce snatched the rifle from the Pale Knight, kicked open the side door of the bank, pointed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Good evening, Sigeltek! Everyone, put your hands on your head and squat where you are! Rob the bank!"

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