boyutpedia Chapter 22 A pleasant sound is a good start
Chapter 22 A pleasant sound is a good start
Thinking about the reactions of passersby when he followed the car down the street, Jung Eun looked thoughtfully at Marshall. Even though he had been knocked unconscious, there was still a look of terror on his face.
Zheng En was thinking that, given the nature of Gotham people, no matter what kind of monsters or demons came, they would have to endure two big beatings before they could leave.
He was prepared to be riddled with bullets, but he was wrong; the outfit had a much better effect than he had expected.
The weapons they found on the spot were of considerable quality. Zheng En weighed the baseball bat in his hand, no wonder that Russia, with its abundant martial spirit, could sell 500,000 baseball bats and a baseball in a year.
The one in his hand is a special Russian-imported lead-filled version, with a great striking feel, perfect for doing something shady under the cover of darkness.
As for why there's no Gotham-themed baseball bat... just kidding, we're in Gotham, there are plenty of better tools for taking action.
This weapon is really only used for playing baseball in Gotham, at least most of the time.
After knocking Marshall down with one blow, Zheng En refreshed the system panel. The mission "Perhaps a Tiny Light" was still incomplete.
He realized he hadn't fought well enough, so he earnestly sought advice from Batman.
How can I beat him half to death but not kill him?
Batman: "...I don't think mission completion has anything to do with hitting people."
Zheng En didn't care, "It's okay, trying won't hurt me."
He knew Batman was a top-notch interrogator, an expert in every part of the human body, and had achieved remarkable results with the help of the Arkham sparring team. When he said he would beat someone half to death, he meant it; he wouldn't let the other person live even a fraction longer.
Batman disapproves of this behavior, but Zheng En thinks to himself that he himself has done his fair share of favoritism and corruption, and they're practically family.
"You should at least have some sense of proportion. If I do it myself, you won't be happy if someone is actually killed."
Batman remained silent.
A moment later, from Zheng En's perspective, circles of various sizes appeared on Marshall's body.
He tried to poke it, and a power bar immediately popped up next to it. It was the most common trapezoid shape in games, with the power increasing and the color becoming redder as you went further. The one Zheng En had just poked was only the lightest green.
Zheng Enle laughed: "That's great, old bat. Next time you have something this good, bring it out earlier instead of hiding it away."
Batman sighed, seemingly somewhat helpless. "From what I can tell, the system is a collection of massive energy entities. The permissions it granted me only give me the right to use a portion of that energy; I'm still figuring out how to operate it properly."
"What you see here is a few attempts I made after gaining system privileges, but it's not ready for official use yet."
Jung Eun: "I won't listen to this bastard's rambling."
He didn't care about any of that; once he got what he wanted, he immediately beat the man half to death.
I refreshed the system panel again, and just as Batman predicted, it still wasn't finished.
Zheng En was speechless and tried to bargain with Batman, "I think he wasn't beaten hard enough. How about beating him to death?"
Batman chuckled. "You think this is a steak dinner?"
Jung Eun: "It's not impossible."
Batman: "Of course not."
"Tch." Seeing that he had crossed Batman's line, Jung Eun reluctantly gave up and put the baseball bat back into his personal storage space.
Following Jason's example that day, he thoroughly searched Marshall, seizing a pile of miscellaneous loot: wallet, cash, cell phone, sidearm...
After searching the person, he searched the car and found a document inside. Upon opening it, he discovered it concerned the escape of patients from Arkham Insanity.
Zheng En knew immediately that he was being watched, and quickly came up with a plan.
Before leaving, he used a rope from Marshall's car to hang the other man from a tree, then put on a hood and flew away.
Considering that flying too high would make him lose his way and would easily expose the trousers under his black robe, which would damage his image as a ghost, Jung Eun decided to return via the original route.
...and then he was shot by passersby.
So those people were just seeing it for the first time and didn't react in time to draw their guns?
As Zheng En listened to the curly-haired man who fired the shot arguing and shouting with his companions, he realized that he had relaxed too early. The big showdown in Gotham was late, but it was coming.
"I told you to be prepared. This will come in handy if that evil spirit comes back!"
The curly-haired man looked like a burly man with a big head and a thick neck. Several teenagers gathered around him laughed and flattered him. They were all like hooligans.
"You're right, Simpson, you're smart!"
"If you ask me, those two shots would have killed the devil!"
The small group was clearly led by Curly Hair. Surrounded by people, he looked quite smug. "Of course, I learned all of this from my dad."
"You've heard of the Romans, right? My dad and his friends worked for the Romans. In Gotham, no matter who comes, the gangsters are the masters of this city!"
He spoke loudly, and seeing the wide-eyed stares of those around him, he assumed they were admiring and envying him, becoming increasingly immersed in his own world.
"I'm going to follow in my dad's footsteps and become a gangster. What are today's evil spirits compared to this? Even if I run into a police officer or a mayor who gets in my way, they'll all end up getting shot!"
What a grand and ambitious piece of writing! After Curly finished speaking, he didn't hear any reply.
He frowned, but saw that the people around him were getting further and further away from him. Some of them retreated so quickly that they fell to the ground, bracing themselves with their hands and shuffling backward.
"Yes, yes..." The fallen teenager stammered, staring intently in the direction of the curly hair. He scrambled to his feet and ran backward, shouting, "There's a ghost—"
Seeing that everyone was terrified, even the slow-witted Curly Hair realized something was wrong.
It felt like someone was watching me from behind, sending chills down my spine.
He dared not turn around, and was about to fire the gun haphazardly behind him.
"boom--"
The baseball bat struck the back of his head with a sharp sound.
Curly hair was hit so hard that it fell forward and landed directly on the ground.
"Does it sound good? If it sounds good, then it's a good start."
Zheng En also admired them. He didn't know if it was Gotham's feng shui that nurtured them, or if these teenagers were just universally disliked. They were quick to fire their guns. If they were gangsters, he could understand why they were so vigilant.
But they're just... pure jerks, pure troublemakers, pure suicidal tendencies.
There were still some ropes left from the one used to hang Marshall, so Zheng En took them out and used them on this curly-haired guy. This time, instead of hanging him on a tree, he hung him on a street lamp.
Under the dazzling light of capitalism, everyone passing by could clearly see his ugly state as he was hanging from the streetlight.
Zheng En knew that at this age when face was more important than anything else, with Juanmao suffering this misfortune, he was practically half dead from now on.
Serves you right, hehe.