In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group - Chapter 474: When Schiller Finds a New Street Lamp (1)

The location of Arkham Asylum is quite remote. When Arkham chose this location for the hospital, the main consideration was that the level of security technology was not sufficient, and some dangerous patients were prone to escape. By selecting a remote location for the hospital, the difficulty of escape could be increased.

However, after Schiller became the chief doctor here, he understood a reason: if you want to become rich, you must first build roads.

Therefore, with the approval of the mayor, a main road leading to Arkham Asylum began construction and was opened to traffic at the end of last year.

The funds for building this road mainly came from voluntary donations from the patients here. After all, the winding dirt roads couldn’t accommodate their elongated luxury cars and modified sports cars. Since the main road was opened, they could even come to the hospital for treatment every weekend.

At this moment, the uniquely shaped Batmobile was speeding along the main road, and the roar of the engine echoed far into the forest on both sides of the road. In the quiet night, it sounded like the mournful howl of a dormant beast.

Just as Batman was rushing to Arkham Asylum with the Joker, whom he had knocked unconscious, a faint light flashed in the dimly lit corridor of the hospital. The clean marble floor reflected an eerie green color.

With a “click,” the window suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in, making a ghostly wail as it passed through the dark corridor.

But at this moment, with a “bang,” a door in the corridor opened, and a bearded man walked out. He shouted, “What the hell are you all screaming about? If you want drugs, go to the second floor. Stop making a fuss here!”

After shouting these words, he realized that there was actually no one in the corridor. He held onto the doorknob, looked around, and noticed that the window at the end of the corridor was open. He spat and cursed as he walked to the window and closed it.

Just then, a skinny man also walked out of the door and asked, “What’s going on? They started another game and are waiting for you. Hurry up and come in.”

“Forget it. Those crazy nurses didn’t bother to check before leaving. The window wasn’t closed properly, and I thought some ghost was sitting in the corridor screaming,” the bearded man replied.

The bearded man clapped his hands and walked into the room, slamming the door shut with a “bang,” leaving only a faint light leaking through the crack at the bottom of the door.

Inside the room, several people were playing cards. Normally, during non-activity hours, all the patients should stay in their own hospital rooms. But these few had a good relationship with the nurses, so they managed to fool them during the night rounds. They were engrossed in their game at the moment.

However, at this moment, the sound of the wind’s wailing came from the corridor again. The bearded man, impatient, threw down the cards in his hand, stood up, and said, “I’ll find a hammer sooner or later to nail that window shut…”

He walked quickly to the door, forcefully opening it with a “bang.” But in that moment of opening the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange light flashing from the corner of the corridor.

The bearded man glanced down the dark corridor, hesitated for a moment, but still walked back and said to his companions, “Give me a flashlight, and bring me the shotgun we brought in earlier.”

“What the hell are you doing? You’re going out to close a window and bringing a gun?” the people mocked the bearded man.

The bearded man snorted, then walked out of the room with the gun in his arms.

He cautiously walked towards the corner of the corridor with the shotgun. Just as he reached the staircase, he saw a ghost emitting a green light floating on the staircase.

The ghost looked like an old man, with a gloomy complexion and a grimace on his face. He exuded a strange green light. When the bearded man, holding the gun, saw him, the ghost screamed and pounced towards him.

The bearded man was momentarily stunned, then raised the shotgun and fired a shot. The bullet passed through the ghost’s body without causing any harm. The bearded man fired another shot, but still couldn’t harm the ghost.

The ghost sneered and approached the bearded man. Just then, a series of “bang bang bang” sounds came from the corridor as all the doors were kicked open. Dozens of burly men with guns rushed out.

The leader had a crew cut, wore a sleeveless shirt, and was covered in tattoos. He shouted in a Texan accent, “What’s going on? Who the hell dares to shoot here? Don’t you want to live?!”

The bearded man took two steps back, tapped the barrel of his gun, spat, and said, “Come help me! There’s a ghost here!”

“A ghost? You must be out of your mind, Fisherman! Have you taken too many drugs? How is it possible here… Oh, fuck! There really is a ghost! Quick, come out! Come out! There’s a ghost!!!”

“Shoot! Bang! Bang! Bang! No… don’t use buckshot, it’s useless!”

“Automatic weapons! Who has automatic weapons?… Don’t sleep! Go upstairs quickly, wake up the bosses, the hospital is haunted!”

Suddenly, gunfire erupted, and the gang members on the corridor quickly moved, forming a crossfire net. Shotguns, single-shot rifles, submachine guns, and even rocket launchers were brought out.

Those without guns quickly brought out cabinets, tables, and chairs from the rooms, setting up layers of defensive cover within a few seconds. The gunmen took cover behind the barricades, their gun muzzles continuously flashing like blooming flowers.

In the storage room at the end of the corridor, cleaning supplies were piled up in one corner, and there were four or five small beds in the room. One of the boys with freckles on his face suddenly jumped off the bed and said, “Listen, can you hear gunshots?”

“Oh my God, who dares to shoot here? Are they asking for death?”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?”

“Go and take a look!”

The other children who were awakened sat up, then opened the door slightly and peeked outside.

Just then, the bearded man, who had already retreated to the rear, waved his hand and said to the others, “Go upstairs quickly! Inform the bosses that there’s a ghost on the third floor. We need firepower support!”

“A ghost?”

The little boy was initially startled, but quickly, with agile movements, he darted out of the crack in the door and ran up the staircase. In no time, he reached the fifth floor.At this moment, the sound of gunshots from the third floor had already reached them. The gang leaders, wearing expensive silk pajamas, groggily opened their doors on the corridor. They looked at each other, unsure of what was happening downstairs.

When the little boy rushed up the staircase, he collided with a gang leader who was about to go downstairs to investigate. He almost fell down, but upon recognizing who it was, he quickly apologized, “Ah! Sorry, sir. I was coming up to deliver a message. I didn’t bump into you, did I?”

“It’s alright. What’s happening downstairs? Why does it sound like a fight?”

“Well, Fisherman from the South District of Living Hell asked me to come up and deliver a message. He said there’s a ghost on the third floor, and, um… he needs firepower support.”

“A ghost?” The gang leader squinted his eyes, seeming a bit puzzled.

However, he soon heard the gunshots downstairs becoming more intense, and he knew this wasn’t a prank. He walked to the center of the corridor and waved at the others, gathering them together.

As the little boy ran back and forth between several floors, the windows of the Arkham Asylum building lit up one by one. Before long, the windows on the third, fourth, and fifth floors were almost all illuminated.

Batman, who had just driven onto the ramp, slowed down his car. He opened the car door and looked towards the suddenly brightly lit Arkham building, squinting his eyes.

While he was contemplating what might be happening inside Arkham Asylum, he didn’t notice that JokerJack, covered in blood and left on the back seat by him, slowly opened his eyes and revealed a cunning smile.

Following Batman’s gaze, they noticed that besides the already lit windows on the third, fourth, and fifth floors, only one room on the seventh floor was illuminated.

In that room, Jonathan, Hugo, and Constantine frowned as they watched the images playing on a magic screen.

Constantine sighed and said helplessly, “I told you before, this won’t work. My poor little pets are about to be killed by them.”

“Do ghosts get shot?” Hugo looked at Constantine with some disdain.

“Ghosts don’t get shot. Bullets have no effect on them. But they fear the flash and heat when a gun is fired. Light and heat are deadly to ghosts,” Constantine explained with a sigh.

The plan of these three was quite meticulous. They had originally planned to start from the higher floors of the high-rise building and open the doors of every hospital room, releasing all the patients.

Generally, the higher the floor, the more dangerous the patients held there. So, they wanted to release the dangerous patients first, letting them hunt down the patients on the lower floors, causing greater chaos and triggering their aggression.

The method was for Constantine to control the ghosts and obtain the keys, then open the doors.

The process of obtaining the keys went smoothly. Constantine’s skill in manipulating ghosts was indeed impressive. They didn’t alert anyone and successfully obtained the keys. They also managed to open the doors on the third, fourth, and fifth floors.

However, after opening the doors, they discovered a problem: no one paid any attention to them.

Because Constantine had created a magic screen that allowed them to follow the perspective of the ghosts, they could clearly see that when the ghosts opened the doors, they didn’t make any effort to conceal the sound. The sound of the locks being opened was very clear, but the patients seemed completely undisturbed.

Hugo thought that maybe the patients here had been heavily sedated, so they slept deeply at night.

So, as a psychologist, Hugo instructed Constantine to use the ghosts to break the glass, creating sharp noises. They also let the cold wind blow in from outside, causing a change in temperature, and made the ghosts flash continuously, creating intense light changes.

All of these were meant to stimulate the patients who were in their dreams. However, after all their efforts, no one came out.

Finally, Hugo came up with a plan: to intentionally expose Constantine’s ghostly presence and attract the people out.

But soon, they realized that Gotham truly lived up to its reputation as the most dangerous city in the world. Just as they had anticipated, these patients were extremely dangerous. At the first sight of the ghosts, their immediate reaction was not to scream and flee, but to try to physically overpower the ghosts.

The ghost that Constantine had sent to the third floor was already cornered, with continuous flashes, loud noises, explosions, and heat gradually diminishing its radiance.

“This won’t work. We need to lure them outside. Hurry! Make the ghost run outside!” Hugo shouted loudly.

Constantine raised his hands, which were glowing with light, but before he could take any action, the magic screen suddenly flashed pure white light, causing all three of them to cover their eyes.

“Flashbangs? Where did they get military-grade flashbangs?!” Hugo shouted, covering his eyes.

When the light subsided and they were about to open their eyes, another flashbang went off. Constantine’s eyes were watering from the intense light, and he waved his hand to turn off the screen.

“This is unbelievable! Where did these patients get such abundant firepower in Gotham?!” Hugo exclaimed, perplexed.

“Abundant? Why do you think this is abundant?!” Constantine, who had spent a few days on the streets of Gotham, shouted in response.

“If this isn’t abundant, then what is…?”

“Boom!!!!”

Just as Batman had driven his car to the entrance of Arkham Asylum, he watched as a corner of the hospital building collapsed in a violent explosion.

Batman had a bad feeling about this. He quickly turned the steering wheel, trying to drive the car in another direction. But at that moment, JokerJack, who was in the back seat, leaped up and grabbed Batman’s neck.

Batman struggled, his hands leaving the steering wheel, and the out-of-control car spun and flew, crashing into the steps in front of the hospital door.

At the same time, several rockets flew out of the window above, smashing into the back of the Batmobile with loud bangs. The entire Batmobile was lifted by the intense explosion and flew through the air, performing two and a half somersaults before landing with a loud thud on the door of Arkham Asylum.

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