Chapter 26 something in the way

Mila was standing next to Ashe's cell phone, and the time for her return was getting closer, but there was no sign of her.

Police sirens and car horns blare across the street, which is full of chaos, and men with baseball bats banging on the protective covering outside the store.

She bit her fingernails nervously, looking at the phone for a while and looking outside the store for a while.

"Bump!"

The man with the baseball bat hit the protective layer outside the store with it, and Mira silently picked up the gun at hand.

However, there were other sounds from outside, as if the preacher was pulling the other party to talk about something, and some voices could be faintly heard.

'Our Savior...who will bring justice to the world...'

Mila strained her ears to discern what they were saying, but at a certain moment, the outside voices all disappeared, as if sucked away by a muffler.

what's the situation?she thought.

Mila didn't walk out of the store, and any Gotham person knows not to rush out to join in the fun when encountering anomalies.

She carefully leaned her ear against the door, and then heard the sound of crying, praying, and cursing coming towards her like a storm.

Mila grabbed Ashe's cell phone and ran to the room on the second floor.

She opened the curtains, and the dim light at dusk entered the whole room, dyeing the glass windows in an ambiguous color.

Mila pushed open the window, then poked her head out to look.

The streets are full of people, many people in uniform black uniforms are praying, and more people are staring blankly in the direction of the municipal building.

What's so great about the municipal building?Has the building been refurbished yet?

Mila's eyes follow the people's eyes to the building.

The surface of the beige building in between is covered with a snow-white cloth, and if the dead image of the scarecrow is not projected on it, it looks like a movie watched by the citizens.

"Scarecrow, formerly known as Jonathan Klein, a professional criminal, committed nearly a hundred murders, and thousands of people died because of him..."

A woman in a black uniform held a trumpet and stood under the white curtain loudly telling the scarecrow's crimes one by one.

As if she was tireless and didn't bother, she read the names of the victims one by one, instead of turning them into cold numbers.

"Avery Montsen, 12, dies in stampede amid fear gas chaos."

"Dor Lee, 57, dies after being shot by fellow fear gas."

"Lisa El, 31, died of suicide by fear gas."

 …

People's cries and discussions gradually sounded.

"That's my friend, she's only 18! She just got an offer and she could have a great future!"

"I don't know. He just went out to buy some vegetables, but why did it become a farewell? It's all my fault. The food at home is obviously enough to eat, so it's all my fault."

"Mommy mommy!!"

The woman in a black robe was still saying the names of the victims and the cause of death, and the cries of people gradually filled the entire street.

The names of those thousands of people are neither long nor short. They are also wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, daughters, and sons in each family, and they are also personal friends and colleagues.

The woman raised the trumpet in her hand, with tears in her eyes.

"The person who caused these misfortunes, he finally died today! He will not escape from prison again, and will not escape the death penalty again!"

"Praise my God for bringing justice to Gotham!!!"

Mila covered her mouth with her hands, and she watched people wave their arms as if they were brainwashed to follow the movement of the woman in black.

"Praise my God!!!"

Thousands of people raised their arms and shouted, and the sound waves almost overturned the entire sky.

Their dissatisfaction, their pain, and their sorrow all turned into frenzy and merged into the sound.

Those cases that seemed impossible to deal with, those nights of crying, those broken families!

Someone has avenged them.

Someone took revenge for them!

For such a person, what is wrong with calling Him God?

Unknowingly, Mila's eyes were also filled with tears. In the atmosphere of common grief, few people can break away from this collective emotion alone.

Is this what you thought of beforehand too?

Can you really control the emotions of these people?

Ashe, why have you endured until today when you have such a skill?Why didn't you stand up earlier?

If it was one day earlier, just one day earlier, wouldn't so many people die.

Mila slapped her cheeks hard with both hands.

No, she can't think like that, she can't morally kidnap her friends.

"boom!"

There was a knock on the back door, and Mila ran down quickly.

"Ashe!"

She opened the door forcefully, wanting to express her apology and congratulations on her success.

Unexpectedly, Ashe, covered in blood, fell into her arms like that.

The red wig was messed up, even with ash and weeds stuck to it, and the originally clean face was also covered with black soot.

Mila's hands were shaking, if the person in her arms was not still moving, she would have thought she was dead.

"Ai, Ashe, I'll take you to the hospital, no, you can't go to the hospital... What, what to do, don't die, don't die..."

She was so flustered that she almost threw Ashe to the ground.

Ashe doesn't have a strong body like Batman, nor does she have a powerful assistant like Robin, and not long ago, even a shot would shatter her hand bones.

She fought alone, relying only on her own wits.

Mila didn't understand what was supporting her to build a situation that stirred up the entire Gotham, and what was worth her life to risk her life.

She is only 20 years old, if there is no accident, she is still at the age of college!

Ashe raised her hand to grab Mila's arm, and she tried to keep her words as short as possible, after all, she endured the pain of visceral displacement every time she uttered a word.

"Take me to Hannibal."

The author has something to say:

What is it worth Ashe doing?what is it, what is it

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