Chapter 91: The Birth of the Dawn Lantern (Ch 833584337)

Lucien felt himself quickly leaving the container.
…
In the sticky humidity, a round bulge above the container had been squatting there quietly for some time, revealing a flesh-colored shadow of a naked body.
Like a wild monkey.
“Batman, you’re late. I’ve already ‘liberated’ another person. Do you want to be next?” he said calmly, his black eyes like some kind of whirlpool.
Victor Zass.
An exhibitionist, sadist, murderer, and masochist.
A complete villain.
Batman didn’t speak. Except when they were alone, he was usually silent.
“Tick-tock——”
It sounded like raindrops falling from the sky, but the sound was heavier and thicker. It was the knife wound on Zhas’s chest, the flesh turned inside out, blood seeping out and dripping onto the iron sheet.
This is his killing habit. After killing a person, he will cut a scar on his body to record it… masochism.
“Why kill Reuben?” Batman said.
“Relief. This poor man is obsessed with guilt. I am giving him relief,” Zas replied.
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Guilt, it seems Bruce’s inference is correct, Lucien thought.
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They started fighting.
The time was short, but during that ride surrounded by dripping stone beasts and Gothic buildings, Bruce basically became familiar with this body with abnormal fat percentage.
It’s strange, whether from a scientific point of view or just from the appearance point of view, Lucien should be considered a seriously ill patient with difficulty getting up… But he is always in high spirits, and the abnormality of his body is completely different from what he shows, and his strength is even far beyond that of ordinary people.
…This is also what Bruce doesn’t understand the most.
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From a distance, it looked like a fair 1v1 battle between a stick insect that had inserted dragonfly wings onto its body to pretend to be a bat and a monkey that had become a kangaroo’s apprentice.
But putting himself in their shoes, Lucien found that there was a bit of a headwind.
The character of Victor Zsasz was originally created to give Batman an opponent with strong fighting power.
His fight with Batman was aesthetically violent and very entertaining.
…but a head-on fight with Batman might mean that a weakened Batman can’t defeat him.
“You’re not Batman… who are you?” Zsasz asked while engaging in close combat with Lucian.
“I’m a little flying mouse in Gotham at night, a sugar glider who’s about to get pregnant and carry a baby, and a bombardier who carries a quiet night needle in an attempt to make all female creatures pregnant… Yes, you guessed it right, I’m indeed not Batman.” Lucien saw that he had hit him in the face with an old punch.
But Zas’s leg also kicked Lucian in the chest.
…
Honestly, it kind of hurts.
…
In the stacked containers, the two sides distanced themselves and began to confront each other.
“Maybe you really are not Batman…but it doesn’t matter, I can make you into a bat specimen and give it to him.” said Zsasz.
Lucian bit the tip of his tongue to sober himself up, and then he felt his tongue moving: “Actually… I am Batman.” Lucian took control of the body – this was a planned thing, to make him Batman, instead of letting Batman hide in his body and become Didi Kuai Da.
He put the Green Lantern Ring on his hand.
…
Now it really has become a contract ring.
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This man who is proficient in fighting, mingled with the dark side, and believes that fists are everything was shocked to see a green object like an inflated balloon appear in front of him.
It’s a hammer with a logo that says “1000kg”.
Zsasz:?
Obviously, there is something terrifyingly pure about the people of Gotham who have not been polluted by super-powered people.
“I remember a theory… the so-called theory of criminals and heroes.” The hammer fell with a bang: “You didn’t say that. I’m afraid your philosophical thinking has not reached this level.” – It was said by the Joker.
“Detectives don’t kill people because they see themselves as non-law enforcement officers… They are below the law.”
The hammer fell, and Zas quickly ducked and escaped. Another chain was thrown at him, but he dodged it again.
Lucien whistled, “Look here.”
Zas started to run away and saw a green Gatling gun out of the corner of his eye.
“Of course, I remember your theory too… killing people is a way to get rid of the suffering, right? Then, poor exhibitionist donor, the Bodhisattva is determined to give you a chance to go to heaven here.”
“Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six roots of pure depleted uranium bombs, one breath 3,600 rotations, great compassion to save the world!”
Green bullets came out of the machine gun. Zas might dodge them, but Lucian would not miss.
The short criminal weaved through obstacles and he did escape for some distance, but not long after, the first bullet exploded in his body, splashing blood.
“Buddhism is boundless, merits are immeasurable, and it can save all living beings!”
More bullets hit him.
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Victor Zsasz is set to be just an ordinary person with excellent physical skills. Lucian cannot beat him in terms of physical skills, but he also cannot rely on his strong muscles to block bullets.
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He fell in the middle of the leap and landed on the debris with a loud thud.
…It’s thunder.
Lucien looked up and saw water dripping from the air, just like when he killed the clown.
…It’s raining.
He walked closer and heard Bruce’s voice – the same voice he had heard when he was Batman:
——“He is dead.”
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At the Cape, where the containers are piled up and where good and bad people gather, under the rain, the green light power covers the whole body, emitting a bright light.
“Dawn Lights”
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Lucian stood in front of Zas’s tomb and placed a stack of documents containing evidence of his crimes next to the steamy flowers.
“Falcone was nice to you… at least there’s a graveyard and flowers.”
After expressing his feelings, Lucien brought up the topic he had not yet finished: “The reason why detectives don’t kill people is because they consider themselves non-law enforcement officers… They are under the law.”
“Of course this is applicable in a peaceful society, but now, facing people like you, another sentence may be more appropriate – ‘Crime is a protest against the abnormality of social organization’. A murderer, a sadist… You protest against the world’s crime, and I protest against your crime.”
“…Perhaps you would say that since both are illegal killings, there is no such thing as being superior. People underground are no closer to the sun than people in a high tower.”
In the early morning, water vapor gathered on the photo and slowly slid down, like tear marks or cracks.
“So, I’m not saying this to find some lofty excuse for my actions of taking other people’s lives. Well, this is an excuse, but it’s just an excuse for people other than myself… I’m such a hypocrite. I want to be a criminal called the savior.”