Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 346 Navigation
After having his last twenty dollars stolen, Wayne fell into deep despair.

He sat on the roadside outside the blood bank, watching the passing vehicles, his mind blank.

He was old and frail, barely able to walk. He had no money, no food, and not even a glimmer of hope. How could he possibly get back to Wayne Manor?
Ultimately, he decided to risk hijacking a car.

This plan is dangerous. The danger lies in the fact that he must be able to defeat the people he is robbing in order to succeed.

In his youth, he learned many martial arts, and could take on ten men at once. With the Night Owl Armor, he could take on dozens.

But now, he is old. He no longer has a strong, youthful body, nor the Night Owl armor.

But he had no choice.

He rummaged through a trash can behind the blood bank and found an abandoned syringe. He then sharpened the protruding part of the needle bit by bit on the road, and stuffed it into his clothes to use as a weapon.

He's still the clever Wayne!

Even in dire straits, he can seize his only chance.

He spent the entire day carefully selecting his target in the parking lot, eventually settling on George.

George was young, didn't seem ruthless, and wasn't particularly strong; he shouldn't be too difficult to deal with. Wayne knew he only had one chance and had to strike decisively.

So, after George got into the car, he suddenly rushed over and lay down on the hood. After George got out of the car, he seized the opportunity to pounce on him and pressed a sharp syringe against the back of George's neck.

“If I use force, this thing will pierce your cervical spine, and you may be paralyzed for the rest of your life.” Wayne’s hoarse voice carried a cold threat.

“I…I’ll give you the money!” George was still young and didn’t want to be paralyzed like this.

His mind was a mess. He could feel Wayne's hand trembling, but the sharp syringe was firmly pressed against his neck.

"I don't want money! Drive! Take me to Wayne Manor!" Wayne commanded. "I'll give you the money when we get to Wayne Manor!"

“Okay…okay, I’ll drive, don’t be impulsive.” George’s voice trembled as he slowly walked to the driver’s seat. Every step he took was heavy, because he could feel the old man’s weight pressing down on him from behind.

He glanced up at the Dark Knight in the sky.

Damn it, these Dark Knights are quick when they're checking people for driving across the line, but they don't even get out of the car when they're being robbed!
George cursed inwardly.

George got into the driver's seat, his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel. Wayne sat behind him, still holding the syringe to his neck.

George took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. In the rearview mirror, he could see Wayne's aged and haggard face.

The face looked somewhat familiar, but the eyes revealed a hint of madness and determination, like a burning old skull.

The weak fear the strong, the strong fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the reckless. I'm so young; it's not worth trading my life for someone like that!

Thinking about all this, George started the car and suddenly said, "I...I don't know where Wayne Manor is."

Everyone in Gough City knows about Wayne Manor, but few people know exactly where it is located.

“In Arkham!” Wayne’s voice was hoarse and urgent. That dizzy feeling surged up again, forcing him to open his eyes wide and stay awake.

Eating only two bran sausages and drinking a bottle of beverage in a day would make even a normal, healthy person feel dizzy from hunger, let alone someone who had their blood drawn.

How could he not feel dizzy?
George added, "I've never been to Arkham, so I don't know where it is."

Gough City is vast; many people have never been to Arkham in their entire lives, let alone someone like George, an ordinary person whose daily commute is just between home and work. "..." Wayne fell silent. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where he was or how to get to Arkham.

His daily routine involved Astolfo navigating and preparing maps; he didn't need to memorize the roads in Gough City. He was overjoyed when the Dark Knight appeared.

The Dark Knights, using him as their Primarch, could easily identify him and bring him to Wayne Manor. But the Dark Knights seemed not to see him at all, walking right past him.

Wayne knew that all of this was the work of that mysterious person.

"Which way should I go?" George asked again, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

You kidnapped me, and I don't know the way, so don't blame me!

Wayne thought for a moment, and finally said, "You navigate!"

“My car… doesn’t have navigation.” George looked at the center console of his car, where there was only an old radio and a few air conditioning vents.

“…The phone! The phone!” Wayne roared, his voice tinged with impatience.

Upon hearing this, George hurriedly pulled out his phone, opened the navigation app, and entered "Wayne Manor." The navigation returned no results.

"Idiot! Navigate to Arkham!" Wayne cursed as his vision began to blur.

What a blockhead! How could something like Wayne Manor possibly be shown on a map?

George, exasperated, could only re-enter "Arkham District," randomly select a location, and the navigation system began planning a route for him. The route was quite long, taking about an hour.

Such a remote place—that's probably what would happen to him if he went there. George felt bitter, but he still started the car.

The streets were nearly deserted at night, and George drove cautiously at first. But sometimes he sneakily sped, and sometimes he even crossed solid lines.

He tried again and again to get the Dark Knight's attention, but among so many Dark Knights in the sky, not one noticed him.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly!

Left with no other choice, he could only continue driving. As he drove, he suddenly realized that the person behind him had stopped moving. He even looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the old man had closed his eyes and was breathing weakly.

George quickly pulled over and got out to check, only to find that the old man in the back had fainted.

He looked at the old man lying in the back seat and couldn't help but curse, "Fuck you! Don't die in my car!"

What is this all about!
Today's events have been a rollercoaster of emotions, from great joy to great sorrow, and then back to great joy again. George stood by the car, the night wind brushing against his cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness. He looked around; the streets were deserted, with only the distant streetlights casting a faint glow in the darkness.

What should he do?
Why don't we just leave this old man here?
This was George's instinctive decision. But George remembered what Jack had said yesterday: even the dead have value in this city.

Just make a certain phone number, and someone will come to collect the body.

After thinking for a moment, Jack took out the rope from the trunk, the kind used to tie up goods at the supermarket. He secured the old man tightly and then placed him on the back seat.

After that, he drove home.

He knew there was someone who would teach him how to solve problems.

(End of this chapter)