Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 190 The fate of the hero

"Mommy mommy!"

In the darkness of the night, the boy's crying was particularly harsh and could be heard from far away.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and the boy who was hugging his mother stopped crying for a moment. He turned his head in fear and saw several people wearing green uniforms, holding guns in their hands and with blindfolds on their faces.

They all wore armbands with a big green question mark on them. The boy knew these people. A few days ago, this group of people had a gunfight with another group of people wearing black clothes. His father was hit by a stray bullet during the exchange of fire between the two sides and died.

Seeing the group of people searching in the direction of the ruins, the clever boy immediately realized how loud and dangerous his crying was. He desperately covered his mouth to stifle his crying and screams, while tears of fear flowed continuously, wetting his face.

But the dense footsteps were getting closer and closer, which made the boy more desperate. He suddenly remembered that there was someone behind him, so he turned around and desperately pushed his mother into the gap of the ruins.

"Boss, do we really need to care so much? That voice just sounds like a child anyway."

"'That's all'? I see you're drifting off. You don't remember what the Riddler's orders were?"

"Patrol, capture soldiers, take hostages."

"Children and women are important. If the husbands of women and the fathers of their children become our soldiers, then these children and women will be the best bargaining chips to ensure their loyalty."

"What if their father was beaten to death by us?"

"They can also be used as hostages. Stop talking nonsense and search carefully. If we don't catch enough people, our reward will be gone."

In the war zone, the Joker's style of action inherited his lack of bottom line, while the Riddler's style was to capture women and children but not kill them because they are still useful. But don't get me wrong, the Riddler's soldiers will still decisively shoot at the rebels.

As the saying goes, your wife is not a child, and your son is not a woman.

Ultimately, there is no difference between the Joker and the Riddler.

The sound of conversation approached the ruins, but the boy only moved his mother's body a little bit because his strength was too little.

Finally, the group's voices reached the ruins.

The boy was trembling all over, and he was still pushing the woman's body hard with his hands, but it was obvious that it was too late.

"Speaking of which, why did the crying stop?"

"I don't know. Maybe he fainted from crying? Whatever. I feel like that sound is from near these ruins."

Soldiers with guns finally stepped into the ruins.

The boy closed his eyes in fear.

Greg walked into the ruins with his gun raised.

He looked around and saw collapsed walls, roofs, and other building materials and debris everywhere, stacked up layer upon layer. There were only a few corpses and smashed furniture on the ground.

It doesn't seem to be anything special.

At this time, another soldier also came over.

"Glake, have you found anyone here?"

"There's no one here." Greg shook his head. "Just a few bodies."

"Then just fire a few more shots and let's go to the other side and take a look."

"Row."

Bang! Bang! On the ground, a woman's body struggled for a moment after being shot, but only for that one moment, and then there was no sound.

"There are actually some people who are still alive. What a pity. If I had known earlier, I would have hit their bodies. That way, I could have captured them."

Dark red blood flowed out of the woman's body, slowly spreading and flowing from the ground into the ruins of the collapsed building.

"Stop talking nonsense and go see where that kid has gone."

The two pairs of shoes disappeared from his sight. In the cracks of the ruins on the ground, half of the boy's face was stained red with blood. If his mouth had not been covered by a pair of big hands, he would have screamed when the gunshot sounded.

A moment later, Chuck emerged from the rubble, dragging out an unconscious woman and a tearful boy. He touched his kite backpack, luckily it wasn't big, and he and he could barely squeeze into the gap, otherwise it would be difficult to handle.

He secretly made a hushing gesture to the boy, signaling him not to make any noise, and then tiptoed to look outside.

It seemed like there was no one around, Chuck thought. Fortunately, he landed quickly and was on the other side of the ruins, otherwise he would have no chance to squeeze the boy's mother into the gap and then hide with the boy.

"I'll take you two away from here." Chuck whispered to the boy, "But you have to keep quiet. As long as those people don't come back--"

"Ha! Sure enough, there are some fish that slipped through the net!"

Just as he was talking to the boy, an excited voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Chuck's body froze at this moment.

He turned around and saw two black gun muzzles. A soldier smirked and said, "Greck, what do you think I'm saying? There might be someone hiding in the ruins."

Greg on the side didn't look so happy. He seemed a little guilty, but he kept the gun in his hand steady.

"Hey, hey, we don't have to do this. Listen, I'll give you $50,000 and you let us go. We promise not to tell anyone about this—"

"Why are you talking so much? Fifty thousand dollars is only enough to buy your life, not theirs. Hand over the child, give us the money, and you can leave."

Chuck listened to the other person's words and subconsciously looked back at the boy. At this time, his face was covered with blood, tears and dust, and only his eyes were still filled with fear and helplessness.

Just like little Charlie in his hospital bed.

"No, no—uh, how about this, fifty thousand dollars for their lives, and I'll go with you. I'm very useful, the Riddler will definitely need me, and I've also worked for the Joker—"

bang!

Gunshots rang out, and a bullet grazed Chuck's foot. The soldier didn't care about Chuck's plan at all: "I say, hand over the kid and the woman, then pay and leave."

Chuck was shaking all over. Compared to the shooting of the Deadshot that night, the soldier on the opposite side was more deadly because he really wanted to kill him.

But he had no more money, and the rest he had used to make a kite backpack.

He gritted his teeth, his consciousness a little hazy. He didn't know what he was doing, but his body reacted instinctively.

He pulled the boy behind him.

"No," he said, "I will not give him to you."

"Oh, it seems you're still a hero."

The soldier opposite smiled contemptuously and raised his gun at him.

"Unfortunately, most people who want to be heroes end up with the same fate."

(End of this chapter)