The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 254 Escape in the Rainy Night

The rainy night in Gotham was accompanied by a biting chill. Large raindrops pounded on the asphalt road, splashing up tiny water droplets and blurring the outlines of the streets and alleys.

Wilson Morgan, like a cornered beast, ran frantically through the crisscrossing alleyways, his rapid breathing mingling with the patter of rain, echoing through the empty lanes.

His every step was unsteady and heavy, as if some terrifying shadow that could devour everything was chasing him.

In Gotham, such scenes of chase filled with fear and despair have always been reserved for Batman and the most vicious criminals.

But Wilson knew in his heart that the being he was currently hiding from was far more terrifying than the Night Knight—

Three days earlier, Wilson had just been discharged from Gotham Hospital.

The weakness in his body had not completely subsided, and his limbs and bones were still aching. But he had no room to stop.

The entire city of Gotham never stopped operating due to any unforeseen circumstances, and many people with stronger physical resilience left the hospital earlier than him, returning to their own lives and work.

Wilson runs a small dry cleaning shop, which is his family's only source of income.

His wife and daughter are currently resting and under observation in the hospital.

The exorbitant hospital and medical bills weighed heavily on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He had to return to the dry cleaners as soon as possible to earn enough money to pay off those bills.

As he gritted his teeth and struggled to pull open the heavy roller shutter door of the dry cleaner, a sharp, aching pain shot through the muscles in his arm, as if silently protesting against him.

In that moment of utter exhaustion, a long-forgotten memory suddenly surfaced, making him yearn for the Wayne Group of the past.

At that time, Gotham's newspapers were full of news about Bruce Wayne's return from studying abroad and his re-establishment of the Wayne Enterprises.

Not long after returning to the United States, the world-renowned Wayne scion spearheaded a series of welfare policies in cooperation with the government.

The most beneficial aspect for ordinary citizens is the reimbursement of high medical expenses that are difficult for them to afford.

In the years that followed, Wayne Enterprises introduced hundreds of welfare policies, covering all aspects of Gotham's small society.

Whether it's a middle-class family on the verge of collapse, an impoverished resident struggling at the bottom of society, or even a beggar wandering the streets, there are tailor-made assistance programs available.

At that time, Gotham seemed to have a glimmer of hope.

But young Wilson was completely unaware of the weight behind this kindness.

At that time, the dry cleaning shop was still managed by his mother. He had just graduated from university and spent his days idly with a group of friends, eating, drinking, and having fun, wasting his time.

Later, encouraged by his friends, Wilson got involved in a large-scale protest movement.

It was an event that swept across Gotham, with more than half of the citizens reportedly participating. Even those who didn't personally take to the streets would sign their names on petitions when the march came to their doorsteps.

The core demand of this march was to send Bruce Wayne, who was accused of having "malicious intentions," to prison!

To the citizens of Gotham at the time, Bruce Wayne's unconditional funding of the entire city and his provision of jobs for the homeless were seen as a complete betrayal of capitalism.

That day, Wilson mingled among the enraged crowd and watched as people threw away leftover soda cans and expired milk bottles toward Bruce, who was being taken away from the Wayne Enterprises building by the FBI.

Even more absurdly, a beggar who had once received funding from the Wayne Group rushed up to Bruce, who looked completely bewildered, and spat and hurled insults at his handsome face.

"You've betrayed your class, Bruce!"

"You have betrayed the Wayne family's centuries-old legacy!"

"You're a socialist spy who infiltrated Gotham!"

A cacophony of harsh curses rose and fell, and the hot-blooded Wilson was swept up in the frenzy. He joined the crowd and shouted a string of vile words at Wayne, whose eyes were filled with confusion and pain.

Even after Bruce Wayne was put into an FBI vehicle and sped away, many people continued to give him the middle finger as he drove off, venting their anger at being betrayed.

Bruce was taken away for investigation for more than a month, and those Gotham government officials who had cooperated with Wayne Enterprises in implementing welfare policies were also completely reshuffled.

By the time Bruce quietly returned to Gotham, Wayne Enterprises had already withdrawn most of its welfare policies.

And the young master who once tried to warm the city has completely changed.

He began to drown his sorrows in alcohol all day long, and frequented various famous models, becoming what people called a complete playboy.

At this moment, Wilson, whose body ached all over, couldn't help but feel regret during his escape in the rainy night.

If Wayne Enterprises' welfare policies were still in place, he wouldn't have had to be discharged from the hospital prematurely despite his illness.

Instead of struggling to pay for medical bills, you might even be able to lie in a hospital bed, enjoying expensive medications reimbursed by Wayne Group, leisurely eating fruit and watching TV.

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

For the first time, Wilson began to wonder if his mindless following of the crowd and participation in the protests back then was really too foolish.

The playboy he had insulted may never have been a spy, but someone who genuinely wanted to do something truly good for the city.

The sudden sound of steady footsteps behind him shattered Wilson's thoughts like a thunderclap, pulling him back to reality from his brief moment of regret and fantasy.

He subconsciously quickened his pace, but his middle-aged body was no longer as agile as it had been in his youth, and the attack of the Yamozo virus had already exhausted his strength.

He could clearly feel his steps slowing down and the distance between him and those behind him getting closer and closer.

Wilson gritted his teeth, stopped running, turned around abruptly, a resolute glint in his eyes, and gathered pale blue electricity in his hands. He hurled a spear of lightning, gleaming with a cold light, straight at the figure in the rainy night.

Yes, Wilson Morgan also unexpectedly retained the superpower to manipulate electricity after the Amozzo virus subsided.

During the day, he is an ordinary middle-aged man who runs a dry cleaning shop and works hard to make a living.

At night, he would put on a cheap cloth mask and, imitating his idol Batman, patrol the streets of Gotham.

During the time Batman mysteriously disappeared, he wanted to use his insignificant power to become a superhero.

Those were a few rare days when Wilson felt his life was fulfilling, and things unfolded like a fairy tale.

On the first day, he chased away a group of petty thieves who wanted to break into the bakery next door. Mr. Lucapoor, who ran the bakery, was still lying in the hospital and not fully awake, but Wilson knew that Mr. Lucapoor needed the shop to make a living, just like him.

The next day, a group of like-minded people, who were also using crude decorations to conceal their identities, found him. They said they shared Wilson's idea of ​​doing something for the city.

On the third day, Wilson, full of enthusiasm, went out again, heading towards the meeting place he had discussed with his fellow enthusiasts the night before. He was filled with fantasies that during Batman's absence, they could spontaneously form a hero organization that would one day rival the Justice League.

However, when Wilson pushed open the gate to the settlement, he saw a demon wearing a red mask and wielding two guns.

The opponent's mask and suit were of very high quality, outshining everyone else in the settlement. He looked like a highly professional superhero.

It could also be a supervillain.

Wilson then noticed the bloodstains all over the settlement.

Yesterday, all those fellow enthusiasts just died.

Including a young beauty whom Wilson had a great liking for, whose perfect S-curve figure and beautiful eyes like a clear blue lake could be seen even when she was wearing a mask.

The head was facing Wilson at the door, but the bullet hole in the center of the forehead somewhat detracted from the overall aesthetic.

Of course, Wilson didn't want to betray his family; he just found himself unable to resist the adoring look in the eyes of the beautiful woman who claimed to be incompetent.

But now, there's nothing left.

He was even afraid that if he didn't run faster, he would lose his life.

Because the evil spirit in the red mask has already discovered him.

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