Bruce was wrapping the bandage around his waist, but it didn't take long for the white bandage to be stained red with oozing blood.

Just now, at the corner of the stairs on the second floor and the first floor, he fought with the group of Arkham fugitives who were not afraid of death.

The result naturally speaks for itself, and he won.

Because of the relatively small space they were in, the numerical advantage of the fugitives turned into a disadvantage, and they could only crowd on the stairs, but they were afraid of hurting their own people, so they could not shoot at will.

In hand-to-hand combat, Bruce only had to deal with two or three people at a time, and the fugitives in the back could only watch.

But even then, he was seriously injured.

This group of prisoners who came out of Arkham are extremely hostile to Batman, basically the kind that will bite off a piece of flesh from him even if they die.

Now Bruce has multiple gunshot wounds and contusions and redness from the fight, especially the one he was stabbed in the abdomen, and the wound is still bleeding to this day.

Moreover, three battles in a row made his physical exertion extremely great, and he already felt a little tired.

Then, Batman lay down in the pile of fainting people, rested for a while, felt his strength recover, and then got up with difficulty and walked to the living room on the first floor.

On the coffee table, which is full of takeaway boxes and garbage, there is a wooden box full of colorful lights.

Bruce no longer had the strength to fight with a box at this time, so he turned slightly sideways to tear off the lantern and opened the box directly.

It's the familiar bright flashlight again.

"Alas——。" He sighed inexplicably, tossed the apparently mentally tortured object aside, and reached into the box.

Took out the fifth sticky note.

Although there was only one piece of paper in the box this time, Bruce's brow was visibly furrowed.

In addition to the address, there is also a string of numbers and subtitles on the paper.

It may seem like an ordinary number to others, but he understands at a glance that this is the password needed to open the reactor.

In this world, there are only two people who know the password, one is him and the other is Lucius.

Bruce didn't dare to imagine what kind of torture Lucius had to suffer to tell the password, but it was better to say it to be a little less sinful.

In his heart, the life of an old friend is far more important than the password.

Putting away the red sticky notes, Batman left the house, in fact, the most important thing he should do now is to go back to the bat cave to heal his injuries, and then rest for a while.

Unfortunately, it was clear that he was not going to do this, but went straight to the fourth location.

.......

For the next three days, our Gotham Knights spent their days in this state of running around.

During this period, there was no water, no food, and all the rest time, which added up to less than an hour.

The whole person is exhausted, constantly challenging the limits of human physiology.

It's not that Batman didn't want to take a break halfway through, and he knew that in this state, even if he finally found the Joker and Graves, he wouldn't be able to catch them at all.

Not to mention saving Rachel and the others.

But the two scoundrels knew him perfectly, and whenever he was ready to take a break, the contents of the wooden box would make him have to continue.

To date, Bruce has retrieved many of Rachel and Harvey's personal belongings from the wooden crate.

This includes, but is not limited to, jewelry, documents, purses, ties.

There's even a set of Rachel's pre-disappearance clothes, a whole set, stacked neatly in a wooden box from the inside out.

There were also puddles of blood on his clothes.

Even the sticky notes I received were full of sticky notes, and the places I went to and the enemies I defeated were countless.

The further back the address, the more numerous and well-equipped the villains.

On several occasions, if it weren't for his tenacious will and amazing physique, even if he was as strong as Batman, he would have almost died at the hands of these villains.

Bruce sometimes laughs at himself that he is playing a game, and as the game progresses, the monster's strength gradually increases.

Thankfully, he persevered, and if that Graves hadn't lied on the sticky note, this would have been the last place.

Even if you have reached the limit, even if you don't know what's inside, even if you will die inside.

Bruce Wayne still walked over without hesitation, because he was Batman.

This is an abandoned oil refinery on the outskirts of Gotham.

It was abandoned a few years ago due to the depletion of oil wells, and since then, few people have chosen to come to this desolate place.

On the rusty gate of the oil mill, a sentence was written in colorful spray paint.

"Warm welcome, Batman Bruce Wayne!"

As if afraid that he would not find the way, an arrow was drawn under this sentence to point to the depths of the factory.

Now that the sun is about to set, there seems to be some fluorescent substance added to the spray paint, which is a little weird and flickering.

Echoing the gloomy main body of the plant in the distance, the entire refinery looks like a dormant beast.

Overhead, a flock of crows let out a disturbing howl, as if to foreshadow the operation, which may not be so smooth.

Bruce ignored the mess and pushed open the old door and walked into the refinery.

Along the way, there are fluorescent arrows every few meters to help guide the way, for fear that he will get lost or run away suddenly.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Bruce came to the refinery's premises.

A huge building made of poured reinforced concrete, and on the wall of the doorway, a line of words is written in exaggerated penmanship.

"Everything you want is in there, are you sure you don't want to come in and have a look?"

After looking around carefully and making sure that the other entrances were artificially blocked, Bruce walked in through the only entrance.

There is no light source in the factory, so it is very dark, and with the labyrinth-like structure, it is easy to get lost inside.

But Batman doesn't need to worry, because there are fluorescent arrows showing him the way all the time.

After walking a few hundred meters further, he turned a few corners and came to a room deep in the factory.

As soon as he stepped into the room, the gate that had been prepared behind him suddenly fell, trapping him inside.

At the same time, the lights on the ceiling suddenly turned on, illuminating the originally dark space.

Upon inspection, the gates were as thick as a bank vault, and could not be opened by Bruce's own strength unless explosives or heavy machinery were used.

To put it bluntly, it was still too much physical exertion that caused him to lose his due vigilance.

Otherwise, how could you be trapped by such a simple trap.

Remorseful, Bruce had no choice but to sweep his gaze into the room.

The room is not very large, at most a dozen square meters, and there is a TV screen hanging on each of the pure white walls around it, which is now turned off.

There is a security camera on the wall, directly facing Batman's face, and a horn hanging next to it.

In addition to this, there is a floodgate to the rest of the world, but it is also closed.

Just as he tried to find a way out, the horn on the wall made a shrill rustle, then a man's voice.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"