radicalducati Chapter 202, page 99: A Nationally Live Broadcast
Chapter 202, page 99: A Nationally Live Broadcast
Chapter 202, page 99: A Live Broadcast Across America (I'm taking a day off tomorrow; there are too many scenes to cover, so I need to work out the outline).
Tim felt a lot of pressure.
Just five minutes earlier, with the help of his hacker friend, he had hacked into a TV station and a video website.
Today happens to be Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and a live commemorative event hosted by CBS is taking place in West Bertomac Park, Washington.
This was a live broadcast across the United States. Tim, who originally only wanted to hack into Gotham Broadcasting System with the idea of making the biggest commotion, changed his plans after discussing with Barbara and prepared to hijack the live broadcast signal.
On the other hand, he chose an outdoor blogger with 3000 million subscribers and successfully hijacked the signal source.
The cost of doing this is a surge in stress.
The instant the signal from CBS was connected, a massive number of attack programs crashed into the firewall set up by Tim. A very small number of these defense programs were Trojans, but most were junk programs containing redundant information, capable of attacking the firewall tens of millions of times per second.
Under such frequent attacks, ordinary hackers simply cannot withstand it. Even with self-installed firewalls, the sheer overload would be enough to cause the software to crash instantly.
Fortunately, Lucius had helped install a mini supercomputer beforehand. Although the limited time and materials made its performance difficult to compare with a real supercomputer, it was still able to withstand the onslaught of data.
The fully loaded computer emitted a tremendous roar, and Tim could even see the liquid coolant flowing out of the casing boiling in the translucent pipes.
This young computer is bearing pressure that it shouldn't have to bear at its age.
Before Tim could even reinforce his firewall, a counterattack came from the video websites. Unlike the data surge from the broadcasting companies, this time Tim was approached by the websites' top security officers, and there were dozens of them at once.
Tim had already considered all the possibilities, but the Joker unexpectedly kidnapped the most skilled of the three hackers.
It was too late to change strategies, so Tim had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
The result of this was that the live broadcast time was greatly reduced, with the original 15-minute speech time being compressed to 5 minutes.
Fortunately, Harvey lent a hand, helping to streamline the speech and posting the full text as images on both sides of the live stream.
Thus, in front of the entire American audience, Gotham's century-long dark history was exposed in great detail, with politicians, wealthy businessmen, and even several major families all tied up and put on the spot.
How did the citizens of Gotham react? They were furious, of course, but more than that, they were secretly delighted.
After all, the opportunity to buy something for free is not to be missed, especially when the whole city turns out in droves to buy something for free under the banner of resisting corporate oligarchs.
Don't expect the group to be polite and considerate. When faced with a problem, the ignorant majority's first consideration is whether their own interests will be harmed and whether they can seize more benefits for themselves.
So the citizens who had been marching all day and were about to disperse spontaneously gathered again in Robinson Park. However, this time, lurking under the cover of night, they no longer held banners and slogans, but hoods and guns.
They never dared to truly suppress bandits, but they were bold enough to use the pretext of bandit suppression to amass wealth.
All of this was part of Qin Wei's plan. He didn't expect ordinary citizens to join him in resisting the court; he only needed the riot to attract some of the court's attention.
But the court's attention was neither on him nor on the riots themselves.
As dusk settled, in the stalactite cave beneath Wayne Tower, coffins emanating icy air opened one after another, and hundreds of sharp claws shook off the ice shards, gradually awakening from their slumber.
The court members carefully examined the Claws, wiping the water off them and changing their clothes and equipment.
Of course, if this is all the preparations they've made, it means the court isn't taking the Bat Family and the League of Assassins seriously enough. As the Claws regained their mobility, they spontaneously gathered at the end of the cave.
There are still nine stone coffins lying there.
As the first coffin began to tremble and opened a crack, the claws all lowered their heads.
A hand reached out from the gap, and a bare, strong arm pushed aside the stone coffin pressing down on their heads.
"Now—what time is it?"
The man reached up and brushed the ice shards off his head; after being frozen for so long, his speech would need some time to recover.
"Early 21st century, probably the 20s," one of the claws replied.
"The 20s—that means—I—slept—for at most twenty years?"
The man who was awakened was named Uriah Boone, born in 1786, who had participated in the genocide of Native Americans.
After the Civil War, the dying Uriah, out of fear of death, chose to have amber implanted, thus becoming young again, but he also had to endure the despair and pain of being imprisoned in an ice coffin.
Like him, all nine coffins contained the elderly and dangerous Claw, who had participated in the annihilation of the Assassin Guild on the night of the riot twenty years ago and were the court's most dangerous knives.
Following Uriah, the surrounding coffins were opened one after another.
The owls will unleash their final trump card tonight.
Uriah put on his gear.
Aside from his signature hidden blades, his clothing style differed greatly from the other Claws. A black, tattered cloak covered the Claws' armor, and a cat-ear-style hood replaced the Claws' mask.
After dressing properly, he took out a huge long scythe with an iron chain at the end from the ice coffin. With his hood pulled up and the scythe on his shoulder, he looked like the Grim Reaper, exuding a murderous aura that kept the living at bay.
Uriah noticed a motionless coffin in the corner, where a claw named William Cobb once lay. Now, William's amber-gold body parts, unearthed from the coffin, are frozen in a freezer in the Senate basement.
"I remember it was William Cobb's. Where is he now?"
"He's missing. I think he's most likely dead."
A voice answered from behind the crowd, and the claws parted to make way.
Cang'e, dressed in a black suit, walked up to Yuria while touching his cuffs.
"Who are you?"
Uriah did not recall seeing such a mask in the courtroom.
"I inherited Xue'e's position, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, I am not able to wear that mask for the time being," Cang'e answered truthfully.
Normally, the relationship between Claw and the members of the court is like that of servant and master, but when facing a monster like Yuria who has lived for hundreds of years, Cang'e still maintained the respect due to him.
"Snowy Eagle—are you a descendant of the Elliott family?"
Uriah's sharp gaze sliced through the hawk's body. His nose was incredibly sensitive; the hawk's aura didn't seem to belong to the Elliott family, but rather to the Wayne family, especially the blue eyes beneath the mask, which were exactly like Alan Wayne's.
However, he did not intend to delve into it further, as the offspring of any family were all children of the court.
"So who killed William Cobb?" He steered the conversation back on track.
"Bruce Wayne, to be precise, is just a clone."
"Cloned humans—you guys are at it again!" Uriah rubbed his brow. "So, since he's a clone, it shouldn't matter if I kill him, right?"
"It wouldn't have worked before, but it doesn't matter now. However, I don't recommend that you go and cause trouble for him tonight; we have more important things to do."
Then the barn owl began to make arrangements.
The Ace Claws consist of eight people, four of whom (Benjamin Orchard, Alton Carver, Felix Harmon, and Henry Ballard) were assigned to the raid on the League of Assassins' base.
The three (Efraim Newhouse, Alexander Staunton, and Xiaolong) led a night raid on Wayne Manor.
As for Uriah, her strongest combatant, she will guard Wayne Tower in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Uriah crossed his arms and remained silent, resisting the tedious plan with his silence. The slumber in the ice coffin had almost frozen his fighting spirit. At this moment, Old Claw needed a bloody massacre to revitalize himself.
While the court was preparing for Night of the Owls, Tim's live stream finally ended.
Upon learning that Qin Wei had betrayed Wayne Enterprises without his consent, Night Owl, enraged, stormed into the Batcave and threatened to kill Thomas. His extreme actions successfully triggered the "early warning device" left by Qin Wei in the cave—the vengeful demon Chato Santana.
Chato was still angry that Qin Wei hadn't invited him to venture into the Tower of Wayne, and just then, someone came along to vent his anger on, so Night Owl got into trouble.
Against a fully equipped mage in this version's T0 meta, Night Owl, a squishy little assassin who had just left the fountain, was chased by flames all over the cave and couldn't even fight back.
Fortunately, Chato's mana wasn't very high, and he soon found himself leaning against the wall, panting heavily.
After being dealt with, Night Owl's eyes cleared up considerably. At least he realized that pursuing the matter further was pointless. The news that Wayne Tower was the courthouse base had already been broadcast live, and it was foreseeable that Wayne Tower would soon be overrun by a frenzied mob.
With such a huge mess, the GCPD might not dare to take charge. Even if they did, given the current sharp tensions between the police and the public, a fierce firefight between the two sides is almost inevitable.
GCPD is completely unreliable. If Nite Owl wants to save Venta, he must act immediately!
Just as the Night Owl spurred his horse to arrive, the frenzied crowd had already piled up at the foot of Wayne Tower, and their numbers were gradually increasing over time.
Umbrellas from all directions converged at the intersection, facing off against the flashing lights of police cars across the street.
The torrential rain streaked through the air in silvery lines, exploding on the brims of the officers' hats. Both sides remained perfectly silent, letting the sound of the rain wash over the sky and buildings.
"Everyone! Do not move without my order!"
Officer Carls said, gripping the walkie-talkie.
This corrupt police chief was forced into this position by the court. With so much dirt on him in the other party's hands, he had no choice but to come and provide support, even if he was extremely unwilling.
However, he didn't think these rioters would dare to provoke the guns.
Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only a few dozen police officers; they are all armed with real guns. People are terrified, especially when they are being pointed at with dark gun barrels. The people who spontaneously gathered here are nothing more than hot-blooded fools. They should realize the difference after being drenched by the rain.
Of course, this is on the premise that the GCPD side cannot fire; otherwise, if blood is drawn, the nature of the situation will be different.
Just as Karls realized this, a gunshot rang out behind him.
boom! !
The piercing gunshot shattered the quiet atmosphere and completely disrupted the balance between the two sides.
A bullet grazed his earlobe. Carl rubbed his buzzing ears and looked tremblingly at the young policeman behind him, who was holding a gun and looked helpless.
"Yes—I'm sorry—they kidnapped—they kidnapped my mother—if I don't shoot—"
With a thud, the pistol fell into the pond.
The war has begun!
Not far from the crossroads, Royce Ben watched the crowd gradually coalescing amidst the gunfire and stuffed the remaining half of his cigar into the ashtray.
Only someone from a gang would be capable of kidnapping a police officer's family member.
In order to help Qin Wei successfully infiltrate Wayne Tower, this battle must begin as soon as possible. Royce has not only set up this one trigger, but as soon as the police officers fire their shots, the gunmen hiding among the angry crowd will immediately draw their guns and return fire.
Often, what humans lack is the courage to take the first step forward. If no one takes the lead, these guys could really stand still at the street corner for an hour or two.
Now, Reus has merely given them a push.
The gunfire at the street corner grew more intense. At the zebra crossing, a layer of corpses soaked in the puddles had accumulated. Rainwater mixed with blood formed a rapid current at the drain before flowing into the sewer.
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