82 Too Cruel!

Thea, who had just shot the arrow, had yet to express herself when the people on the scene, engulfed in smoke, had already shown her the outcome caused by the Smoke Arrow.

"It's Batman's smoke bomb."

"Run, Batman is here!"

The clamor from the smoke fog was as loud as a marketplace. Thea was a bit speechless. Have they all lost their minds? They were scared like this just by the smoke bomb? Thea was very worried about Bruce's long-term bullying of the people of Gotham. Wouldn't scaring them like this only make their existing problems worse?

Since they had misunderstood, then let the misunderstanding continue. Thea couldn't just casually step forward, introduce herself with her name and surname, and explain the situation. Just treat it as an attack by Batman.

Putting on her infrared goggles, she aimed at the red figures in the smoke and started shooting indiscriminately.

Like playing Angry Birds, she continuously selected targets and then repeated the process.

"I've got the situation under control here. How's the situation on campus? And when will the reinforcements arrive?" Thea enjoyed this pleasant game very much. She had increased the density of the smoke from the original smoke bomb threefold, making it impossible to disperse for a while, turning a tool meant for escape into a concealment technique like Zabuza's Hidden Mist Jutsu.

But she still remembered her mission during the game. She asked through the earpiece, but there was no response.

"Ah, Thea, they're all busy, and the enemy is tough," Felicity spoke up when no one else responded.

"How many enemies do they have over there?" The downside of infrared is that it only shows biological heat signatures, so it's impossible to tell if a person has been hit by an arrow. Thea could only focus on those who were still moving.

"Nine. Catwoman is dealing with four, Barbara is handling three, and Lyla and the agent are each taking on one."

Damn, only a few enemies. She had thought that all of Gotham's villains were over there. So it's just nine grunts. On her side, twelve enemies plus twenty enthusiastic citizens haven't made a peep, right? These guys must have rushed in recklessly.

But saying this out loud could easily demoralize them. At this moment, Thea no longer saw any moving heat signatures in front of her. Fearing that she might have missed someone, she shot another arrow at each target.

"Quickly call three drivers; I'll go support the other side," Thea said. She didn't dare to leave immediately. What if there was someone with exceptional vitality? They might play dead on the ground, and once she flew away, they would joyfully drag their companions away in the truck, making her efforts in vain.

"You're pretty fast. We're almost done here too," Catwoman said breathlessly over the communication channel.

Since she said so, then she wouldn't rush over. Thea was also a bit tired. In less than five minutes, she had shot ninety arrows in one breath. Unlike shooting at targets, these people would dodge and run. Plus, she couldn't tell who was wearing body armor and who wasn't, so she could only aim at limbs. The smoke hadn't completely dissipated yet, and she didn't know about her own performance.

Thea didn't just rest. She flew onto her Glider and circled the trucks. Finding a certain slender, black-haired man in the crowd. "Hey, guys, I saw Robin. He is sleeping peacefully."

"Great, thank you, Thea." Barbara finally felt relieved when she heard the news that her boyfriend was okay. Feeling a surge of extra energy from the good news, she quickly took down an opponent with three punches and two kicks.

Just as Thea was considering whether to wake Robin up first or take him away while he was still unconscious, Gotham police officers arrived.

Although she only called for three, they were very enthusiastic, and over ten of them came. Commissioner Gordon personally led the team, and they all wore GCPD body armor and carried submachine guns as they rushed over.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the scene of carnage appeared before everyone's eyes.

The once-deep black asphalt road was now stained red with blood. Dozens of miscellaneous people lay densely packed on the less than one hundred-meter-long road. Some were wearing military uniforms with patches, and there were all kinds of people. But they all had one thing in common: they all had arrows stuck in them. Some had three or four arrows sticking out of them, while others had two. The entire area didn't look like a modern highway; it looked like a battlefield from ancient times, as if a group of English longbowmen had crossed the span of time and struck with a volley of arrows.

Many people, due to Thea's strategy of targeting limbs, had their hands and feet nailed to the ground. Originally, this wouldn't have been a big deal; they could have been bandaged afterward. However, in the chaos of the crowd, this type of injury was exacerbated to the extreme. Many people, pinned to the ground by arrows, were pushed and shoved by the crowd, causing the metal arrowheads to slice through their hands and feet. What started as minor puncture wounds turned into crippling lacerations.

"Ugh." Two young officers were overwhelmed by the sight of severed hands and feet and the overwhelming smell of blood at the scene. They ran to the side and vomited amid the sympathetic gaze of their comrades.

Commissioner Gordon, unlike the younger officers, had seen worse during his time in the military, but the scale of bloodshed in Gotham was rare. He also felt a bit nauseous.

Just as he was about to order his men to check for survivors, he unexpectedly noticed that all the injuries on these people were to their limbs. This made him, with his overflowing paternal instinct, feel that this girl was a good person. Despite the brutal scene, not a single person had died.

As for missing hands and feet, that was a concern for the AAPD. He, as the police commissioner, didn't need to worry about it. These people were all criminals, and it was beneficial to society if they were disabled. If he felt guilty, the police department could donate more money to the AAPD at the end of the year.

"Take them all away." Commissioner Gordon waved his hand, instructing his subordinates to clean up the scene.

"Commissioner, these people don't have both hands, so we can't handcuff them." A police officer observed the dilemma before him, a problem he had never encountered in police training. What should they do with criminals who have no hands? He had to seek advice from the seasoned Commissioner Gordon.

The experienced commissioner had a simple solution. "Cuff them together with others who are missing hands. It's not like they're missing both hands, right?" 

What a great solution. Several officers who had encountered the same problem but didn't dare to speak up admired their comrade's courage and paired the disabled individuals together, handcuffing them in pairs.

"Commissioner, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to support them over there." Thea greeted Commissioner Gordon and hurriedly flew to the campus. She still wanted to settle the score with the Scarecrow; nobody could escape her wrath!

"Did she do all this by herself?"

"It seems so. She's really ruthless."

Several officers didn't recognize Thea, especially since she was wearing a mask and using a voice changer. They only saw her flying away with a fierce aura, and their faces turned pale. The scene looked like the work of ten people, not one. This person must be extremely ruthless in normal times.