When I took down the disciples participating in the parade, I hadn't caught "Jeremiah." I also hadn't made any preparations, though I had long suspected that Jeremiah might appear at today's charity gala.
Gordon's yacht?
Using the advanced black technology in my Bat-suit, I scanned the area and found Bomb Suit Man's location. There were many people, but they definitely weren't all gathered together.
If that was the case, then whether we could find "Jeremiah" quickly became crucial.
Of course, while watching the show, Fox didn't mind giving things a little push.
Wayne was already like this. He didn't particularly care what those hypocritical elites thought.
Elsewhere on the yacht.
Thankfully, the plan was simple. As long as no one on either ship pressed the detonator, Jeremiah's plan would fail. But it was extremely difficult to accomplish—perhaps even impossible!
The distance between the two ships wasn't close. Ordinary signal jammers, or even the jammer in my Bat-suit, couldn't cover both ships completely!
Don't forget, "Jeremiah" was still on this ship!
The best option was to rush to the control room, capture "Jeremiah," force him to reveal his backup plan, and stop the explosion. It seemed Gordon's guess had been right!
"Jeremiah! You're under arrest!" Sheriff Gordon shouted, raising his gun at Barnes. Most ordinary people would have hesitated at this moment, so Geller could only count on his technical consultant, Wayne.
The reason was that the decisive factor lay in the minds of the people aboard the two ships. Watching through the surveillance feed, Barnes slammed the table and laughed wildly. Those lords, accustomed to throwing their weight around, would never hand their lives over to someone else.
Fox didn't join the crowd in putting on a show, but his calm expression was precisely captured by sharp-nosed reporters and broadcast