After Qin Wei's onslaught, the last two pickup trucks gave up the chase. Their drivers jerked their wheels, slammed on the brakes, swung their tails around, and fled.
Certain they could cause no more trouble, Qin Wei didn't pursue them. He fired his grappling hook and returned to the truck. The first thing he did was take off his bulletproof vest and pull open his shirt to check his injuries. Horrific purple-red bruises of every size covered his entire torso. Not a patch of skin remained unscathed.
"Whoa! Were you poisoned?" Royce was so startled he sprayed smoke onto the steering wheel.
Qin Wei slowly relaxed his lower back, easing his spine against the seat inch by inch. It felt as though he'd endured a month of nonstop cupping before Bane picked him up overhead. The searing pain triggered a rush of dopamine, and the mingled agony and pleasure made his eyes roll back.
Qin Wei resolved to set aside some time to recover once he finished recruiting. He kept returning to battle before his serious injuries had healed. If they left him with some lasting condition, he'd be in trouble.
After a brief rest, he didn't forget the business at hand. He called Gordon and told him what had happened in Novick Tunnel.
"Yes, the Joker Gang! Seven or eight dead, I think, and several overturned cars. Yes... there should also be a wrecked Beetle near the exit. Send help if you find it. I'll leave this to you, Commissioner Gordon!"
"How many times have I told you? I'm not the commis-"
Before Gordon could finish grumbling, Qin Wei decisively hung up:
"Always the same complaint, over and over, like some NPC. I've got more say in whether you become commissioner than your boss does!"
After listening to the