Chapter 89 41 How Can You Be a Mercenary and Take Drugs Every Day? Quit! [2450]

Chapter 89 41. How can you be a mercenary and take drugs every day? Quit! --【2450】

Taking care of Damian Wayne does not mean that the danger of the Batcave has been reduced. Although Team K shot Killer Croc in the head, defeated Mr. Freeze, paralyzed Scarecrow, and "rebelled" Mudface, causing almost all the black warriors in the Batcave to be buried in mud.

But the Assassin's League still has a great advantage.

Because they still have Bane!

Even without most of his subordinates, the Man-Bat Warriors, who are secret weapons, were driven away from the Batcave by Mudface who was eager to lift the curse, but the powerful Bane did not need these weak guys to win!

At this time, in the Bat Hall, Bane, wearing a heavy breathing mask, was fighting Nightwing, Robin III, and Alfred in the fear gas left by Scarecrow.

Fighting one against three did not make Bane fall into a disadvantage at all.

On the contrary, the three people on the opposite side became weak because they inhaled some fear gas because of the gas masks that Bane deliberately destroyed, and they were even more unable to cause any effective damage to the furious mercenary king.

The scene was like a strong man abusing three fugitives.

Bane was holding a piece of steel that was severely deformed due to multiple hits. It was something he removed from the Batmobile with his bare hands. Nightwing's titanium alloy battle suit was too strong, so Bane had to rely on external objects to cause effective damage to Grayson.

He strode on the platform steps of the Bat Hall, dragging the steel behind him with a low sound, and while walking, he made a hoarse voice under the heavy breathing mask that looked like a skull in black and white.

"It's like a baby bird in a nest, screaming and calling for its mother bird. Without Batman, you can't even fight! It's so sad! He taught you the skills of fighting but didn't teach you to be a real warrior.

But it doesn't matter.

The lesson you missed will be made up today!"

Bane seemed to be stronger with every breath he took while walking.

This was not an illusion.

A green liquid was being injected into his brain through a reinforced hose from a special instrument that was connected to his unique battle suit.

This "Titan poison" that only Bane could "enjoy" was stimulating his body, making his already strong muscles bulge even more, and the enhanced strength even made his senses more acute.

The shadow on the ground also expanded and twisted like a hungry predator searching for prey.

"Bang"

Hiding on the high platform, Alfred gritted his teeth to keep himself sane under the influence of the fear gas. This old ace agent and former battlefield warrior held the gun in both hands and shot at Bane from a high position.

The modified bullet spun and hit Bane's neck. This fatal shot should have torn the throat of this dangerous man, but under the reinforcement of the "special poison", the bullet only hit the muscle and could not move forward.

The blood flowing out made Bane feel painful. He waved his hand and threw the steel in his hand into the air, as simple as throwing a basketball.

Alfred evaded with a tactical roll, but the flying steel with terrifying force knocked open the high-altitude hook rope, causing the platform to tilt and dump a large amount of items on the ground.

The force of the projectile steel proved that Bane, who was strengthened by poison, had already left the category of "normal people". The force of that punch could definitely beat a cow into a meat paste.

"Ha! I got you!"

Bane ignored the old butler hanging in the air. He strode forward with a heavy breath and punched through the wall in front of him, pulling Nightwing out of his hiding place amid the splashing of bricks and stones.

But the young master was hiding there not because he was afraid of fighting.

When he was pulled out, two golden bat knives were also drawn out together, and the cursed weapons borrowed by Mason crossed and cut blood marks on Bane's chest.

The weak curse made the mercenary king of the Assassin's League scream, and smashed Nightwing against the wall in front of him like a wrestler.

At the same time, the badly beaten third-generation Robin Tim also rolled over from the ground and approached, grabbing four tranquilizers with both hands and stabbing them into Bane's calves.

The sons of the bat did not give up the fight!

Bane's movements slowed down under the influence of the curse and tranquilizer.

The eldest and third sons who smashed the wall rushed forward and knocked Bane to the ground, but a larger amount of toxins were injected into the brain, allowing Bane to quickly get rid of weakness.

He roared like a polar bear, and seemed to have completely entered the "violent mode".

He grabbed the arms of the Robins one by one and swung them up from the spot, smashing them against the Batcomputer platform behind, causing sparks to fly.

While the eldest and third sons struggled to hold back the crazy Bane in front, the kite man and Mason also quietly flew through the air and rescued the old butler hanging there.

Mason fired a hook gun and took Alfred into the air and landed on the higher Batfighter platform.

He gave the last stimulant at hand to the trembling butler holding his head and struggling to resist the fear gas, and soon he regained consciousness.

"The madman Bane has been strengthened by the poison to the point of being almost invulnerable to swords and guns. Except for sniper bullets, there may be nothing that can penetrate his hardened skin at this time.

Don't even think about assassinating him with cold weapons.

His self-healing ability is no worse than that of Killer Croc.

We need a larger caliber weapon to bury that bastard."

Mason pointed to the Batfighter behind him that was fixed to the platform by a special electronic lock, and said to the old butler covered in blood:

"Is there a way to make it move?"

"The Batcomputer was destroyed by Bane, and the entire Batcave equipment has been forcibly shut down. Even with my authority, I can't open that special lock."

The old housekeeper shook his head and said:

"It's even more impossible to break it. Master Wayne has set up a plan for this situation, unless we blow up the entire Batcave. Well, what are you doing?"

Why take out the disassembly tools? "

Alfred watched in astonishment as Mason took out a toolbox and took out strange wrenches and screwdrivers. He widened his eyes and said:

"Mason! Don't tell me you're going to remove this $10 million lock with your bare hands?"

"Why not give it a try?"

Mason pouted.

He felt that he would definitely not be able to open the lock. His engineering skills had not broken through to the point where he could crack the bat's black technology, but it would be easier to destroy it than to follow the steps to open it.

It's just like defusing bombs.

"The two little guys below are about to be beaten to death. Think of a way, Mason!"

Catwoman, who was holding Damian, also used the flying claw gun to reach the high-altitude platform. She looked worriedly at the eldest son and the third son below who were being beaten by the increasingly crazy Bane.

Frankly speaking, Nightwing's combat effectiveness is top-notch even in Gotham's environment.

Third Young Master Tim is slightly worse.

But he is a detective and has always relied on his brains.

The combination of the two people has a great chance of winning against any villain in Gotham, but tonight they have to face the terrifying Bane who can break Batman's back with the weakening of fear gas tonight.

You must know that even the master's record when facing Bane is not winning every time, and Batman will never choose such a head-on tactic when Bane has been strengthened with poison.

Because he knows he can't beat him!

"use this."

Mason opened the control panel on the thick electronic lock housing that clamped the Bat Fighter, revealing the extremely sophisticated structure inside.

While preparing to "dismantle the bomb", he took out all the antidote potions he had brought with him.

He gave these potions to the three people in front of him and said to them:

"I don't have the formula for Bane's poison. I can't get the antidote on the spot. I can only use this. Well, wait, we have a better way to deal with him!"

Mason suddenly thought of something he had ignored.

He opened the suitcase and took out a test tube filled with silver liquid. When he saw this thing, Alfred's eyes suddenly widened and he said:

"Unicorn blood? We're here to defeat him, not heal him, Mason! I appreciate your sense of humor, but we don't need that right now."

"No! The boss wants to purify those toxins!"

The kite man gave a rare answer this time.

He looked at Bane, who was raging like a wild beast below. The poison injected into that guy's body must have reached a certain limit.

Those strengthening drugs made Bain's upper body muscles almost swell into an inverted triangle "hill".

Even the young man wearing a titanium alloy suit did not dare to fight Bain head-on. One punch from the mercenary king in this form was enough to kill him with his armor on the spot.

And Bain's speed has also been enhanced.

When dodging and chasing, he was as fast as lightning, and even flashed across a distance of five meters like "teleportation" and threw Tim, who was far away, with his hands up like a ball and threw it ten meters away.

"It's like a weakened version of Superman."

Mason complained.

Then he diluted some of the unicorn blood in the various antidotes in the hands of the three people in front of him. He put the rest back into the box and said:

"This blood is cursed, but it still has a strong purifying effect. You can find a way to inject these antidotes into Bain's body.

Or mixed directly into the 'poison' he uses.

Such a large dose is enough to purify him of the strengthening effects of those poisons, and may also cure this guy's 'drug addiction' by the way.

Of course, the price is that Bane will have to live as a ghost for the rest of his life, but I think a super villain who is stubborn will not care much about this. "

"Although the weapons room was plundered by the League of Assassins, there is still a super tranquilizer gun designed by Master Wayne to capture Superman!"

The Butler Man immediately stood up and said something extraordinary. He said to the Kite Man:

"Take us there. That injection gun should be enough to inject the antidote into Bane's body. Wait, who is this child? Why do his eyes look so similar?"

"Oh, we'll talk about these little things later!"

The kite man grabbed the old butler's hand, opened his kite, and led him to glide down from an altitude of more than ten meters to the weapons room that had been plundered by the Assassin's Alliance.

Catwoman stayed there and tied Damian to the platform with a cat-tail whip. She glanced at Mason who was dealing with the sophisticated electronic lock and said:

"You can't bully him, do you hear me?"

"Tsk, some jewel thief here hasn't even become Mrs. Wayne yet, and he's already learning how to be a husband and raise children?"

Mason, who was in working mode, didn't even raise his head. He used the engineering wrench in his hand to clamp the chip in the lock. He frowned and tried to use his engineering knowledge to understand the operation mode of these unknown things in front of him.

He sneered.

But Catwoman just bared her teeth at him, then pulled the trigger and fired the flying claw gun and swung towards the weapons room.

Two minutes later, three people holding tranquilizer guns that were said to be designed by Batman to counter Superman began to shoot at Bane. The antidotes added with the cursed unicorn blood were effective in Bane's body.

The crazy Bane, who had lost his mind due to the strong stimulation of the poison, felt that his IQ was slowly returning, and his violent strength was rapidly declining.

It was as if something strange and sacred was injected into his blood vessels and began to run through his body that had long been adapted to the poison, healing the organs that had been alienated due to long-term drug use to their original normal forms wherever it went.

This should have been a good thing.

But it might not be the case for Bane.

Even if he didn't rely on this poison to strengthen him, he would still be the most dangerous mercenary and assassin in the world, but he had long been accustomed to using poison to gain advantages for himself when he was at a disadvantage, and he had already developed a serious "drug dependence disorder".

The result of being suddenly cured now was that Bane was actually unable to adapt to the upcoming "health" for a while.

He originally grabbed Nightwing and prepared to give the young master a "Dr. Bane-brand spinal correction" to let the first generation Robin also experience Batman's "treatment process" back then.

But the healthy feeling in the body and the poison continuously injected into the brain had a violent reaction, causing Bane, whose burly figure quickly "shrinked", to cough up blood while staggering back and throwing Nightwing to the ground.

"Grayson, take it!"

Alfred threw a syringe in his hand at the young master, whose face was covered in blood and who had thrown away his armor.

The latter, with a swollen nose and face, gritted his teeth and jumped up, caught the syringe in the air, and wrapped his legs around Bane's neck like a spider, holding the syringe with both hands and fiercely inserted the thing into the poison jar behind Bane.

The moment this thing was injected into the poison jar, the toxin that Bane relied on for survival was quickly purified.

The cursed unicorn blood is still pure blood, and this sacred thing is very effective against all artificial toxins.

"Ah! Get out of here!"

Bane screamed and pushed the young master away.

He also fell from the edge of the Batcomputer platform into the puddle below in a mess. He struggled to grab the tube connected to the back of his head, and for the first time actively rather than passively pulled the thing off his body.

But it was too late.

The unicorn blood and the antidote took effect at the same time, and Bane's strong but weird figure quickly recovered to his sturdy and healthy body.

He could feel a sense of relief that he had never felt before, but at the same time, the curse of taking the cursed unicorn blood also climbed up like a shadow.

He began to hate all light and everything in front of him!

The heavy sin weighed on his heart, making Bane, the king of tough guys, even feel guilty for a moment and cry with his head in his hands, so that he thought he must be crazy!

"Boom"

A loud mechanical sound also sounded on the high platform.

Alfred and others turned around and saw that the bat fighter that was originally locked on the platform was slowly taking off.

"Did you unlock it?"

The old butler exclaimed.

The next moment, Mason's answer came:

"No, I didn't unlock it, I just destroyed it. I don't think a lock worth 10 million dollars can't even have a function like 'restore to factory settings'.

Sorry, but Batman may need to spend a little more money to install a new lock for himself.

Alfred, let me confirm.

The weapon system of the Batfighter is in non-lethal mode, right?"

Alfred immediately realized what Mason was going to do. The old butler covered in blood finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the railing next to him, whispering:

"Fire, no one will die."

"Got it!"

Mason, sitting in the cockpit, spread out the red fire button.

The Batfighter's weapon system went online, and a bat-shaped aiming frame locked onto the "Purified" Bane who was holding his head and screaming in the pool.

The next moment, the black large-caliber machine gun rotated, and in just a few seconds, Bane and the pool were buried under the collapsed rock wall.

"Successfully completed an outstanding craftsmanship, excellent quality, and precision technology equipment cracking, and the engineering skill proficiency increased by X40, currently at Lv3."

Looking at the skill upgrade prompt that popped up in front of him, Mason released the fire button.

He let out a long breath, patted the control panel full of buttons beside him, and slowly stopped the ghost-like bat fighter on the platform below the bat cave in a very unskilled manner.

When he jumped out of the fighter cabin, he patted the outer shell of the thing and secretly vowed:

"Such a powerful plane, I must buy one when I have money in the future!"