Chapter 1452: Research on Manipulation (End)

Bruce was awakened by the chaos and noise. He heard the footsteps of armed men rushing in, just like the chaotic footsteps of gang fights outside the window that he heard many nights in Gotham East.

Suddenly, the damp and musty smell in the cramped room and the atmosphere of the moonlight and night wind blowing the curtains as usual came back.

Bruce woke up and heard someone yelling. It might be Amanda. She took Bane away and put him in a harsh sensory deprivation cell.

Bruce couldn't make an accurate judgment because the drug-like hallucination hadn't disappeared. He had cleaned up less than one-tenth of the redundant code he had created for himself. Perhaps he would be accompanied by hallucinations for a long time.

But Bruce felt it was worth it because he had just figured out one thing - the key to how Schiller manipulated him.

But first, he had to find Bane.

It's not that Bruce didn't hear what Bane said to him, but he was busy typing code at that time and had no time to reply, but all the words were recorded truthfully. When he pulled himself out of the bottom of his mental space, he began to carefully ponder the information.

The most eye-catching thing was not Bane's story about his life. Bruce had actually guessed some of it. What really interested Bruce was Bane's story about what he did before killing him.

On the second day after Bane was taken to the sensory deprivation cell, he heard Bruce's voice appear outside his door.

"Hello, Bane."

Bane believed that he had good emotional control ability. Years of torture made him as cold as a piece of iron, but when Bruce's brisk tone appeared outside the door, his arm muscles still unconsciously tightened, and his anger made him eager to tear something apart.

"I won't say anything. This is a reward for you." Bane said.

"Nothing, I just want to ask, you said before that if you want to kill me, you will break my spine, do you do this often?"

Bane was silent, he felt that Batman must have a mental illness, but unfortunately he did not have as deep knowledge in psychiatry as he did in surgery, which made him feel like he had learned too little.

"Listen, based on this, I boldly infer that you may have common sense in surgery, and your skills are much better than those doctors who put tubes into your brain, because the spine is the most delicate part of the human body."

"I only agree with your last sentence." Bane's voice still hid anger: "So when you demolish it, it's like destroying a fine work of art."

"Don't make these literary metaphors, I just want to know how much you know about the human spine?"

"Much more than you think, boy."

"Very good." Bruce reached out and patted the door and said: "Now I will rescue you, and then I will take you to a laboratory, where there will be a bed and all the equipment for surgery, which is definitely more advanced than all the equipment you have ever seen, because I participated in the design and layout of this laboratory."

"There is a special container in this laboratory, which contains a nano-control device, which is installed on the human spine. It can completely control human actions through some principles that you will not understand even if I tell you. I need you to install them on my spine."

Bane was completely silent.

"Do you really know what you're talking about?" Bane spoke after a long while, his tone revealed a doubt he had never had before. He was silent for a while, and then hesitantly asked: "Are you crazy?"

"I am."

Bane felt that silence was no longer suitable for expressing his current feelings. He seemed to adjust his posture and said: "If I heard correctly, you are going to let a mercenary who just framed you into a special detention cell, who kills without blinking an eye and just said he wanted to kill you, perform a surgical operation on you, and let him hold a sharp knife and do whatever he wants in the most delicate bone part of your body?"

"I don't know how to use anesthesia."

"You are indeed crazy."

"Will you do it?"

"No, why should I do this?" Bane refused. He panted a few times and cursed in an almost inaudible voice: "Damn it, no wonder Deathstroke told me that Gotham is full of crazy people!"

"Don't you want to know how I transformed Gotham? You help me with the operation, and I will tell you."

"Childish scam."

"Then will you do it?"

"Plus how you defeated loneliness."

"I can't guarantee this. I rarely feel lonely at any time. In my opinion, it is not something that needs to be overcome."

"Why?" Bane's tone was already full of doubts.

"I have been busier than you can imagine since I went to college, but I don't really want to talk about this part now. I'll ask you one last time, will you do it?"

"Deal."

About half an hour later, the two came to a laboratory. Bane looked at the situation here, and finally set his eyes on Bruce's face and asked, "When are you going to take off this ridiculous bandage?"

"Why should I take it off?"

"Do you think it's necessary to disguise now?"

"I'm not pretending." Bruce said as he slowly began to untie the bandage wrapped around his neck.

When he saw Bruce's face, Bane's eyes shrank suddenly, and he called out his name: "Bruce Wayne?"

It was not because he didn't know that Batman was Bruce Wayne. In fact, Bane knew it during the investigation. He called Bruce's name because he was not sure that the person in front of him was Bruce.

There were three long scars on Bruce's face, one from the forehead through the end of the eyebrow arch to the temple, one cut the nose and occupied half of the cheek, and another from the left corner of the mouth to the neck, which was very hideous from all angles.

"Before going to prison, Amanda will definitely check my injuries. It's useless to disguise them with dyes or makeup techniques, but my soul strength has increased a long time ago, so my self-healing ability is stronger than that of ordinary people. It may take a few months to recover, but there will be no scars."

Bruce explained in detail in a rare way, but it was not for the purpose of explanation. Then he emphasized: "So, you don't have to worry about your surgical skills. Normally I won't die."

Bane stood there silently, looking at Bruce's face and said: "I want to ask a question you once asked me-what does your home look like?"

"It's a manor... Let's get started."

Bruce took off his shirt and lay on the laboratory table in the middle On the top, he pointed to the cabinet next to him and said, "The tools are all there. All you have to do is cut open my back, expose at least three-quarters of my spine, and then pour the can directly on it."

"The only difficulty is that you can't damage the surrounding nerves, otherwise it will cause poor contact."

"You should know that I have a chance to break your spine directly, right?"

"If you want, you can do it, because when the nanocontroller is connected, whether the spine is broken or not does not affect the use."

"Mad man."

Bane went to get the tools. Bruce always felt that he seemed to have missed something while lying on the bed. He would not have such worries in the past, because his brain was clear at that time.

But now, even lying under the shadowless lamp, he saw everything in the details full of whirlpools, beauty and joy replaced reason and calmness, he was no different from a drug addict, so it was difficult to guarantee whether he had forgotten something.

When Bane stood beside him, he almost blocked all the lights. He didn't hesitate to hold the scalpel in his hand and slashed directly towards Bruce's back, but didn't cut it open.

Bane slightly widened his eyes, he used more force, and then stared at Bruce's back in confusion, saying, "What do you have on you?"

"What?"

"A layer of invisible cloth, very tough, this scalpel is in very good condition, but I don't feel any damage feedback."

Bruce suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something. In order to prevent him from being hurt, Diana, Clark, Hal, Oliver and others forced him to wear a magical clothing.

"Wait a minute." Bruce tried to concentrate and gave orders to this clothing with divine power. His friends said before that the clothes could be taken off in this way. After all, it was a protective measure, not handcuffs, and Bruce should have the freedom to deal with it.

Thanks to their understanding, Bruce quickly made the clothes on the back disappear.

Bane made the first cut, and then he used his superb skills to almost cut out Bruce's entire spine.

Bane took the jar and stared at Bruce's spine for a long time. When he unscrewed the cap, Bruce said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Break my spine."

Bane took a deep breath, he looked at the jar, the nanofluid surging in it was like silver waves, he pressed one hand on the lid of the jar, turned his head and looked at Bruce's slightly distracted eyes and said.

"I'm not an educator, but I've lived longer than you. Out of admiration for your willpower, I have to remind you, boy, that this self-destructive tendency is extremely dangerous. You should see a psychiatrist."

"I've seen one, and it's no big deal."

Bane was speechless. As he opened the can and poured the stuff in, he said, "I hope you're not seeing a psychiatrist in Gotham."

In the laboratory at Gotham University, Victor held his wife's waist, pressed the wound on his face, and took a breath. Schiller threw the replaced bandage into the trash can and said, "You should know that I have no experience in surgery, right?"

"Thank you, I just found out."

Nora smiled, looked at Schiller with slightly curved eyes and said, "You may want to ask why I'm not the one who changes the dressing. The fact is, I'm worse than having no experience in surgery."

"Yes, you have a veterinary certificate."

"Don't say that, dear. I'm much gentler to the furry little guys than to humans."

Nora's smile always carries a kind of coldness. It's not that she's in a bad mood, but her temperament. Schiller has no doubt that Nora is like a gentle and virtuous wife only when she lies in the freezer. The rest of the time, she may be more like a frozen man than Victor.

Suddenly, Nora's smile froze for a moment, and the coldness flew to her eyebrows. She looked at Victor and said, "Someone has moved the remaining nanocontrollers. I feel a weak connection signal."

Victor immediately looked at Schiller. Schiller frowned. Victor, who was familiar with Schiller, knew very well that something must have exceeded his expectations.

Nora raised her voice and said, "Someone wants to implant the remaining nanocontrollers into other people's bodies. They are doing so... It's too late. The neural access is complete!"

Schiller disappeared in front of the two in an instant.

In the space base, Diana was holding her cheek with her hand, flipping through the information in front of her with some boredom. The next second, she raised her head.

The sound of the coffee cup falling from her hand to the ground attracted Hal and Clark. They both turned to look at Diana.

Diana first opened her eyes wide, then frowned and said, "The power on Bruce's armor tells me that he is injured and is somewhere on the earth. Go there quickly!"

After several people hurriedly flew over the destination, they saw that the Florence Prison, located on the barren land, was foggy.