What Bad Intentions Could Batman Have?

Chapter 11: Fleeing

"You just need to..."

"Get lost, I'm running away, stop! Don't talk about $200 million, I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation. No matter how much money you have, you have to live..."

"Yes, you have to live. Lawton (Dead Shooter's original name), there is still a chance to survive if you cooperate with the Cheshire Cat."

Dead Shooter paused, and he looked at the ventriloquist who came out from the corner with an ugly face. This old bastard, who had been a coward just now, now...

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I don't want to, but Bat Baby asked me to do this!"

The ventriloquist apologized, but the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun in his hand was tightly aimed at Dead Shooter. On his round fat face, his glasses flashed a faint light.

"Don't force me to do it, Lawton."

Something more gloomy and hoarse came out of the Bat Baby doll in his hand.

Death Shooter's heart sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you..."

"--If you don't attack him, I'll attack you."

Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist for his assist.

Good! You know how to supervise the team.

"Fuck!"

Death Shooter cursed. The ventriloquist was right. With the Cheshire Cat in front, they would definitely have no problem holding on for more than a minute. But if he and the ventriloquist had a fight now, with wolves in front and tigers behind, he would undoubtedly die more ugly.

He picked up the rocket launcher thrown on the ground.

"One minute!" He cursed: "Just one minute!"

Then he raised the rocket launcher and fired at Bane.

Nothing!

"Get out of the way!"

The Cheshire Cat, who was dodging left and right, was almost blown up by this shot. She jumped and rolled to hide to the side, gasping for breath, and her voice could no longer be cold.

"Asshole, you dog! You almost blew me to death!"

Countdown: 50 seconds.

Boom!

The intense flames and smoke enveloped Bane, but the Deadshot knew that weapons of this level could only repel the opponent and could not do anything to him.

He fired continuously, then took two steps at a time and rolled behind the ruins of a car.

Countdown: 40 seconds.

Bane jumped out of the smoke. The Cheshire Cat tried to continue to interfere with him, but Bane ignored her and looked at the Deadshot, then shot out at him like lightning. Every time he rushed, it was like teleportation.

Bang, bang, bang!

With four gunshots, the four lights that had been illuminating the scene exploded almost at the same time. Bane's footsteps paused slightly, but the silver-white moonlight still guided Bane's way forward.

Boom!

The place where the Deadshot had just disappeared was kicked by Bane, and the construction waste was scattered into the sky like vegetation rolled up by a lawn mower.

Before Death Shooter, who was hiding somewhere else, could rejoice, he saw several steel bars and boulders accurately hitting him.

"Ah!"

Death Shooter screamed. He barely avoided the steel bars that were enough to kill him, but was still hit on the shoulder by a boulder.

Damn it, Bane was not fooled by him at all!

Bane was an escape master second only to Batman and Mr. Miracle. Death Shooter's trick in front of him was simply a show of skill in front of an expert.

Not only did his trick fail to delay time, but Bane took advantage of his trick and injured him unexpectedly.

Empty!

Empty!

Empty!

Even with a shoulder injury, Death Shooter still fired three shells in rapid succession. This kind of continuous shooting method can maximize the power of the explosion, at least it can stop...

Then the Death Shooter watched helplessly as the three rocket shells he had just fired were caught by Bane in succession with his bare hands, and then thrown back with an action like an ancient Greek demigod throwing a javelin.

The round shell head was reflected in his pupils.

"Fuck you."

Countdown: 30 seconds.

Boom!

The gravel fell like raindrops, and the Death Shooter vomited blood and felt a burning pain on his back. Thanks to his excellent armor, he didn't die on the spot.

He wanted to get up and run away, but desperately found that a huge rock pressed down his hind legs. He looked at the leisurely Bane with despair in his eyes.

Haha, the person who is best at using shooting weapons in the world was killed by his own shells. Is this the funniest cold joke of the century?

The Cheshire Cat wanted to run, but without his restraint, Bane quickly caught her.

With one punch, the Deadshot watched the Cheshire Cat tumble and plow the ground like a football, finally knocking over a pile of construction waste and lying there motionless.

Countdown: 20 seconds.

The Deadshot laughed miserably, then vomited blood again.

Maybe his internal organs were damaged? But it didn't matter anymore, he watched Bane walk towards him step by step indifferently.

He thought of his entire life, scene by scene, turning before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Damn, he was beaten so badly that his memory was revealed. Deadshot wanted to laugh.

Poor boyhood, the dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that pierced his parents and sister, a broken life, a military career, becoming a mercenary, and--

daughter.

"Zoe..."

Countdown: 10 seconds.

So.

This is the end.

This is the end of Floyd Lawton's life.

Moon... you are dark and bright.

...

...

...

The world breathes, groans after the heat and explosion.

There is no military force here...

Except me.

There is no authority here...

Except me.

There is no hope here...

Except me.

There is no Batman here, no one else.

There is only Bane here.

Countdown: 3 seconds.

Bane reaches out to Deadshot, that fatal, ending caress--

2 seconds.

His rough palm rubbed the throat of the Death Shooter.

1 second.

"Go to hell."

0 seconds.

"Bane--"

The roar seemed to come from far away, but it seemed to be right next to my ear.

The earth trembled, and the white night was horrified!

Bane paused, and he turned back suddenly. At the top of the garbage mountain, he was trembling all over, staring at the ultimate nightmare like a god.

Buzz! ! !

It was like a bomb of nothingness exploded in the air, and the cold shock swept across Bane's huge and terrifying body, making his hair stand up.

What kind of eyes were those!

The bottomless darkness howled hysterically in his eyes, and the surging momentum came like a tsunami. The air he exhaled was like the most severe north wind, with biting cold, and like the glaciers on the Arctic Ocean that have not melted for thousands of years!

He simply stood there, but it was like a tidal wave falling from the sky on the earth!

[One more step forward, and you will die! ]

That's what his body told him.

Bane knew that Batman never killed people.

He was a good man, a superhero, and superheroes all had a rule of not killing, right?

But...

He felt that even his genes were roaring and warning him:

[One more step forward, and you will die! ! ! ]

Bane knew that even if the bat wanted to kill him, it would not be able to kill him, and he had full confidence in his body.

But... what does it matter if he knew it!

The fact is that every drop of his blood, every muscle, and even every strand of his hair were roaring at him:

[Moving forward means death! ! ! ]

Bane didn't know how the bat did it.

He didn't know how the bat could send this biological hormone-like death threat to his body. It was impossible and unscientific, but it was what Batman did, so it seemed very reasonable.

The real master of Gotham City roared and screamed in front of him, declaring his sovereignty. The bat lifted his wings and cast a shadow, illuminating this time, this moment, and this place, announcing the arrival of the son of Gotham!

So Bane left the dead shooter behind, and with a few leaps, he disappeared behind the garbage dump and the wreckage of the car.

In the far east, the first ray of dawn happened to tear open the skirt of the night like a sharp sword, reflecting the nightmare figure. He stepped on the glow and swept away the darkness in all directions of the universe.

The red sun rose in the east, and its path was bright.

The long night ended here.

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