Chapter 8 Bane Attacks
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone knocked on the window outside Chen Tao's van.
Chen Tao rolled down the window and saw that the gangster who had come to blackmail him just now had brought more people with him and stood outside his van, holding machetes and crowbars.
"Do you really think that you are Batman just because you are dressed like Batman? You really fooled me just now..."
Chen Tao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He stretched out a hand and turned it into a spinning off-road wheel. Then, while the other party was stunned, he knocked on his forehead with a bang.
"Get lost!"
Robbery in Gotham actually used a machete and the physics-based anti-second-generation Robin Holy Sword. How low.
Watching the gangsters run away in a hurry, Chen Tao changed his face and picked up the microphone.
"Hey, can you hear me? It's good that you can hear me."
He pinched his throat and spoke to the microphone in the cold voice of a Cheshire cat.
"Good day, dear mercenaries."
Then he quickly switched to Death Shooter's voice:
"I'm glad you didn't have any conflicts. Believe me, this is what I want to see. Now, untie Killer Croc."
Death Shooter put on a face and didn't ask stupid questions like "Who are you?"
He was evaluating whether to continue to get involved in this mess.
He smelled the scent of conspiracy. Yes, it always started with such a story: an evil mastermind who was hiding his head and showing his tail lured a young and ignorant mercenary.
Mercenaries don't take on anyone's mission - except for guys like Deathstroke who are skilled and brave. He is a superhuman and strong enough to kill any employer who tries to kill him.
But under normal circumstances, mercenaries are also mortals. It is easy to die on the spot if they are betrayed by their employers, so people like Death Shooter usually choose reliable employers through intermediaries.
For example, the ventriloquist has proven that he is a kind, pure and law-abiding gangster, so Deadshot came here.
But what about this unknown mastermind...
The ventriloquist untied Killer Croc's rope.
The beast jumped up from the ground with its claws and teeth bared. At such a close distance, Deadshot lowered his gun.
But fortunately, the big crocodile did not attack them. He ran into the pile of banknotes with shining eyes, picked up each banknote from the dust with a heartache, and stuffed it back into the car carefully.
"Hey, hey, I have 200 million dollars, hey, hey!"
Captain Javelin was jealous and said, "Damn it, why is my salary only——"
Chen Tao switched to Javelin's voice again:
"Don't envy Killer Croc, he just advanced the basic salary for the next 4 years——"
"And I am a generous employer. As long as you complete the tasks I issued, I promise you that in a few months, everyone present will be able to take home hundreds of millions of dollars——This is an unprecedented big job. It depends on whether you have the courage to take it."
"..."
Death Shooter immediately made up his mind that he would get involved in this muddy water. It was not for money, but mainly because he liked to take risks.
Chen Tao babbled a lot of nonsense again, and the summary was:
"I, Brother Fu!"
"Your Rich Employer"
"Throwing Money"
"On the Use of Money Ability"
"This Pie, It's Big and Round"
In fact, Chen Tao is not a good speaker, but it would be different if there were mountains of US dollars next to the audience when he was speaking.
On one side, there were the money and the killer crocodile who was willing to pay a fortune for the horse's bones, and on the other side, there were the naked threats of the other three people. So Slipknot pulled out a stiff smile, and the tattooed man patted his belly happily, and the atmosphere soon became heated.
Captain Javelin cheered on the side: "Ah, great employer! You are so generous!"
He was like Shakespeare's opera aria, kneeling and licking ugly, which made Death Shooter speechless.
"...Aren't you going to take the follow-up mission?"
"I changed my mind."
Oh, ugh, a money-grubbing thing. Death Shooter expressed his disgust.
Chen Tao continued:
"Then the temporary team is established. I have already thought of the name for you. It is called the Suicide Squad."
"This is really an unlucky name."
"I'll give you an extra $100,000."
"This name is really great."
Who cares, anyway, good words don't cost money.
Anyway, Death Shooter breathed a sigh of relief. The current mission has been completed. As for the next mission, as long as he is careful, he will surely be able to return home alive.
With $200 million, he may be able to retire and live with his daughter...
Chen Tao behind the screen also breathed a sigh of relief. After dealing with Bain, he may be able to retire and live with the air...
"When I earn $200 million, I will go back to my hometown and buy a big villa, and then live with my wife--"
Puff!
It was like crushing a bubble of horse urine. The javelin captain's blond head with an eye mask was crushed by a big hand like a watermelon, and the javelin in his hand fell to the ground powerlessly.
Puff!
Chen Tao, who was a few kilometers away, spit out coffee directly on the live broadcast screen, then stood up suddenly and hit his head on the ceiling of the van.
Time seemed to slow down.
The death shooter widened his eyes and heard the sharp and deformed meow of the Cheshire cat trembling: "Enemy attack!!!"
He saw the huge figure... The half-naked upper body was muscular, and the blood vessels bulged, winding around his body like a python.
The most eye-catching thing was the bright green infusion tube connecting his head and arms, and the headgear...
"Baine!"
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Baine often felt like he was falling in a vast void... The deep darkness gathered into an ocean.
This is his cradle and his tombstone.
But this cannot limit his thoughts at all.
His soul broke the coffin and wandered in the white night where death and vitality coexisted.
He wanted to find the bat monster, he wanted to stand there, stand in its shadow, resist him, and finally kill him! And his fear would die with it-
At that time, the whole Gotham would sing:
Holy, the great hero Bane conquered the evil devil-Batman!
Holy, Bane, you rule Gotham, surpassing ten thousand people!
But the adventure of the hero is not always so smooth... The devil sent out his minions.
The beast with a green face and fangs, his defeated general. It crawled in front of the devil because of money.
It opened its fangs and teeth, trying to intimidate the powerful Bane.
But the hero will not be intimidated by him.
He swung an uppercut that swung like a pendulum, and Killer Croc was hit hard and fell to the ground.
"I thought I had you defeated, beast... and now I have to kill you."
The monster jumped up from the ground, its fanged mouth exuding a vicious breath... It roared, and smashed its heavy fist on the hero's head, and its sharp claws tore Bane's flesh.
"You want to be the king of Gotham, huh? If it weren't for your juice, you wouldn't even be a competitor!"
Bane punched it in the face, knocking it to the ground again.
Another punch, and the gravel on the ground where its head was close to flew.
Another punch, and half of the beast's head was embedded in the concrete.
Bane grabbed the wreckage of a car next to him and raised it high-
"I don't need venom to kill bugs like you..."
Bang!
"Because I am Bane!"
Bang!
"The nightmare of all stumbling blocks!"
Bang!
"The disaster of all living things!"
Bang! ! !
Killer Croc screamed loudly, and the wreckage deformed, twisted, and then broke into pieces.
A gunshot sounded, Bane dodged the bullet, and then turned his head.
His posture was as agile as a dolphin jumping out of the water, and his eyes were shining in the white night where illusion and reality intertwined.
Ah... Of course, the devil has other subordinates.