"Go away, I'm running away, stop! Don't talk about $200 million, I'm afraid I can't stand the temptation. No matter how much money you have, you will still die..."
"That's right, you have to live. Lawton (the original name of Deadshot), if you cooperate with the Cheshire Cat, you still have a chance to survive."
Death Shooter paused and stared at the ventriloquist walking out of the corner with an ugly expression. This old bastard had been acting like a coward just now, but now...
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I didn't want to either, but Batbaby asked me to do it!"
The ventriloquist uttered words of apology, but the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun in his hand was pointed at him. The glasses on his round, fat face were shining with a faint light.
"Don't force me to do it, Lao Dun."
A darker and hoarse voice emerged from the baby bat doll in his hand.
Deadshot's heart sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you..."
"——If you don't attack him, I will attack you."
Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist for his assist.
Good! You know how to supervise the team.
"Fuck!"
Deadshot cursed. The ventriloquist was right. With the Cheshire Cat in front, they would have no problem holding on for more than a minute. But if he and the ventriloquist got into a fight now, there would be a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
, it will undoubtedly lead to an even more ugly death.
He picked up the rocket launcher that was thrown on the ground.
"One minute!" He cursed: "Just one minute!"
Then he raised the rocket launcher and fired one at Bane.
Empty!
"Get out of the way!"
The Cheshire Cat, who was dodging left and right, was almost blown into the sky by this shot. She jumped and rolled to the side, breathing heavily, and her voice could no longer be cold.
"Asshole, you dog! You almost blew me up!"
Countdown: 50 seconds.
Boom!
The violent fire and thick smoke enveloped Bain, but Deadshot knew very well that a weapon of this level could only knock back the opponent and could not do anything to the opponent.
He fired continuously, then took three steps and 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 at all. Instead, he looked at Deadshot, and then shot out towards him like lightning. Every shot of his
A sprint is almost like teleportation.
Bang bang bang!
With the sound of four gunshots, the four lights that had been illuminating the scene exploded almost at the same time. Bain's footsteps paused slightly, but the silvery-white moonlight still guided Bain's way forward.
Boom!
The place where Deadshot had just disappeared was kicked open by Bane, and construction debris was scattered into the sky like vegetation rolled up by a lawnmower.
Before Deadshot, who was hiding elsewhere, had time to rejoice, he saw several steel bars and boulders hitting him accurately.
"Ah!"
Deadshot screamed. He barely dodged the steel bar that could kill him, but was still hit on the shoulder by a boulder.
Hell, Bane wasn't fooled by him at all!
Bane is the master of escape after Batman and Mister Miracle, and Deadshot's tricks in front of him are just a trick.
This trick he played not only failed to delay the time, but also allowed Bain to take advantage of his plan and unexpectedly injured him.
Empty!
Empty!
Empty!
Even though his shoulder was injured, Deadshot still fired three shells in a row. This continuous shooting method can maximize the power of the explosion, at least it can block...
Then Deadshot just watched helplessly as the three bazooka shells he had just fired were caught by Bane with his bare hands, and then he threw them all back like an ancient Greek demigod throwing javelins.
The round cannonball head was reflected in his pupils.
"fuck you."
Countdown: 30 seconds.
Boom—boom!
The gravel fell like raindrops, and Deadshot vomited a mouthful of blood, feeling burning pain on his back. Thanks to his excellent armor, he did not die suddenly on the spot.
He wanted to get up and run away, but in despair he found a huge boulder pressing down on his hind legs. He looked at Bain, who was so rested, with despair in his eyes.
Haha, the person who is best at using shooting weapons in the world was actually killed by his own cannonball. Is this the funniest joke of the century?
The Cheshire Cat wanted to run away, but without his restraint, Bain quickly caught her.
With one punch, Deadshot watched helplessly as the Cheshire Cat rolled on the ground like a football and plowed the ground. Finally, after knocking away a pile of construction debris, it lay there motionless.
Countdown: 20 seconds.
Deadshot laughed miserably, and then spat out another mouthful of blood.
His internal organs were probably damaged, right? But it didn't matter anymore. He watched Bain indifferently as he walked towards him step by step.
He thought of his entire life, scene after scene, turning before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Damn it, he was beaten so hard that the dead shooter wanted to laugh.
His poor boyhood, his dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that penetrated the bodies of his parents and sister, his broken life, his military career, becoming a mercenary, and——
Daughter.
"Zoe..."
Countdown: 10 seconds.
So.
This is the end.
This was the end of Floyd Lawton's life.
Bright moon...you are dark yet bright.
……
……
……
The world breathes, groaning after heat waves and explosions.
There is no military power 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 Bain here.
Countdown: 3 seconds.
Bane stretched out his hand to Deadshot, that fatal, all-ending caress——
2 seconds.
His rough palms rubbed against Deadshot's throat.
1 second.
"Go to hell."
0 seconds.
"Bae——um——"
This roar seemed to come from a far away place, but also seemed to be close to my ears.
The sky trembles and the white night is terrifying!
Bain slapped his palm, and he suddenly turned back. At the top of the garbage mountain, his whole body was trembling, and he looked at the god-like ultimate nightmare.
Buzz!!!
Like a void bomb exploding in the air, a cold sense of shock swept across Bain's huge and terrifying body, making the hairs all over his body stand up.
What kind of look is that!
The bottomless darkness roared hysterically in his eyes, and the surging momentum came like a tsunami. The air he exhaled was like the coldest north wind, with biting coldness, and like the Arctic Ocean.
A glacier that never melts!
He simply stood there, but it was like a mountain falling from the sky on the earth!
【If you take another step forward, you will die!】
This is what his body told him.
Bane knows that Batman never kills.
He is a good man and a superhero. Superheroes all have a rule of thumb, right?
But...
He felt like even his genes were roaring and warning him:
【Take another step forward and you will die!!!】
Bain knew that even if the bat tried to kill him, it would not be able to kill him. He had full confidence in his body.
But... so what if you know!
The fact is that every drop of his blood, every muscle, and even every hair is roaring to him:
【To move forward is to die!!!】
Bane doesn't know how the bat does it.
He didn't know how the bat launched this death threat to his body that was like a biological hormone response. It was impossible, it was unscientific, but it was something Batman had done, so it seemed very reasonable. p>
The real master of Gotham City roared and roared in front of him, demonstrating his sovereignty. The bat lifted his wings and cast a shadow, shining on this moment, this place, announcing the arrival of the Son of Gotham! So Bain left Deadshot behind, jumped a few times, and disappeared behind the garbage pile and car wreckage.
In the extreme eastern sky, the first ray of dawn ripped through the skirt of the night like a sharp sword at this moment, revealing that nightmarish figure. He stepped on the rays of light and swept away the darkness in all directions in the world.<
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The red sun rises in the east, its path is bright.