Time quickly came to the day of American Independence Day. Even Bateman had to put aside his job to participate in some celebrations. Although nationality is something external to Batman and Bruce Wayne, at least the superficial work
Still had to make something. So, Bruce Wayne spent tens of thousands of dollars to raid several pastry shops, and then made several trucks of Independence Day celebration cookies to distribute to the children in the Gotham Welfare Institution. Although these children
Everyone is already overweight.
Chen Mo happily took Cassandra to Gotham Stadium. According to his informant in the gang, a big boss from Gotham will make big news at the stadium recently.
Big boss, stadium, big news?
The three elements instantly reminded Chen Mo of something, such as Gotham's number one fitness coach, bone-setting master, and boxing king Bane.
Speaking of which, this man is also Batman's lifelong enemy, on par with the Joker!
I just don’t know when this guy came to Gotham, but that’s Batman’s business, what does it have to do with him, a melon-eater?
It just so happened that there was a large-scale baseball game in Gotham today, and all the dignitaries from Gotham were present. In the spirit of watching the excitement, Chen Mo immediately bought popcorn and Coke and sat in the seat with the best view.
Interpretation room.
The two old men in the commentary room expressed their stable mentality. After all, Chen Mo had lost real money when he entered the door. Looking at the gold nuggets in his arms, the two old men directly ignored Chen Mo and Cassandra and started talking.
Pay 100% attention to the situation on the playing field.
At the same time, the Gotham Police Department was also at full strength. Dozens of buses went to and from the port and prison, and thousands of prisoners were escorted to five ferries.
In Gotham's intricate underground passages, groups of armed mercenaries were also moving quickly. They followed the map in their hands and weaved all the way to Gotham's police stations, banks, government buildings and various factories.
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Now everything is ready, just wait for the signal!
And at the baseball game, America's old Stars and Stripes will sing their motherland well today as usual.
"This is completely different from what the magazine said!"
Chen Mo watched the band play and the lead singer came on stage, and he immediately started pointing out something wrong.
“Isn’t it public knowledge that Americans disdain this superficial form of expressing their patriotism?”
"What a superficial form, boy, don't listen to those guys' nonsense, when did we not sing?"
The old commentator immediately said fake news, telling Chen Mo to slap him in the face next time he saw such a nonsense idiot!
At this time, the music had started, and the clear children's voice slowly sang the starry flag.
"Flag...bunker..."
While the stars and stripes all over the stadium were immersed in the reverberating singing, Chen Mo was looking around. When he saw a few heads protruding from the players' tunnel, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
"yes!"
At this time, the song has reached its climax.
"In the land of the free, the home of the brave..."
The climax was then interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.
"boom!"
Immediately, hundreds of armed militants poured out from every corner of the arena and quickly took control of the entire audience.
"This is so freeing!"
While Chen Mo was sighing, a man nearly two meters tall, wearing a fur coat and a breathing mask, walked out under the escort of a group of boys.
"Cassandra, go plug this USB disk into the playback system!"
Chen Mo watched with interest as Bain took the microphone from the hand of a younger brother in full view of everyone.
Cassandra also inserted the USB flash drive into the broadcasting system. As the screen flashed, a red software automatically opened, and finally it popped up into a music playback interface.
When Bain took the microphone and was about to say hello to everyone, Chen Mo also pressed the button.
"The citizens of Gotham..."
This was what Bain said, but a strange musical prelude came from the speakers, and then, a song that everyone was familiar with.
"we're no strangers to love!"
As soon as the music started, everyone in the arena looked at each other in confusion, and the terrorists were also at a loss. Everyone thought their boss was messing around, but Bain himself didn't know what was going on. He thought he was hallucinating, so he spoke again.
"you know the rules and so do i!"
"???"
At this moment, everyone was even more confused. This was the first time they had seen terrorists singing songs without negotiating terms!
Bain, who was holding the microphone, knocked on the microphone and after confirming that he heard the echo of tom, he opened his mouth again.
"a full commitment's what i'm thinking of!"
With these three lines, some people who couldn't figure it out began to sing a chorus quietly, and the sound became louder and louder, and many terrorists also joined in with excitement.
Bain looked at his younger brother with a sullen face. The younger brother hurriedly took the microphone to adjust, but found that his voice was normal. But when Bain took it, his voice changed again.
“never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down!”
At this moment, Bain finally realized that this was a trap aimed at him!
Otherwise, why would the synthesized singing voice be exactly the same as his?
So he simply put down the microphone and stopped talking. Instead, he led people directly to the broadcast room. When passing by, he even smashed the big speaker, but it didn't help. His slightly unclear voice was still unclear.
Singing without emotion.
And when the boys came to the door of the broadcast room fully armed and prepared to break in with force, the door was kicked open by someone else, and several unlucky guys were kicked away with the door for more than ten meters.
Immediately, a burst of fog poured out of the room, instantly blurring everyone's vision.
"Batman!"
Bane immediately experienced an unexpected burst of ecstasy, smoke, blurry vision, and mysterious blows. Who else would do this except Batman?
So he immediately tossed his coat and rushed into the smoke, preparing to fight his old enemy for eight hundred rounds.
"Your fist is too weak, Batman!"
Bain, who was wandering around in the smoke, didn't forget to taunt him, and then he saw a long leg kicking him out of nowhere.
The moment he was kicked, Bain felt as if he had been hit by a dump truck. His eyes blurred and he was in close contact with the cement wall.
Then, a batarang flew to his ear with a whistle that broke the speed of sound. The force was so strong that most of the dart pierced the concrete pillar. Bain couldn't pull it off even with all his strength.
There is also a rope tied to the tail of the dart, and a small note hanging on it says this sentence.