"You just have 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 still have to live..."
"Yes, we have to survive. Lawton (Deadshot's original name), if you cooperate with the Cheshire Cat, you still have a chance to survive."
Death Shooter paused, and stared at the ventriloquist who came out from the corner with an unpleasant expression. This old bastard had been acting like a coward just now, but now...
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I don't want to, but Batbaby asked me to do it!"
The ventriloquist apologized, but the muzzle of his Thompson submachine gun was pointed at the dead shot. On his round, fat face, his glasses flashed a faint light.
"Don't make me do it, Lawton."
A more gloomy and hoarse voice came out from the Batbaby doll in his hand.
Death Shooter's heart sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you..."
"—If you don't attack him, I'm going to attack you."
Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist for his assistance.
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 be able to hold out for more than a minute. But if he got into a fight with the ventriloquist now, with a wolf in front and a tiger behind, he would undoubtedly die a more miserable death.
He picked up the bazooka that had been thrown to the ground.
"One minute!" he swore. "Just one minute!"
Then he raised his bazooka and fired at Bane.
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“Get out of the way!”
The Cheshire cat who was dodging left and right was nearly blown up into the sky by this bullet. She jumped and rolled to the side, gasping for breath, and her voice was no longer clear and cold.
"Asshole, you dog! You almost blew me to death!"
Countdown: 50 seconds.
boom!
Fierce flames and thick smoke enveloped Bane, but Deadshot knew very well that weapons of this level could only have a repulsive effect and could not do anything to the opponent.
He fired continuously, then took two steps at a time and rolled behind the ruins of a car.
Countdown: 40 seconds.
Bane leaped out of the smoke, and the Cheshire Cat tried to continue to interfere with him, but Bane ignored her and looked at the Deadshot, then shot towards him like lightning. Each of his sprints 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 silvery 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 the Death Shooter, who was hiding somewhere else, could rejoice, he saw several steel bars and boulders coming towards him accurately.
"ah!"
The Death Shooter screamed. He barely dodged the steel bars that were enough to kill him, but was still hit on the shoulder by a huge rock.
Hell, Bane wasn't fooled by him at all!
Bane is the escape master second only to Batman and Mister Miracle. Deadshot's tricks in front of him are simply a show of skill in front of an amateur.
This tactic of his not only failed to delay time, but also allowed Bane to take advantage of the situation and unexpectedly injured him.
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Even with a shoulder injury, the Death Shooter still fired three shells in rapid succession. This rapid shooting method can maximize the power of the explosion and at least stop...
Then, Deadshot watched helplessly as Bane caught the three rocket launcher shells he had just fired, and then threw them all back with an action like a Greek demigod throwing a javelin.
The round head of the cannonball was reflected in his pupils.
"fuck you."
Countdown: 30 seconds.
Boom!
The gravel fell like raindrops, and the Death Shooter vomited blood, with 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 found in despair that a huge rock was pressing down on his hind legs. He looked at Bane who was at ease, with despair in his eyes.
Haha, the person who is best at using shooting weapons in the world was actually killed by his own shells. Is this the funniest joke of this century
The Cheshire Cat tried to run, but without him restraining her, Bane quickly caught her.
With one punch, the Death Shooter watched helplessly as the Cheshire Cat rolled on the ground like a football, plowing the ground all the way, and finally knocked over a pile of construction waste and lay there motionless.
Countdown: 20 seconds.
The Death Shooter laughed miserably, then spat out another mouthful of blood.
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 after scene, passing before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
Damn it, he was beaten so badly that even the revolving lantern appeared. Death Shooter wanted to laugh.
The impoverished youth, the dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that pierced his parents and sister, the shattered life, the 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 the heat waves and explosions.
There is no military here...
Except me.
There is no authority here...
Except me.
There is no hope here...
Except me.
There is no Batman here, and no one else.
There is only Bane here.
Countdown: 3 seconds.
Bane reached out his hand to Deadshot, a fatal, final caress—
2 seconds.
His rough palm rubbed the Deadshot's throat.
1 second.
"Go to hell."
0 seconds.
"Bane-"
The roar seemed to come from far away, yet it seemed to be right next to my ears.
The earth trembles, and the day and night are horrifying!
Bane paused and turned back suddenly. At the top of the garbage mountain, his whole body trembling, he looked into the eyes of the god-like ultimate nightmare.
Buzz!!!
It was like a bomb from nothingness exploded in the air, and a cold and terrifying feeling swept through Bane's huge and terrifying body, making the hairs on his body stand up.
What kind of look is that!
The bottomless darkness howled hysterically in his eyes, and the surging momentum came like a tsunami. The air he exhaled was like the coldest north wind, bringing with it biting cold, and just like the glaciers on the Arctic Ocean that have not melted for thousands of years!
He was just standing there simply, but he looked like the sky crashing down to the earth like a tidal wave!
One more step and you will die!
That's what his body told him.
Bane knows that Batman never kills.
He's a good guy, a superhero, and superheroes have this iron rule of not killing, right
but…
He felt like even his genes were roaring and snarling at him:
One more step and you will die!!!
Bane knew that even if the bat wanted to kill him, it would be impossible for it to kill him. He had full confidence in his own body.
But... what does it matter if I know!
The fact is, every drop of his blood, every muscle, even every strand of his hair, is roaring at him:
To move forward is to die!!!
Bane didn't know how the Bat did it.
He didn't know how the bat could send this biological hormone-like death threat into his body. It was impossible and unscientific, but it was what Batman did, so it seemed very reasonable.
The true master of Gotham City roared and screamed in front of him, declaring his sovereignty. The bat flapped 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 Deadshot behind, took a few leaps, and disappeared behind the garbage dump and car wreckage.
At the far eastern horizon, the first ray of dawn was like a sharp sword tearing through the skirt of the night, revealing that nightmare figure. He stepped on the rosy glow, sweeping away the darkness in all directions of the universe.
The red sun rises in the east, and its path is bright.
The long and vast night ends here.