What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have

Chapter 21: Bane strikes

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Bane withdrew his big hand covered with brain matter and blood, and gently crushed it as if he was a pile of horse urine.

He shook off the white slime on his hand in disgust and let the headless corpse spurting blood fall to the floor. "Gutter rubbish. You are stupid enough to try to spy on me."

He kicked the body into a corner and said, "What's even more stupid is that you didn't run away immediately after I found you."

"We're sorry, Bane! This guy is an undead zombie. We clearly pierced him with a sneak attack..."

"Ah-ah, say no more, my friends."

Bane paid no attention to his panting men, and soon the sharp-taloned assassin of the Court of Owls was forgotten. He relaxed his muscles, his broad chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.

"Relax. Feel it with me."

Bane's three men looked at each other. They could not smell anything except the strong smell of blood.

"Feel what, Bane?"

"You looked out into the street... What did you see?"

"It's empty," the caveman and the zombie man answered one after another, "It's dead."

"A city accustomed to its own terror tastes fear," said the birdman.

"Yes, that's right. This is your power, Bane. You made them feel terrified."

"They are going to bring in the military against you, but they don't understand what they are facing."

They flattered cautiously: "They are only worthy of trembling at your feet."

My master.

The men did not say it out loud, they were silently reciting it in their hearts.

"No."

But Bain's answer was beyond their expectations.

"That's not the case!" Bain suddenly growled in a low voice: "You didn't feel it at all."

"Batman has been looming over this city for too long. Gotham City was once the largest drug production and trading center in the United States! The largest human trading market! The most prosperous gambling city!"

He opened his arms, as if embracing the darkness that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Gotham is a criminal's paradise! For so many years, the US government has been cramming criminals from all over the country into Blackgate Prison.

Then they will soon be released on bail, medical parole, escape from prison, and transform into citizens of Gotham.

The so-called Gotham has been a super prison since the beginning. They wish all the scum would kill each other to death until someone comes out to stop them from treating Gotham as a trash can!"

He laughed sarcastically and said, "Before Batman was born, public security in the United States was ten times better than it is now!"

"You said Gotham fears me? That's ridiculous."

"Not only is Gotham not afraid, she is excited! How vicious, she is actually excited!"

"Finally someone is going to defeat the Bat, finally someone is going to kill the Bat, and those scumbags, gangsters, and villains can finally return to their past free and unfettered criminal lives."

"The silence on the streets is not because of fear, but because of anticipation! They are excited and looking forward to it. Everyone hates Batman. They want Batman dead! The scum hates bats, the rich and powerful hate bats, even the old women who work in the powder factory hate bats!"

"Batman tried to save Gotham? Stop talking bullshit. Gotham doesn't want to be saved at all. This bitch just wants to fall into depravity forever!"

Bane felt it, he could feel it.

Gotham was like a cruel mother, egging him in his ear, urging him to murder her only son, the wounded fighter.

This vicious bitch, flirting in front of him, posing like a queen, demanded that he pass those dirty tests of ignorant fools, prove his greatness and strength to her, and then...

To pick the laurel that has never been touched—

Murder Batman!!!

This is really...

It’s my honor.

He sat back on the sofa, his body unconsciously tensed and leaned forward, this action made his body slightly hunched. But this not only did not damage his dignity, but instead made him look like a beast ready to attack.

"You three, leave this building as quickly as possible. Surrender to the army directly, and I will come back to you later. I can't move freely while you are here."

Bane's voice was low, but surprisingly high-pitched, like the roaring magma surging underground.

The light shone through the curtains and onto his bulging biceps, making him look like a real iron man.

His three men left in a hurry. They had no doubt about Bane's decision and did not dare to question it.

Bain sat on his sofa, looking up, waiting quietly.

The long street was dead silent, with no one around.

"Zizizizi... The M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks and M2A3 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles are ready..."

"receive."

"The M109A6 self-propelled howitzers and M777 howitzers are already in place."

"receive."

Somewhere in Gotham, this is the National Guard's field command center.

Mayor Carlo turned his head and looked at Jim Gordon who looked unhappy beside him: "Hey, Jim, don't always look so sullen, you don't really think I'm a fool. How did you say that sentence?"

“Despise the enemy strategically and take him seriously tactically.”

"We deployed nearly 40,000 National Guard troops, tanks, machine guns, heavy machine guns, armored vehicles, and even semi-automatic missiles."

Mayor Carlo couldn't help but complain.

"This kind of military configuration is enough to capture any small African country. Gordon, you have been a policeman in Gotham City. Have you really forgotten how terrifying modern weapons are?"

"It's not like we haven't seen those so-called extraordinary people before, but in the face of real modern military force, everything is rubbish."

Mayor Carlo said proudly, "This is all thanks to the accurate location you provided, Gordon. In my opinion, as long as we relocate all the residents around here, we can just use missiles to wipe out the area. Not to mention Bane, even a man made of iron will be melted into water. There is no need to bother Batman at all."

"So that's why you talk down on Batman so much on TV?"

"Oh, come on, Gordon!" Mayor Carlo hooked Gordon's neck in a familiar manner: "That was just a means to attract Bane. Didn't you adjust the TV signal yourself to ensure that Bane would be attracted by the TV program?"

"This is also a means to attract voters and the strongest way to canvass votes to show everyone your tough image." Gordon pushed away his hooked arm and ruthlessly exposed Mayor Carlo's words.

"Tsk—people all need some spiritual support. But Gordon, do you really think it is a sane choice for people to put all their hopes on a masked vigilante?"

Carlo lay back in his chair without a care in the world.

"No matter how powerful Batman is, he is only one person. I don't deny his contributions to Gotham over the years, and I have absolutely no ill feelings towards him. But you have to know that in front of the violent machine of the state, the power of an individual is insignificant. Human beings are essentially collective creatures."

Mayor Carlo opened his hands and made a virtual grabbing motion in the air.

“There is strength in numbers.”

He said: "People should regain their confidence in the government instead of pinning their hopes on individual heroes. Don't you think that the current fanatical admiration for Batman is a dangerous signal? They don't trust the police, they only trust Batman."

"No matter how much we discredit Batman on TV, we have to admit that Batman's influence on the public has gone beyond the normal scope."

"Remember the old Harvey Dent? The Dent Act, hahahaha, famous, ha! Then Dent turned bad, and the Act ended."

Mayor Carlo said: "Only a stable organization like the government can guarantee the stability of the city in the long run. Even if I die today, this seamless machine can still operate normally."

"The government's credibility must be restored, starting with bringing all these super criminals to justice today."