The phone in the control room rang.
Commissioner Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
He pushed the table aside with a click, stood up, walked to the phone with clacking steps, picked up the receiver with a click, and said:
"Hello, I'm Commissioner Gordon."
He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and soon this premonition reached its peak.
"What? Didn't you say to cover it with artillery fire? Are you kidding?"
Cold sweat broke out on Jim Gordon's forehead:
"Why should we send all the remaining 20,000 people forward? That would be meaningless and would only increase casualties!"
He slammed his hand on the table. "Mayor Carlo and I have already made a decision. Whose orders did you convey?"
"I'm sorry, Chief Gordon, this is the order I received." The signalman on the other end of the phone said politely: "And Chief Gordon, your command has been relieved, and the troops must set out now, go..."
"Asshole, I'm going to find Carlo!"
"Is there a clown in his head? I will never allow such a stupid fate..."
With a bang, the door was pushed open and two burly soldiers came in with assault rifles on their backs.
The two uninvited guests who broke in with guns made everyone in the command room nervous, and many Gotham police officers put their hands on their waists.
In the microphone next to Gordon's ear, the communicator continued:
"... and sorry, in order to prevent you from doing anything drastic, we must..."
The two soldiers said:
"…I have to take you to the holding cell for now. I'm sorry, Chief. Please."
Director Gordon took off his glasses. He was no longer young, with wrinkles on his face and gray hair creeping up his temples.
The muscles all over his body that had expanded when he was young had become weaker with the passage of time, and his height had also shrunk a little.
"Don't stop me." Gordon took off his glasses and stared at the two tall soldiers' eyes from bottom to top: "Carlo told me..."
"This is Mayor Carlo's order." The soldier was very polite, but firmly interrupted him: "And the mayor's order is that he does not want to see you. I'm sorry, but we are just following orders, Chief."
The two of them took off the assault rifles on their backs and held them in their hands.
Gordon took a deep breath.
"Keep an eye on Bane's three men."
He told his men.
So, when Jim Gordon followed the two soldiers out of the makeshift command room, he saw in the sunset, teams of soldiers running forward at the shouts of their superiors, the rumbling sounds of tanks and armored vehicles, and the endless lines of people ready to go on the long street.
"That's right, no matter how strong he is, he is just one person!"
"1! 2! 3!"
"Capture Bane alive!"
"The third column! The third column!"
"Don't worry, soldiers! We are all human beings. With so many of us, even if everyone spits, we can drown Bane!"
Gordon felt a little regretful.
Mayor Carroll's decision was definitely out of character, if he hadn't urged Batman to avoid the National Guard, if Batman had been here...
He looked worriedly at the regular army that was coming like a tide.
Can they really defeat Bane
"We have tanks." A soldier beside him saw his worry and couldn't help but speak up: "20,000 troops, plus countless armored vehicles and 20 tanks. I heard that the guy called Bane is a superhuman, huh?"
"How many divisions can a parahuman defeat?"
A soldier next to him said, "The previous 2,000 people failed to catch him, so why can't 20,000 people catch him?"
What else could Gordon say? He sighed again.
"I hope so."
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"Batman, are you going to take action?"
Robin swallowed.
In the distance, Ms. Vic's feet were entangled in vines. She used two samurai swords to stick into the ground, but to no avail. Finally, she was pulled into the sky amid screams.
The dog welder rushed forward, holding tightly in his hand the dead dog he had taken out from somewhere. But the next second he was knocked away by the plant fist that rose up from under the plant master's feet, and rolled dozens of times on the ground with his limbs twisted, but the next second he got up as if nothing had happened and continued to rush forward.
Robin whispered to Chen Tao: "Don't think I don't know, um..."
Originally Robin wanted to say, "Don't think I don't know that you can turn into a dinosaur and a car now", but he soon realized that the Batman in front of him was not the Bruce Wayne he knew before who was good at beating others, but a completely new personality.
So he changed the subject and asked, "Do you plan to do it yourself?"
On the other side, the Plant Master took another bite of the swamp monster's rhizome. Countless trees and herbs gathered towards his body frantically and then became part of him. His body, which was originally nearly two meters tall, was gradually expanding and becoming more and more inhuman.
Chen Tao thought for 0.1 seconds, then said decisively: "I have never been good at fighting."
"Help me, Batman!!! If you don't come to help me I'm going to die!!! I will curse you forever in hell!!!"
The Cheshire Cat, with the assistance of Count Vertigo and Death Shooter, was fighting the Plant Master alone, but he couldn't hold on any longer.
Seeing Batman and Robin standing leisurely by, pointing and talking, whispering to each other, and chuckling from time to time, just like primary school students on a spring outing, he couldn't help but feel angry.
"I'm going on strike!" she yelled, "I'm a cat! Not a donkey!"
She shouted loudly: "If you don't help me, I will lead this big guy to your side!"
Ms. Vick finally swung her knife and cut off the vines that were holding her legs and pulling her up into the air.
She lay on the ground, panting, no longer having any of the elegance and composure of a British aristocrat.
"Yes!" she echoed loudly. "We need help!"
She stuck her samurai sword into the ground, then leaned against a tree exhausted, gasping for breath: "I really can't take it anymore, I feel dizzy, the thing I hate most in my life is roller coasters! Ugh! I feel like I'm about to—"
Before she finished her words, she vomited a disgusting mass of vomit at the roots of the tree, which profoundly demonstrated the truth that even beautiful women can vomit.
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As Ms. Vic screamed as she was dragged up into the sky by the vines again, Chen Tao sighed and slowly walked out.
His temperament was so outstanding and his expression was so calm that the Plant Master could not ignore his existence at all.
The plant master stopped what he was doing. He ignored the Cheshire cat who was breathing heavily and hid to the side, staring at the man in front of him.
"Oh, why do I have to take action every time?" Chen Tao sighed.
He took a step forward!
In an instant, silver-white illusory particles roared and groaned on his body, and his body suddenly rose taller in an instant.
Step 2!
Sharp teeth and claws replaced his ordinary limbs, and the silver-white particles curled back to cast golden arm armor on his arms.
Step 3!
A giant green dinosaur in a bat costume appeared at the position where Chen Tao had just been, and roared towards the sky!
The scene, which looked like the transformation of the Gold Saint, stunned the Plant Master so much that he didn't even have time to attack during the transformation.
"Red of all living things?"