It’s no longer about those simple, unsympathetic negative emotions… It’s no longer about the instinct of dinosaurs to eat raw meat and drink blood, or sitting in a cave and listening to the sound of prehistoric hail hitting branches…
It is not the memory of the Joker's righteous yet crazy, circus-like joy, or the memory of Bane Bat exercising his body day after day.
But pain.
When the hand was chopped off, the confused scream of the elbow nerves... turned into wails as the blood spurted out.
The feeling of having strong legs, and the angel of death injecting poison and tearing them apart with brute force...
The plump muscle groups and fibers broke one by one, and the joint head was pulled out of the joint socket with the connecting tendons, making a slight popping sound.
The spine was broken and stretched, and a life-sustaining tube was inserted. Every midnight dream was awakened by phantom pain in the limbs. It was the remaining nerves in the broken ends that were falsely reporting that they could not connect to the limbs and could only send confused questions to the brain.
Batman endured this kind of pain for 30 years. And when Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bat, all the pain of the past 30 years was instilled into his mind.
Chen Tao's temples were throbbing, and this time, he couldn't transform his brain into the silicon-based body of a car to stop the physical spasm.
Chen Tao felt like a little mermaid whose fish tail turned into legs, and he suffered great pain every step he took - although this metaphor was a bit strange, it was undoubtedly very appropriate.
His brain, lungs and heart were still human, but the rest... were all dark gray nanorobots.
call…
Chen Tao cancelled his transformation, and the intense pain receded like the tide. Silvery-white particles wrapped around him, dispelling the gray and black on his body, revealing his muscular and scarred body.
Chen Tao's figure flashed again in the training field. Silver-white particles gathered, and the face of the Joker dyed the green scales of the Bat Dinosaur into pale white. The next moment, the metal structure of the Batmobile exploded on his face again, constantly reconstructing into the body of a dinosaur...
The venom can of Bane Bat emerged behind him, and then was swallowed by the metal body, protected behind layers of exhaust pipes and rubber tires... The next moment, Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bat, and all the assembled combinations suddenly collapsed and turned into black nanorobots...
A few dozen minutes later.
Chen Tao put on casual clothes, walked down the stairs to leave the practice room, went up to the second floor of the Bat Cave, and slowly returned to the chair in front of the Bat Computer and sat down.
"Alfred, are you still following Clark Kent in Metropolis?"
Chen Tao took the drink and sandwich handed to him by Alfred: "Have we found him?"
Alfred paused.
"I'm afraid not, Grandpa."
He said: "Louise Lane got a promotion, and a photographer named Jimmy Olsen appeared under her. This young man was assigned to her a day ago."
Alfred continued, "We tracked Lex Luthor's movements, but Clark Kent still hasn't shown up."
"That Diana Prince from Boston... never mind."
Chen Tao knew that such a weak thought should not appear. If the people he had previously told him about appeared, Alfred would definitely notify him immediately. He didn't say anything, which meant that the person had not been found. He was just being weak by asking proactively now.
And Batman is not supposed to be weak.
Chen Tao patted his face and his expression became stern again.
Even if you want to retire, you should do so with the blessings of your colleagues and enjoy your old age, rather than running away like a dog, right
"I'm Batman."
Chen Tao thought: "Before I take off this suit, I have to at least finish what I should do - what Batman should do."
The atmosphere was silent for a while.
"Master Bruce, you don't have to worry too much about nuclear weapons."
Alfred said, "Whoever got that nuclear bomb, unless he plans to quietly detonate it when no one can find him, and directly create a beautiful mushroom cloud in Gotham, otherwise he will definitely use it, you know, like a million pounds."
(Note: "The Million Pound Bank Note" is a novel by Mark Twain, about a poor American boy who uses a million-pound note to buy prostitutes everywhere. Here Alfred means that whoever gets a nuclear bomb will definitely use it for nuclear blackmail.)
"As long as he shows up," Alfred said, "we can find him and kill him."
Chen Tao nodded.
Scarecrow, the Court of Owls, Bane, Lincoln March, the detonator of the nuclear bomb must be in the hands of one of these enemies of his.
And he wants to defeat them all, one by one!
"Give the Mad Hatter's hat to Lucius." He said to Alfred, "Let him quickly figure out Tetch's hat trick. He doesn't need to fully understand it, but just make sure Tetch can't do anything with it."
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"You got your reward... Penguin, our agreement will continue."
Oswald Copperpater looked at the corpse in front of him with a smile. The man in front of him had a strange blue skin and golden hair growing from his forehead to the back of his head, like a crown - a fake crown.
He is Emperor Penguin, Penguin's former protégé and the one-time heir to his vast criminal empire... if he hadn't been stupid enough to betray his mentor.
After being defeated by Batman, he was deemed a sane criminal and was thrown into Blackgate Prison instead of Arkham Asylum.
The Penguin made a deal with Bane to get him, so Bane broke his neck when he swore allegiance to him.
"Of course go ahead… Bane. You may be a killer by nature, but you're a man of your word."
"I will pay back to Ogilvy what he did to me years ago," said the Penguin, "and you and I are birds of a feather, my throbbing friend."
"The goods you want are ready."
The Penguin Man patted the iron monster beside him, and his flesh palms hit the fine iron, making a banging sound.
"I spent a lot of effort to get more than 20 M1A2 main battle tanks, more than 2,000 M4 carbines, M249 machine guns, M240 machine guns, M136 anti-tank rocket launchers, M203 grenade launchers, and M2A3 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles..."
His hooked nose and quick mouth rattled off a long list of weapon names, boasting about how difficult it was for him to get them:
"I dare say that there are no more than five arms dealers in the United States who can wholesale so many weapons to you in such a short time as I can, and I am the only one who can get you tanks."