Knock knock knock!
Someone knocked on the window outside Chen Tao's van.
Chen Tao rolled down the window and saw that the gangster who had come to extort him had brought a group of more people with him and were standing outside his van, holding machetes and crowbars.
"Do you really think that you are Batman just because you are dressed like Batman? You really scared me just now..."
Chen Tao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He simply stretched out a hand, which turned into the wheel of an off-road vehicle that kept spinning. Then, while the other party was stunned, he hit him on the forehead with a bang.
"roll!"
When robbing in Gotham, he actually used a machete and physics to counter the second-generation Robin's holy sword. How low.
After watching the hooligans run away in a panic, Chen Tao changed his face and picked up the microphone.
"Hello, can you hear me? I'm glad you can hear me."
He held his throat and spoke into the microphone in the cool voice of a Cheshire cat.
"Good day, dear mercenaries."
Then he quickly switched to Deadshot's voice:
"I'm glad you didn't have any conflicts. Believe me, that's what I like to see. Now, untie Killer Croc."
Deadshot put on a face and didn't ask stupid questions like "Who the hell are you?"
He was evaluating in his mind whether or not he should continue to get involved in this mess.
He smelled a conspiracy. Yes, every story always started with a story like this: an evil mastermind who was hiding his true colors lured a young and ignorant mercenary.
Mercenaries don't take on just anyone - except for skilled and daring guys like Deathstroke, who is a superhuman and strong enough to kill any employer who tries to kill him.
But under normal circumstances, mercenaries are also mortals, and they can easily die on the spot if they are betrayed by their employers, so people like the Death Shooter will generally choose reliable employers through middlemen.
For example, the Ventriloquist has proven that he is a kind, pure, and law-abiding gangster, so Deadshot is here.
But what about this unknown mastermind
The Ventriloquist untied Killer Croc.
The beast jumped up from the ground with its fangs and claws bared. At such a close distance, the Death Shooter lowered the muzzle of his gun.
Fortunately, the big crocodile did not attack them. He ran into the pile of banknotes with shining eyes, picked up each banknote from the dust with heartache, and stuffed them back into the car carefully.
"Hey hey hey! I have $200 million, hey hey hey!"
The captain of the Javelin team was jealous and said, "Damn it, why is my salary only—"
Chen Tao switched to the sound of the javelin again:
"Don't envy Killer Croc. He just advanced his basic salary for the next four years—"
"And I am a generous employer. As long as you complete the tasks I have issued, I guarantee that in a few months, everyone present here will be able to go home with hundreds of millions of dollars. This is an unprecedented big job. It depends on whether you have the courage to accept it."
"… "
Death Shooter immediately made up his mind to get involved in this mess. Not for the money, but mainly because he liked taking risks.
Chen Tao rambled on and on about a bunch of nonsense, which he summed up as follows:
《I, Brother Fu! 》
Your Rich Employer
"Throwing Money"
On the use of money ability
This cake is big and round
In fact, Chen Tao is not a good public speaker, but it would be different if there were mountains of US dollars next to the audience when he was giving a speech.
On one side, there was the killer crocodile who was paying huge sums of money for horse bones, and on the other side, there was the naked threat of three other people banding together. So Slipknot pulled out a stiff smile, the tattooed man patted his belly happily, and the atmosphere quickly became heated.
The captain of the javelin team cheered: "Oh, great employer! You are so generous!"
His ugly act of licking the ass like an aria in Shakespeare's opera left the Death Shooter speechless.
"…Aren't you planning on not taking on subsequent missions?"
"I changed my mind."
Ugh, bah, you are just greedy for money. Death Shooter expressed his disdain.
Chen Tao continued:
"Then a temporary team is formed. I have already thought of a name for you. It is called the Suicide Squad."
"That's a really unlucky name."
"I'll give you an extra $100,000."
“What a great name.”
Who cares? It doesn’t cost any money to say nice things.
Anyway, Death Shooter breathed a sigh of relief. The current mission had been completed, and as for the next mission, as long as he was careful, he would surely be able to return home alive.
With $200 million, he might be able to retire and live with his daughter...
Chen Tao behind the screen also breathed a sigh of relief. After dealing with Bane, he might be able to retire and then be with the air...
"When I make $200 million, I will go back to my hometown and buy a big villa, and then my wife and I—"
puff!
It was like crushing a bunch of horse urine. The javelin captain's blond head with an eye patch was crushed like a watermelon by a big hand, and the javelin in his hand fell to the ground helplessly.
puff!
A few kilometers away, Chen Tao spat his coffee directly onto the live broadcast screen, then stood up suddenly and hit his head on the ceiling of the van.
Time seemed to slow down.
The Death Shooter's eyes widened, and he trembled when he heard the Cheshire Cat's sharp and distorted cry: "Enemy attack!!!"
He saw the huge figure... The half-naked upper body was muscular and full of bulging blood vessels, winding around his body like a python.
The most eye-catching thing is the bright green infusion tube connecting his head and arm, and the headgear...
"Baine!"
…
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…
Bane often felt as if he was falling into an empty void... a deep darkness that gathered into an ocean.
This is his cradle and also his tombstone.
But this did not limit his thinking in the slightest.
His soul broke free from the coffin and wandered in the white night where death and life coexisted.
He would find the bat monster, he would stand there, in its shadow, and fight him, and kill him! And his fear would die with it—
Then all of Gotham will be singing:
Holy crap, the great hero Bane has conquered the evil demon king - Batman!
Holy Bane, you rule over Gotham, more than any other!
But the brave's adventure is not always smooth sailing... The devil sent out his minions.
That beast with a green face and fangs, his defeated opponent, prostrated himself before the devil for money.
It bared its sharp fangs, trying to intimidate the powerful Bane.
But the brave will not be intimidated by him.
He swung an uppercut that swung like a pendulum, and Killer Croc was knocked back heavily and fell to the ground.
"I thought I had you broken, brute... and now I have to kill you."
The monster jumped up from the ground, its fanged mouth exuding a vicious breath... It roared, smashed its heavy fist on the hero's head, and its sharp claws tore at Bane's flesh.
"You want to be king of Gotham, huh? If it weren't for your juice, you wouldn't even be a competitor!"
Bane punched it in the face, knocking it to the ground again.
Another punch, and the gravel on the ground where its head was pressed flew everywhere.
Another punch, and half of the beast's head was embedded in the concrete.
Bane grabbed the wreckage of a nearby car and lifted it aloft—
"I don't need venom to kill bugs like you..."
Bang!
"Because I'm Bane!"
Bang!
"The nightmare of all stumbling blocks!"
Bang!
“Woe to All Living Creatures!”
Bang!!!
Killer Croc screamed loudly as the wreckage deformed, twisted, and then broke into pieces.
There was a gunshot, Bane dodged the bullet and turned his head.
His posture was as agile as a dolphin leaping out of the water, and his eyes were shining brightly in the white night where illusion and reality were intertwined.
Ah... Of course, the Demon King has other minions.