Bain's army chose to launch the attack at 6 p.m.
If you look down from mid-air, you can see a swarm of ants as dark and dull as a tide leaving Blackgate Prison. They either cling to several cross-sea bridges that extend from Blackgate Island to the main city of Gotham, or take boats and spread toward the city of Gotham like a virus.
"They have a lot of tanks."
"Lots of bullets, guns, mortars, and rockets."
"It's scary, isn't it? Two-Face?"
At this time, the Penguin was sitting leisurely on the Batplane floating in the air. Beside him, the ventriloquist was carefully resting half of his butt on a small stool next to the coffee table.
"I am now the Five-Faced Man. If you call me that wrong again, I will stick your hooked nose in your mouth."
The two-faced man, no, it should be said that the five-faced man Harvey Dent, is standing in front of the window with a glass of champagne.
The Penguin doesn't care about Harvey Dent's bad attitude.
He said excitedly: "Ever since Roman and Big Boss Maloney left the center of power in the Gotham Mafia, we have been a mess."
He said: "Black Mask, Jaws, Ventriloquent, Whisperers... Various forces divide and control the power of Gotham's gangs. And you, Harvey."
"Your experience as a district attorney has enabled you to master a lot of gang secrets, and your experience as a lawyer who is well versed in the law has made you an expert at playing with the law. You quickly became a leading figure in the Gotham underworld and an inseparable part of it."
"And now, that powder-selling idiot Black Mask has gotten himself killed, Jaws is done for, and the three of us united basically represent the underworld of Gotham. Oh, this is really exciting."
Penguin rubbed his hands excitedly: "I have been selling arms, armed helicopters, tanks, and even jet fighters in Gotham for so many years..."
He deliberately pretended to wipe away tears. "Oh, how pitiful. I can't wait to see the expressions on Bane and the others' faces."
His eyes sparkled with excitement and malice.
He stood in front of the huge display screen, picked up the microphone, and a projection of Gotham City appeared on the table in front of him.
"Hello, can you hear me?"
Penguin tapped the microphone.
"Scumbags!!!"
This voice came from the plane suspended in the air, and echoed through the speakers in the corners of the street below:
The legions marching on the ground looked at each other, searching for the source of the sound.
"Beep-squeak-squeak-squeak-hey, hey, can you hear me?"
A grim smile appeared on the Penguin's face.
"It seems you can all hear it."
"Ladies and gentlemen - I sincerely welcome everyone to our Gotham gathering. Please believe that the result of this gathering... will definitely be carried out in our own way!"
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"I'm Bane."
"I don't have a father, only a mother."
"If my mother could see me now, she would laugh at me."
"Look at me dressed like this now."
Bane punched the front armor of the tank, leaving a deep fist mark, and then punched again and again, tearing open the steel guard plate alive and pulling the two living people out, just like taking crab meat out of a crab.
"Say something like 'I am Bane'."
"She'll be laughing a lot."
"My mother wasn't one to smile often, though. She had enough of the misery and unhappiness of her life."
Bane turned his head away, shielding his face with his hands, and knocked over another tank with his head.
"But if she sees something really funny... she should laugh, and she will. Let go of those tragic memories."
Bullets exploded on Bane's body. With a thunderous roar, Bane jumped high and stomped a tank into a discus with one foot.
A jet fighter swooped down from the sky, firing two missiles and a machine gun at Bane, whose eyes reflected the gushing flames.
"Don't you think I don't know?"
"An adult puts a black and white hood on his head, rushes into another city, and spouts nonsense about becoming a dictator in modern society."
Bane caught incoming missiles with his bare hands and threw them away like an angry baby.
The missile exploded in the crowd, and blood sprinkled like raindrops, soaking Bane all over, and the blood of friendly and enemy soldiers mixed together.
The fighter jets were still roaring.
"To throw your fist at someone like a baby and vent your anger—"
Bane exerted force and pulled the tank's turret off. He chose the right moment, used the force to jump up, and then swung the gun barrel like throwing a giant boomerang.
"In a civilized society, using fists to force others to obey his orders—"
boom!!!
The muzzle of the gun went straight into the cockpit of the fighter plane, and the fly hovering above his head swirled and fell onto the long street, causing a violent explosion behind Bane.
The firelight fluttered the hem of his clothes, illuminating half of his body.
"Showing off the so-called brute force, tearing up all the rules, and establishing a dictatorial empire in a country without a master—"
His figure disappeared instantly and he kicked the gun-wielding gangster. The gangster flew backwards like a top without a sound and plowed a blood-red path on the ground.
"It's really funny."
The bullets couldn't penetrate Bane's defense at all, but his clothes were almost torn into pieces, with only a few pieces left on his body, and his entire body was covered with red muscles massaged by the bullets.
"And what's even funnier is that this guy who might make everyone scream with laughter is not an adult at all."
The gangs collapsed.
They screamed hysterically in fear and fled from Bane.
"Yes, that's right. The one looking down on us and trying to conquer us is just a child."
Bane looked around. On the huge battlefield, he had no idea when, but he was the only one left, along with countless corpses lying all over the place.
There were his men and his enemies. But they were no longer here, only Bane was here.
So Bane stepped over the fallen bodies, over his dead men.
He ran over guns, over burning fires, over the wreckage of destroyed tanks, over the hills and plains in his heart. An invisible hurricane swept his body, making his run seem closer to flying.
"The kid whose daddy ran away and whose mommy was beaten to death. But he didn't understand, and he didn't properly remember his mother. Instead, he knelt on his knees and made a vow."
The flames shone through the hood and were reflected in Bane's burning eyes.
"I swear on the blood of my parents."
"I will avenge their tragic deaths..."
"I'm going to spend the rest of my life—"
"Conquer all evil!"