puff!
Chen Tao spat all the coffee onto the screen and banged his head against the ceiling of the car.
He realized a terrible and terrifying fact: this is the real world, and Bane would not be like the boss in the online game, staying in the cave waiting for the brave to brush equipment, level up, collect partners, and finally come to attack.
If the time traveler Chen Tao changed Batman's behavior patterns and methods, then it is only natural for Bane to make corresponding adjustments.
As the mastermind behind the Arkham Prison Break, Bane's plan was essentially to use those escaped lunatics to exhaust Batman, and then wait for the opportunity to come. However, with Chen Tao's travel through time, the "Bat-Tiring Out Plan" also failed.
Bruce Wayne's endless desire to save innocent people dragged him down, so that even though he saw through Bane's plan, he still had to spend his energy fighting various lunatics.
And what about Chen Tao
Chen Tao doesn't give a shit about a bunch of lunatics having a party in his city.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling!
Alarms rang loudly in a bank in Gotham.
A group of people screamed and fled out of the gate, followed closely by the Joker and his men carrying bags of banknotes.
Gotham's Prince of Crime laughed maniacally and opened his arms at the gate.
"Hahaha! Come on, Bats! Party time!"
No one.
"Bat? Batman?"
The streets were empty, not even a police car was in sight.
A gust of wind blew a flyer onto the clown's face, which read: Cast your sacred vote for Mayor Carlo!
The Joker rubbed his chin.
"Hey... everyone, I suddenly had an idea. Haha, haha, hahahahahahahaha!"
The scene cuts back to Chen Tao.
It is impossible for someone as smart as Bane to ignore the changes in Batman and the mercenaries that suddenly appeared in the city.
Maybe Bane didn't even know whether these mercenaries were friends or enemies, maybe Bane guessed something through intuition, but no matter what, the unstable factors between him and Batman could be eliminated directly with violence.
That's right, this is how Bane does things. The simpler and more brutal it is, the more effective it is.
The highest-level fights are often presented in the simplest way. If you keep thinking about doing fancy things, your final outcome will be the same as Killer Croc.
So now plans change.
We no longer "wait for Batman to tire out and then kill him."
Instead:
"Let's rush over now, kill the mercenaries first, and then kill Batman."
Special gift crab!
Didn’t it say that the villain would let the protagonist develop and then deal with the protagonist in the end
Calm down, calm down.
Chen Tao thought silently.
Bane's decision was more decisive than he expected, but he still had an intelligence error: he thought Batman was still powerful.
This also means that Bane will not rashly launch a decisive battle before confirming that he has eliminated the disruptors that may put him under siege.
That is to say, if the Deadshot can kill Bay...
Bang!
Then Chen Tao saw Killer Croc’s head being hit into the ground by Bane.
Chen Tao immediately picked up the microphone:
"Hold on! Just stay alive and that'll be all!"
"Fuck!"
Cold sweat broke out on Death Shooter's forehead.
The two submachine guns in his hands and the portable rifle mounted on his arm armor, a total of four gun muzzles, weaved a powerful firepower network in front of him.
Death Shooter was confident that with his control ability, not even a fly could fly over.
But now a miracle was happening right before him—it was Bane!
Spinning and jumping, the muscular freak swayed in the hail of bullets like a butterfly!
boom!
Deadshot pulled out an anti-tank rocket launcher, but such a bulky weapon could not threaten the agile Bane at such a close distance.
"Damn, if I had..."
His eyes were bloodshot, but he could only watch Bane approaching him quickly.
“Help!”
clang!
Bane's eyes narrowed slightly under his mask.
The slash from the Cheshire Cat pierced his skin. The cat-like woman's flexible body burst out with a force far beyond that of an ordinary person. This slash was enough to split real steel, but it only caused Bane, who was injected with Titan venom, to break his skin.
With one punch, the Cheshire Cat's blade was torn into pieces like paper. Bane spread out his five fingers and hit her with her arms crossed, sending her flying backwards like a meteor, knocking down a building.
"hateful!"
The Death Shooter glanced at his teammates.
The Cheshire Cat was in the ruins, his life or death unknown, Killer Croc was lying on the ground, and the Tattooed Man…
The tattooed man stood carelessly by the side, watching his teammates' output while shaking his head: "Alas, this is not the way to play."
asshole!
The Death Shooter turned to his teammates and shouted: "Retreat quickly, we can't defeat them..."
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Death Shooter almost couldn't catch his breath.
Slipknot strikes out.
He passed over the retreating Death Shooter, his mouth slightly raised, his white teeth and Mexican-style braids flying in the air.
In a flash, he threw out a dozen lassoes, wrapping Bane like a spider web. He grinned and laughed:
"You bunch of rubbish, it's still me! Look, I'm not dead!"
"Don't be complacent, be careful!!!"
But the Death Shooter's reminder was still a step too late.
Idiot! Why don't you think that if Bane can dodge his bullets, why can't he dodge these lassoes
The next second, Bane tore the drug-reinforced noose like straw, and then pulled the rope. Before Slipknot could react, his body was involuntarily dragged to Bane's side, and then bounced on the ground like a yo-yo.
Deadshot kept firing, but to no avail. He couldn't believe that Bane was able to dodge his bullets while beating Slipknot like a skating Fireboy.
The tattooed man said: "If there was a knife underneath, it would be really spicy!"
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Slipknot was so angry that he let go of his lasso and then used a lock technique on Bane at a dazzling speed.
His name is Slipknot, and his fighting technique is like a lasso, suffocating and deadly.
"I just don't believe it. We are all human beings. Could it be that you—"
In the distance he heard Deadshot yelling "Don't do it", but he didn't have time to consider other people's opinions.
He stared at Bane. The other party was dumbfounded and didn't seem to react at all. Slipknot couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
The next second, Bane grabbed his palm and tore his body apart easily like straw, the action was exactly the same as when he broke the lasso just now.
Bain, the master of all things fancy.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Slipknot screamed at the top of his lungs, and soon he could no longer scream.
Squeak!
In fact, the muscles and bones are almost the same as the fibers of the rope, the only difference is that when it collapses, it will splash out a bright red fountain. Bane peeled the muddy slipknot off his body and drained him like a rag.
The tattooed man was still yelling: "Wow! It's really spicy!"
Death Shooter couldn't help but feel angry.
"Don't fight any longer, retreat quickly..."
He heard his employer's instructions coming from the headset, but Killer Croc in the distance had completely lost his mind.
He got up from the ground and rushed towards Bane, roaring.
… But it’s too broken and in bad shape.
Bane grabbed its arm and broke it like a stick, and Killer Croc's scream was earth-shattering.
"B-en!"
But Killer Croc did not retreat like before.
Its eyeballs turned red. No, not the pupils, but the entire pupils and the whites of the eyes turned bright red!
"roar!"
He let out a beastly roar that was not like a human voice, and Death Shooter almost felt that his facial features became narrower and longer, and more like... a crocodile!
Killer Croc just got stronger!
Killer Croc is furious!
Killer Croc explodes!
His muscles swelled up and he rushed towards Bane like a train!
Then he flew back at an even faster speed.
"This is impossible!"
Killer Croc made an unconvinced sound: "You—"
Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the face with Bane's physical silence.
"That's enough! How dare you—"
Bane grabbed Killer Croc's ankle with his bare hands, swung him in a circle in the air, and slammed him into the ground, once, twice, just like swinging a plastic hammer to play whack-a-mole.
"I killed—"
Bang!
"hand-"
Bang!
"crocodile-"
Bang!
Killer Croc was lying on the ground with his four legs up in the air, his face spread out, his pair of crystal clear eyes with large vertical pupils gradually losing their luster.
"bed bugs."
Bane's face showed a murderous look. He was beginning to get tired of Killer Croc doing sit-ups like Luffy.
So he turned up the power of the venom input. As the venom was input, his muscles expanded like air, turning him into a small monster nearly three meters tall.
The dead shooter raised his gun.
"Take Killer Croc away quickly!" The employer's voice was still whispering in his ear.
"I know, shut up!"
Deadshot gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. Flames gushed out, pouring out a metal storm towards Bane that was enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces. But this time, Bane didn't even try to dodge.
This made Death Shooter very happy.
Bang bang bang bang!
Four guns fired at the same time, and dozens of bullets exploded on Bane's chest in just a few seconds. The Death Shooter saw white smoke formed by high temperature coming out from the point where the bullets landed, and then...
A white and red skin indentation was left behind, with some blood oozing out.
“Fuck!”
Death Shooter yelled, "Is this a fucking human?!"
He has already considered retiring.
But just then, he saw the tattooed man standing in front of them:
"You bunch of idiots, get out of the way, the tattooed man will take care of everything!"
Death Shooter had a strange look on his face.