Chapter 8 Bain’s Attack
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Someone knocked on the window outside Chen Tao's van.
Chen Tao rolled down the window and saw the gangster who had just come to blackmail and more people standing outside his van, holding machetes and crowbars.
"Do you really think that because you dress like Batman, you are Batman? You really fooled me just now..."
Chen Tao didn't bother to talk nonsense to him. He directly stretched out a hand and brushed it into a spinning off-road vehicle wheel. Then while the other person was in a daze, he knocked on his forehead.
"roll!"
He used a machete and physics to defeat the second-generation Robin Holy Sword during a robbery in Gotham. How low.
Watching the gangsters slip away, Chen Tao changed his face and picked up the microphone.
"Hey, can you hear me? As long as you can hear me."
He grabbed his throat and spoke into the microphone in the cool voice of the Cheshire Cat.
"Good day, dear mercenaries."
Then he quickly switched to the voice of Deadshot:
"I'm glad you didn't have any conflicts, trust me, that's exactly what I wanted to see. Now, let Killer Croc go."
Deadshot put on a straight face and didn't ask stupid questions like "Who the hell are you?"
He was mentally evaluating whether he should continue to get involved in this muddy water.
He smelled the scent of conspiracy, and yes, every time it always started with a story like this: an evil mastermind who hides his head and tail, deceived a young and ignorant mercenary.
Mercenaries don't accept missions from just anyone - except for a skilled and bold guy like Deathstroke, who is a superhuman and strong enough to kill any employer who tries to trick him.
But under normal conditions, mercenaries are also mortal, and they can easily die on the spot if betrayed by their employer. Therefore, people like Deadshot usually choose reliable employers through middlemen.
For example, Ventriloquist has proven that he is a kind, pure and well-behaved gangster, so Deadshot is here.
But is this unknown mastermind behind the scenes...
Ventriloquist untied Killer Croc.
The beast jumped up from the ground with its teeth and claws bared. At such a close distance, the death shooter's muzzle was lowered.
But fortunately, the big crocodile did not attack them. He ran into the pile of banknotes with gleaming eyes, picked up each banknote from the dust with heartache, and carefully stuffed it back into the carriage.
"Hey hey! I have 200 million US dollars, hey hey!"
The javelin captain was jealous and said: "Damn it, why is my salary only -"
Chen Tao switched to the voice of a 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 I complete the tasks I issued, I guarantee you that in a few months, everyone here will be able to go home with hundreds of millions of dollars - this is an unprecedented big job. Let’s see if you have the guts to take it.”
"..."
Deadshot immediately made up his mind to get involved in this muddy water. It's not for money, it's mainly because he likes to take risks.
Chen Tao talked a lot of nonsense again, and he summarized it as follows:
"I, Brother Rich!" 》
"Your Rich Employer"
"Throw Coins"
"On How to Use Money Ability"
"This cake is big and round"
In fact, Chen Tao is not a good speaker, but it would be different if the audience were surrounded by mountains of dollars when he was giving a speech.
On one side was Killer Crocodile, who had money and thousands of dollars to buy horse bones for everyone to see, and on the other side was the naked threat of the other three people getting together, so Slipknot pulled out a stiff smile, the tattooed man patted his belly happily, and the atmosphere quickly became heated.
The javelin captain shouted from the side: "Ah, great employer! You are so generous!"
His ugly act of kneeling and licking was like a Shakespearean opera aria, leaving Deadshot speechless.
"...Aren't you planning to take on the follow-up mission?"
"I changed my mind."
Whoa, bah, what a money-shy thing. Deadshot expressed his disgust.
Chen Tao continued:
"Then the temporary team is established. I have already thought of it for you. It will be called the Suicide Squad."
"That's a really unlucky name."
"I'll give you an extra $100,000."
"What a great name."
No matter what, it doesn’t cost money to say good things anyway.
Anyway, Deadshot breathed a sigh of relief. The current task has been completed. As for the next task, as long as he is careful, he will definitely be able to return home alive.
With $200 million, he might be able to retire and be with his daughter...
Chen Tao behind the screen also breathed a sigh of relief. After Bain was dealt with, he might be able to retire and then...
"When I earn enough 200 million US dollars, I will go back to my hometown and buy a big villa, and then -"
puff!
Like crushing a puddle of horse urine. The blond head of the javelin captain wearing an eye patch was squeezed like a watermelon by a big hand and exploded, and the javelin in his hand fell to the ground weakly.
puff!
Chen Tao, who was a few kilometers away, spat his coffee on the live broadcast screen, stood up suddenly, and hit his head on the ceiling of the van.
Time seemed to slow down.
Deadshot's eyes widened and he heard the Cheshire Cat's shrill, deformed meow trembling: "Enemy attack!!!"
He saw that huge figure...the muscles of the half-naked upper body were tangled, and the blood vessels were bulging, 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 hood...
"Bane!"
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Bain often felt like he was falling into an empty void...the deep darkness gathered into an ocean.
This is his cradle and his tombstone.
But this does not limit his thinking in any way.
His heart and soul broke out of the coffin and traveled in the white night where death and vitality coexisted.
He was going to find the bat monster, he was going to stand there, in its shadow, resist him, and finally kill him! And his fear will die with him——
By then, all of Gotham will be singing:
Holy, the great warrior Bane conquered the evil devil-Batman!
Holy, Bane, you rule all corners of Gotham, above all others!
But the brave man's adventure will not always be smooth sailing... The Demon King has dispatched his minions.
That green-faced, fanged beast was defeated by his men. Because of money, he prostrates himself before the devil.
It bared its fangs to intimidate the mighty Bane.
And the brave will not be intimidated by him.
He swung an uppercut that swung like a pendulum. Killer Crocodile was knocked back hard and fell to the ground.
"I thought I broke you, beast...and now I have to kill you."
The monster jumped up from the ground, its protruding fangs exhaling a vicious breath... It roared, its heavy fist hit the hero's head, and its sharp claws tore at Bain's flesh.
"You want to be king of Gotham, huh? You wouldn't even be a competitor if it weren't for your juice!"
Bain punched it in the face, causing it to fall to the ground again.
Another punch, and the ground where its head was next to was filled with gravel.
Another punch, and half of the beast's head was embedded in the concrete.
Bain grabbed the remains of a nearby car and lifted it high——
"I don't need venom to kill an insect like you..."
boom!
"Because I am Bane!"
boom!
"The nightmare of all stumbling blocks!"
boom!
"Woe to all living creatures!"
boom! ! !
Killer Croc screamed loudly as the remains deformed, twisted, and then fell apart.
There was a gunshot, Bane dodged the bullet, and then turned his head.
His figure was as vigorous as a dolphin jumping out of the water, and his eyes were shining in the white night where illusion and reality intertwined.
Ah... Of course, the Demon King has other subordinates.