Chapter 15 National Guard

Chen Tao flew over the roof and walked over the walls. When he encountered a wide place, he turned into his legs. When he encountered a flat place, he turned into a wheel. Bain tried his best not to catch up with him.

beat? Give me a spanking, can you survive it? I'll just fucking run away.

The speed reaches 70 miles, and the mood is free and easy. Everything from Bane to rockets will eat exhaust fumes.

"Bain, don't you want to continue chasing?"

The pale man nicknamed Zombie was carrying a rocket launcher, sweating coldly and with bruises on his face.

Just now, he was chasing too high and too far away from Bain. As a result, he was punched in the face with a backhand by the dinosaur.

How dare you hinder my escape!

——If Bain hadn't come to pick him up, he would probably be in the intensive care unit now.

Damn it! In his life, he had never seen anyone so capable of running...well, a dinosaur, and he had never seen anything so inexplicable.

The expressions on the faces of Bain's other two men, the caveman and the birdman, were no different from those of zombies. They had a stinking look on their faces - not only could they not catch up, but they were always shot by the dead shooters, which made it impossible to play. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Bain finally said he wouldn't pursue him anymore.

Bane stood quietly in the middle of the street, looking up at the rooftop where Batman escaped, like a boy who opened his arms to embrace the cool evening breeze on a midsummer night full of fireflies.

"Caveman, things have changed."

His man nicknamed Caveman wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Understood, Bane. I will submit a comprehensive analysis report on Batman's weakness and unknown abilities to you immediately."

"No, it's not necessary. We have to start a new plan. But we need time. Find something for Batman to do so that he has no time to trouble us."

Bain's voice was obviously very low, but his tone gradually became higher, like a beast tasting the fishy smell, or like a girl singing softly calling her beloved lover.

"Batman ran away because he wasn't sure he could beat me, and as it happened... I was the same. I originally wanted to try his power, but he didn't give me the chance - he was more cautious than I thought. ”

He leapt into the air, rising and falling like a comet among the houses. The distant sirens are ringing loudly for him, just like the murmuring of the Jews when Moses parted the sea.

"The way war is fought is going to change... Everyone, get ready. Stay in radio contact."

"Also. Don't conflict with the police. It would be bad if you damage the street. After all... this will eventually be my city."

the other side.

Bah.

After more than half an hour of high-speed sprinting, Deadshot, Cheshire Cat Killer Croc and Ventriloquist were thrown into an alley by Chen Tao. The fight and chase just now seemed like a dream.

"Um……"

My head is empty.

Thinking, stagnant.

The Cheshire Cat said a little dazedly: "I don't remember Batman knowing this."

"Obviously, that guy hesitated for a long time between being Batman or Dinosaur." Deadshot grinded his bloody teeth and told a cold joke.

"So, are we just left here?" Killer Croc yelled, "Where's the employer? Where's Batman? Where's my money?"

Deadshot doesn't care about Killer Croc's cries. This time, he was really thinking from the bottom of his heart not to accept this task.

Look what he met - Bane, Batman, and that superpower called the Tattooed Man. A few years ago, no matter how big the trouble was, he would have dared to go out and get into trouble as long as he was given enough money. Chuang, but it's different now, he has a daughter.

When Bain touched his throat just now, he had thought more than once what would happen to his daughter if she lost him?

The answer is not much.

Zoe had adoptive parents, and when news of his death came, his daughter might be a little sad...but eventually she would forget about him.

His existence will disappear in the clear sky like hyacinth, no one remembers, no one misses, or even lives in anyone's memory, like a lonely ghost, like Captain Javelin, Slipknot or the Tattooed Man.

This was never something Floyd Lawton could accept.

Deadshot knows very well that he is a scumbag and a super villain. His love for his daughter can never be selfless and dedicated. His love contains vicious possessiveness, ugly yet affectionate.

I want to watch my daughter grow up!

I want to live with my daughter forever!

I want to see my daughter get married and start a business!

I want to witness every important moment in my daughter’s life!

I want to die on the hospital bed with my daughter crying!

This is Floyd Lawton, that cowardly and despicable wish!

Therefore, even the mercenary named [Death Shooter], who is regarded as a coward and fool, must live timidly.

So he turned to the ventriloquist who was still looking for his lost glasses on the ground and said, "That's enough, Arnold. Tell the employer behind you that I'm quitting."

Ding!

The elevator door opened.

Chen Tao took the elevator to the top floor of the Gotham City Police Station. A young civilian police officer looked like she had seen Batman, and the document bag in her hand fell to the ground with a squeak.

Chen Tao tensed up his expression and calmly walked into the stairs next to the elevator and arrived at the rooftop.

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Commissioner Gordon was waiting for him on the rooftop.

"I turned on the bat light, I turned off the bat light...Hey, I turned it on again, I turned it off again..."

Chen Tao crept up behind him.

"Gordon."

"Woooa--I'm definitely not playing!"

"Um..."

Chen Tao said, "So, why are you calling me so hastily? What's the matter?"

Gordon sighed, "There are crazy people everywhere on the streets recently, and the situation has reached an unmanageable point."

This is nonsense.

Chen Tao narrowed his eyes under the mask and waited for Gordon to continue.

"I know you have done a lot. You caught the Mad Hatter and Zsasz..."

"Pick up the key points."

"Okay." Gordon sighed, as if he had made up his mind and said, "The mayor has decided to use the National Guard. This is dangerous, but I can't stop him."

The National Guard is an independent military force affiliated with the state government and the only regular army that can fight on the US mainland.

The mayor made such a decision, which means that they have completely lost confidence in the situation in Gotham.

In this regard, Chen Tao felt:

It's really good!

It would be best if the National Guard could send 400,000 or 500,000 people to rush into Gotham and smash Bane into a meat pie, and then directly attack from a lower dimension, wipe out all the villains in Gotham and send them to the electric chair, and he, Batman Bruce Wayne, can retire and be his own rich man.

Gordon pinched his nose: "But these guys don't understand Gotham at all. They use the thinking of dealing with ordinary criminals to deal with the lunatics in Gotham. This will definitely go wrong... But our stupid mayor just treats this as another election trick."

"I am worried about this, but what's more troublesome is that they have already included you in the target of attack, regardless of life or death."

"So you ask me not to interfere with the National Guard's purge of Bane and Gotham?"

Great!

Chen Tao cheered in his heart.

"That's right." Gordon had a sad expression: "I will try my best to prevent the army from having too big a problem, but you really can't appear again to stimulate the sensitive nerves of those politicians. I know this is very unfair to you..."

Ah, it's not true at all.

Chen Tao maintained his outward seriousness, but Gordon interpreted this solemnity as something else.

"Okay, okay, Bat, you can continue to participate in Bane's case - damn, as if you really won't participate if I don't agree."

"No, you misunderstood."

Chen Tao immediately stopped his divergent thinking: "I really won't participate..."

"Ding Ding Ding..."

But at this moment, the sound of the Bat communicator interrupted their conversation.