Chapter 181 Bane puts on the Batman uniform
Gotham.
Tonight is a good time for murder, robbery, and all kinds of crimes. Of course, it is also a good time for Batman to appear.
The long street is filled with hazy fog.
The tulle that should have been pure white was dyed black in the night, like a dark cloud rolling over the earth.
Bane put on the Batman uniform. His body merged with the night, which made him feel inexplicably comfortable.
This Batman uniform was made by him when he first faced Batman.
Even after a long time, the words that Penguin said at that time still echoed in his mind today.
"... Bane is definitely not Batman... So, let me point out a simple fact to you... My handsome ally. No matter how many killers and strong men you bring from Santa Prisca Island, Gotham has experienced worse-"
"They are not afraid of you."
"Afraid of you..."
"Afraid of you..."
The voice sang in Bane's heart. The strong man lifted up the Batman uniform and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.
He had originally planned to wear this Batman uniform to fight Batman, but finally gave up the plan-because he detected fear when analyzing his heart.
He realized that once he wore this uniform to face Batman, it was tantamount to admitting that "Bane" could not defeat "Batman", and only "Batman" could defeat "Batman".
This was undoubtedly a blow to his own spirit.
But he did not destroy the uniform, and even stored it properly some time before the decisive battle.
It turned out that his foresight did work.
For some reason, he now had to do something that Batman would do but Bane would not, so maybe he had to wear his enemy's clothes.
This was the best choice when there was no choice.
Bane clung to the edge of the building and carefully observed his reflection on a piece of smooth glass.
He had imagined in his mind many times what he would look like in Batman's clothes, and now it seemed...
Not bad.
Bane thought about it, and then tried to do a classic move from Batman Returns.
It looked like it, very much like it.
He had practiced it many times in private, and he was confident that he was one of the best in the world when it came to pretending to be Batman.
Bane narrowed his eyes.
This was enough to fool those idiots.
He looked down.
Boom!!!
On the street, a little giant with explosive muscles lifted a car with his bare hands. His upper body was abnormally swollen, just like the cover of "Muscle Man".
"Hey, Tank, quickly beat up these cops, we have to retreat!"
Bane, wearing a Batman uniform, couldn't help but look a little colder.
This guy named Tank wore the same vest and pants as Bane, and even the tube for supplying venom was placed in the same position. Except for the different masks, he and the former Bane seemed to be carved out of the same mold.
"Got it!" Tank shouted gruffly, "I'm solving it!"
The car spun and flung itself at the police, scaring the chasing police car into turning the steering wheel sharply and crashing into a street lamp.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The bullets flew everywhere, hitting the little giant like a tickle, leaving only a few red dots.
Tank covered his eyes and screamed to the sky: "Aa ... Tsk, no internal strife, that's right, after all, not everyone is Batman, and most people won't attack their teammates.
He followed the truck, waiting for the gang to take him back to their lair.
Very Batman-style investigation method, Bane is not a detective, but he is very good at learning, especially learning about his enemies. He has read Batman's files over the years and knows Batman's actions very well.
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"Don't you think it's time for us to move positions, Slugger?"
Nothing!
Slugger Logan is as his name suggests, dressed like a baseball player, wearing a red hat.
This is a typical feature of Gotham criminals, and only Gotham people can do such crazy things: nicknamed Penguin, he has to disguise himself as a penguin; someone called Slugger, he dressed as a baseball player.
"I don't understand what you are saying, man." Slugger Logan was playing baseball at this time-in his own base.
Nothing!
"Good! Hit outfield!"
He cheered himself.
"Mr. Logan, we are notorious in Gotham, and two of your accomplices have been imprisoned."
Slugger Logan's men were still persuading him: "We should terminate all operations here and start a business elsewhere."
"Willis will never tell, and neither will my driver."
Slugger Logan picked up another baseball and hit it with a bang.
"But maybe it's time to consider some greening."
He took out another baseball and swung the baseball bat as usual, saying, "When Tank and the others get the stuff back, we'll go pack it up right away... Who are you?"
He lowered his baseball bat and looked at the hand that stretched out from the shadows.
The hand was holding the baseball he had just hit, and the owner of the hand was still hidden in the shadows.
Hiss...
Slugger Logan heard the other party's breathing sound like a train whistle.
"You better have a good fucking reason to stand there, macho catcher, you--" But the batter was interrupted mercilessly before he could finish his words.
He heard the other party's cold voice.
"I'll ask you some questions, and if you're not satisfied with the answers, I'll tear you apart."
Slugger Logan looked at him in astonishment, then sneered.
Bane seemed to not see the other person's expression and said to himself: "You provide venom to your thugs. And from what I have observed, it is obvious that this venom is an improved version."
Bane's voice is steady and polite.
"Titan steroid enhanced venom serum is a violence-enhancing substance with a mortality rate of up to 93%. In Penaduro Prison, almost all subjects died from this venom and its complications...Except Bane. I thought he was the only user of Titan venom."
Bane saw Slugger Logan calling his men, and teams of men came here with weapons, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at Bane.
But he didn't care, and didn't mean to stop at all:
"I want to know who and where you got it from."
He said: "I want the person who sold you this potion."
"Do you think I will tell you, idiot?"
He heard the scum say: "You are dead, do you know who I am?"
"Now, cockroach, slowly walk out of the shadows, hold your head with your hands and kneel down. I will consider not stuffing your head into your ass."
Bane thought.
"Actually, I can guess. The version you use is different from Bane. I managed to get the blood of your men who were strengthened by Titan Venom, and Titan Venom is compatible with their blood types."
"Correct improvement, there is only one person in the world who knows Titan Venom so deeply."
Bane spit out the name.
"Dr. Randolph, of course. I guess Bane is not the only one who has traveled thousands of miles away from Santa Prisca. So where is he now? I have something to talk to him about."
"Are you listening to me?" Slugger Logan said, "Are you deaf?"
"No, sir."
The slugger only heard the other party say, "I'm just asking you politely."
"I want you to put your hands together - forget it."
Slugger Logan shook his head, "I can't believe I wasted so much time with an idiot."
He called out to his men:
"Fire!"
Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka...
Suddenly, the sound of pulling the trigger rang out.
But no bullet was fired.
"Oh my God! What's going on?!"
One of the gathered gunmen screamed, "My gun!"
He raised the killing weapon in his hand, and the barrel that should have been straight was now drooping like a limp.
The metal barrel seemed to be alive, as soft as a spear in sage mode.
Then the next moment, the gun barrel that was just limp became like a muscular snake, climbing directly onto the gunman's body and tying him up tightly.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
In just a few seconds, everyone fell to the ground.
Slugger Logan looked at his fallen men and felt a little dizzy, as if he was dreaming.
"What...what happened?!"
His pupils reflected the man who slowly walked out of the shadows, and his eyes widened slightly, seeing the pointed ears.
"It seems...it seems...it's you!"
"Yes." Bane said:
"I'm Batman."
When he said this, Bane felt that he actually had a strange pleasure, but he quickly cut off such emotions and threw them into the corner of his mind.
"You..."
He heard the somewhat incoherent voice of Slugger Logan: "How did you do it?!"
"Because I'm Batman." Bane told him.
The cold-blooded muscular thug never knew that it would be so interesting to say this to others.
Slugger Logan tried to swing his wooden baseball bat to attack Bane, but the baseball bat turned into a wooden snake before it hit Bane's head. Under the desperate gaze of the slugger, it rolled back and tied him up tightly.
The poor slugger screamed: "This is fucking... This is also Batman's ability?!"
Then he was strangled by the neck and lifted up with bare hands: "And now I want to find that person, Dr. Randolph, he is good at turning humans into monsters, I need him. I hope you can tell me his-"
Boom!
But before Bane could finish his words, he turned around.
Eight muscular men broke through the wall and rushed towards Bane's face.
Their clothes and equipment were just like they were printed from the same mold. Except for the different colored hoods, they could hardly see any difference.
Every step they took was like a small earthquake.
"Taste our surprise, Batman." Slugger Logan was thrown to the ground with a plop, and he laughed: "Taste our power! One Bane almost broke your spine, but now there are eight of us here!"
He said: "Oh, they will grab your pussy, they will grab your neck, and tear you apart like a rag doll!"
Bang!
Bane punched a purple hood and sent it flying into the sky like a rocket, and then inserted his head into the ceiling.
"I am no longer trapped by the venom."
As Bane thought this, he grabbed another man by the neck and slammed him to the ground.
He curled up his middle and ring fingers, and then vines popped out from his wrists. He nimbly crawled over the muscle monsters like a big spider, and then wrapped more and more green on them.
"For the first time in my life, I am completely free."
Bane said silently in his heart. He watched the other party being tied up tightly by the growing plants, and the vines drilled into his mouth and anus, making him look painful.
"I won't make excuses, excuses are for sinners. I was once driven by venom, and he controlled me, not the other way around."
A little giant used a pillar as a stick to sweep at him, and was beaten to pieces by Bane's bare hands.
"I did want to tear Batman apart, I did want to rule Batman's city, but the venom weakened my judgment, so I lost everything."
No one was his enemy. He defeated those monsters like a rotten wood.
He was thinking.
"And now I know that my enemies are not Batman at all. My enemies have been persecuting me before I was born."
"I no longer need venom. I can break free from them at any time."
No one is Bane's opponent. He easily defeated everyone.
For those little monsters strengthened by venom, bricks and stones are easily crushed like tofu, and conversely, they are also tofu in front of Bane.
"I am free, and I will always be free, Batman."
Bane, wearing Batman's uniform, punched the little giant under him who had lost the ability to resist, like beating a drum.
His fists were covered with blood. Even when beating people, Bane felt that his mind was clear.
"Because I am innocent. According to the laws of my hometown, I was born guilty, but I am innocent. I have not committed any crime. I am driven by hatred and driven by venom."
He raised a replica high, and then suddenly clicked it.
The enemies lying on the ground were reflected in his eyes. Invisible fire surrounded his eyes and body.
"I have been reborn!"
He threw his opponent, whose spine had been broken and who was limp like mud, to the ground.
In battle, Bane had never felt his mind as clear as it was at this moment.
The Dark City was no longer mysterious to him. It was no longer useful, just an empty place.
He was free now, but only in terms of the body. His past, his soul, was still imprisoned, bound in chains, thousands of miles to the south.
Therefore, before he embarked on the road to pursue the freedom of his soul...
Bane lifted up the beaten and bloody slugger Logan: "Tell me, where is Dr. Randolph?!"