What bad intentions could Batman have?

"You just……"

"Go away, I'm running away, stop! Don't talk about $200 million, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the temptation. No matter how much money you have, you will still die..."

"Yes, you have to live. Lawton (Death Shooter's original name), if you cooperate with the Cheshire Cat, you still have a chance to survive."

Death Shooter paused and stared at the ventriloquist walking out of the corner with an ugly expression. This old bastard has been acting like a coward just now, but now...

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I didn't want to either, but Batbaby asked me to!"

The ventriloquist uttered words of apology, but the muzzle of the Thompson submachine gun in his hand was tightly pointed at him. On his round, fat face, his glasses shone with a faint light.

"Don't make me do it, Lawton."

Something darker and hoarse came from the baby bat doll in his hand.

Deadshot's heart sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you..."

"——If you don't attack him, I will attack you."

Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist for his assist.

good! You know how to supervise the team.

"Fuck!"

Deadshot cursed. The ventriloquist was right, with the Cheshire Cat in front, they would have no problem holding on for more than a minute. But if he gets into a fight with a ventriloquist now, with a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him, his death will undoubtedly be even more ugly.

He picked up the bazooka that had been thrown to the ground.

"One minute!" He cursed, "Just one minute!"

Then he raised the rocket launcher and fired one at Bane.

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"Step aside!"

The Cheshire Cat, who was dodging left and right, was almost blown into the sky by this shot. She jumped and rolled to the side, breathing heavily, and her voice could no longer be cold.

"Asshole, you dog! You almost blew me up!"

Countdown: 50 seconds.

boom!

The violent fire and thick smoke enveloped Bain, but Deadshot knew very well that a weapon of this level could only knock back and could not do anything to the opponent at all.

He fired continuously, then took three steps and two steps, and rolled behind the debris of a car.

Countdown: 40 seconds.

Bane jumped out of the smoke. The Cheshire Cat tried to continue to interfere with him, but Bane ignored her at all. Instead, he looked at Deadshot, and then ejected towards him like lightning. Every sprint he made was like teleportation.

Bang bang bang!

With the sound of four gunshots, the four lights that had been illuminating the scene exploded almost simultaneously. Bain's steps paused slightly, but the silvery-white moonlight still guided Bain's way forward.

boom!

The place where Deadshot had just disappeared was kicked open by Bane, and construction debris was scattered into the sky like vegetation rolled up by a lawnmower.

Before Deadshot, who was hiding elsewhere, had time to rejoice, he saw several steel bars and boulders hitting him accurately.

"ah!"

Deadshot screamed. He barely dodged the steel bar that could kill him, but was still hit on the shoulder by a boulder.

Hell, Bane wasn't even fooled by him!

Bane is the master of escape after Batman and Mister Miracle, and Deadshot's tricks in front of him are simply a trick.

This trick he played not only failed to delay time, but also allowed Bain to take advantage of his plan and unexpectedly injured him.

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Even though his shoulder was injured, Deadshot still fired three shells in succession. This continuous shooting method can maximize the power of the explosion, or at least block...

Then Deadshot just watched helplessly as the three bazooka shells he just fired were caught by Bane with his bare hands, and then he threw them all back like an ancient Greek demigod throwing javelins.

The round cannonball head was reflected in his pupils.

"Fuck you."

Countdown: 30 seconds.

Boom - boom!

The gravel fell like raindrops, and Deadshot vomited a mouthful of blood, feeling a burning pain on his back. Thanks to his excellent armor, he would not die suddenly on the spot.

He wanted to get up and run away, but in despair he found a boulder pressing down on his hind legs. He looked at Bain, who was so rested, with despair in his eyes.

Haha, the man who is best at using shooting weapons in the world was actually killed by his own cannonball. Is this the funniest joke of the century?

The Cheshire Cat tried to run away, but without his restraint, Bane quickly caught her.

With one punch, Deadshot watched helplessly as the Cheshire Cat rolled on the ground like a football and plowed the ground. Finally, after knocking away a pile of construction debris, it lay there motionless.

Countdown: 20 seconds.

Deadshot laughed miserably, and then spat out another mouthful of blood.

The internal organs were probably damaged, right? But it didn't matter anymore, he watched indifferently as Bain walked towards him step by step.

He thought of his entire life, scene after scene, turning before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Damn it, he actually showed up after being beaten, and Deadshot wanted to laugh.

A poor boyhood, the dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that penetrated the bodies of his parents and sister, a broken life, a military career, becoming a mercenary, and——

daughter.

“Zoe…”

Countdown: 10 seconds.

so.

This is the end.

This was the end of Floyd Lawton's life.

Bright moon...you are dark yet bright.

…

…

…

The world breathes, groaning after the heat and explosion.

There is no military force here…

Except me.

There is no authority here…

Except me.

There is no hope here…

Except me.

There is no Batman here, no one else.

There is only Bane here.

Countdown: 3 seconds.

Bane reaches out to Deadshot, that fatal, all-ending caress—

2 seconds.

His rough palm rubs Deadshot's throat.

1 second.

"Go to hell."

0 seconds.

"Bane—"

The roar seemed to come from far away, but it seemed to be right next to his ear.

The earth trembled, and the white night was horrified!

Bane paused, and he turned his head suddenly. At the top of the garbage mountain, he trembled all over and looked at the ultimate nightmare like a god.

Buzz! ! !

It was like a bomb of nothingness exploded in the air, and the cold shock swept across Bane's huge and terrifying body, making the hairs on his body stand up.

What kind of eyes are those!

The bottomless darkness howled hysterically in his eyes, and the surging momentum came like a tsunami. The air he exhaled was like the most severe north wind, with biting cold, and like the glaciers on the Arctic Ocean that have not melted for thousands of years!

He simply stood there, but it was like a tidal wave falling on the sky on the earth!

[One more step forward, you will die! ]

That's what his body told him.

Bane knew that Batman never killed people.

He was a good man, a superhero, and superheroes all have the iron rule of not killing, right?

But...

He felt that even his genes were roaring and warning him:

[One more step forward, you will die! ! ! ]

Bane knew that even if the bat wanted to kill him, it would be impossible to kill him. He had full confidence in his body.

But... what does it matter if he knows!

The fact is that every drop of his blood, every muscle, and even every strand of his hair was roaring at him: [Go forward, and you will die! ! ! ] Bane didn't know how the bat did it. He didn't know how the bat sent this biological hormone-like death threat to his body. It was impossible and unscientific, but it was what Batman did, so it seemed very reasonable. The real master of Gotham City roared and screamed in front of him, declaring his sovereignty. The bat lifted his wings and cast a shadow, illuminating this time, this moment, and this place, announcing the arrival of the son of Gotham! So Bane left the dead shooter behind, and with a few leaps, he disappeared behind the garbage dump and the wreckage of the car. In the far eastern sky, the first ray of dawn happened to tear open the skirt of the night like a sharp sword, reflecting the nightmare figure. He stepped on the glow and swept away the darkness in all directions of the universe. The red sun rose in the east, and its path was bright. The long night ended here.