What bad intentions could Batman have?

It is no longer those simple, unsympathetic negative emotions... nor is it the instinct of dinosaurs to eat raw meat and drink blood, or sitting in a cave and listening to the sound of prehistoric hail hitting branches...

It is not the memory of the righteous but frenzied, circus-like joy of the Joker, or the memory of Bane Bat exercising his body day after day.

It is pain.

When the hand was cut off, the confused scream of the elbow nerves... turned into wails as the blood gushed out.

The feeling of strong legs, the death angel injected with venom, was torn apart by brute force...

The full muscle groups and fibers were broken one by one, and the joint heads were pulled out of the joint sockets with the connected tendons, making a light popping sound.

The spine was broken and stretched, and the life-sustaining tubes were inserted. Every midnight dream was awakened by the phantom pain in the limbs. It was the remaining nerves in the broken ends that wrongly reported that they could not connect to the existence of the limbs, and could only send confused inquiries to the brain.

Batman endured such pain for 30 years. And 30 years of such pain, when Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bat, was all instilled into his mind.

Chen Tao's temples were throbbing, and this time, he could not transform his head into a car's silicon-based body to stop this physiological spasm.

Chen Tao felt like a little mermaid who had transformed her fish tail into legs, and suffered great pain every step he took - although this metaphor was a bit weird, it was undoubtedly very appropriate.

His brain, lungs and heart were still human, but the rest... were all dark gray-black nanorobots.

Huh...

Chen Tao lifted the transformation, and the intense pain faded like a tide. The silver-white particles entangled and dispelled the gray and black on his body, revealing his scarred, muscular and muscular body.

Chen Tao's figure flashed again in the practice field, silver-white particles gathered, and the face of the Joker dyed the green scales of the Bat Dinosaur into pale white. The next moment, the metal structure of the Batmobile exploded on his face again, constantly reconstructing into the body of the dinosaur...

Bane Bat's venom can appeared behind him, and then was swallowed by the metal body, protected behind layers of exhaust pipes and rubber tires... The next moment, Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bat, and all the assembled combinations suddenly collapsed and turned into black nanorobots...

A few dozen minutes later.

Chen Tao put on casual clothes, walked down the steps to leave the practice room, walked up to the second floor of the Bat Cave, and slowly returned to the chair in front of the Bat Computer and sat down.

"Alfred, are you still following up on Clark Kent in Metropolis?"

Chen Tao took the drink and sandwich handed to him by Alfred: "Have we found him?"

Alfred paused.

"I'm afraid not, Grandpa." He said, "Lois Lane has been promoted, and a photographer named Jimmy Olsen has appeared under her. This young man was assigned to her a day ago." Alfred continued, "We tracked Lex Luthor's movements, but Clark Kent still hasn't appeared." "Then Diana Prince in Boston... forget it." Chen Tao knew that such a weak thought should not appear. If the people he had previously instructed appeared, Alfred would definitely notify him as soon as possible. He didn't say it, which means that the person has not been found. His active questioning now is just a kind of weakness. Batman should not be weak. Chen Tao patted his face, and his expression became cold again. Even if you want to retire, you should retire with the blessings of many colleagues and enjoy your old age, instead of running away like a dog, right? "I am Batman." Chen Tao thought: "Before taking off this clothes, I have to at least finish what I should do-what Batman should do." The atmosphere was a little silent for a while. "Master Bruce, you don't have to worry too much about nuclear weapons."

Alfred said: "Whoever gets the nuclear bomb, unless he plans to quietly detonate it when no one finds him and directly create a beautiful mushroom cloud in Gotham, he will definitely use it, you know, like a million pounds."

(Note: "A Million Pounds", a novel by Mark Twain, tells the story of a poor American boy who uses a million-pound bill to get things for free. Here Alfred means that whoever gets the nuclear bomb will definitely use it for nuclear blackmail.)

"As long as he shows up," Alfred said, "we can find him and then get rid of him."

Chen Tao nodded.

Scarecrow, Court of Owls, Bane, Lincoln March, the detonator of the nuclear bomb must be in the hands of one of his enemies.

And he wants to shoot them all one by one!

"Give the Mad Hatter's hat to Lucius." He said to Alfred, "Let him quickly figure out Tetch's hat tricks. He doesn't need to fully understand them. He just needs to make sure that Tetch can't do anything with them."

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"You got your reward... Penguin, our agreement will continue."

Oswald Copperpat looked at the corpse in front of him with a smile. The man in front of him had a strange blue skin and golden hair growing from his forehead to the back of his head, like a crown - a fake crown.

He is the Emperor Penguin, Penguin's former protégé, and would have almost become the heir to his vast criminal empire...if he hadn't been stupid enough to betray his mentor.

After being defeated by Batman, he was identified as a sane criminal, so he was not thrown into Arkham Asylum, but into Blackgate Prison.

Penguin made a deal with Bane to get him, so Bane broke his neck when he swore allegiance to him.

"Of course... Bane. You may be a born killer, but you keep your promises."

"I will return everything to Ogilvy for what he did to me a few years ago." Penguin said, "And you and I are birds of a feather, my throbbing friend."

"The goods you want are ready."

Penguin patted the iron monster beside him, and his flesh palm slapped on the fine iron, making a banging sound.

"I spent a lot of effort to get more than 20 M1A2 main battle tanks, more than 2,000 M4 carbines, M249 machine guns, M240 machine guns, M13203 grenade launchers, and M2A3 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles..." His quick mouth under his hooked nose blasted out a long list of weapon names like a machine gun, boasting about how difficult it was for him to get them: "I dare say that there are no more than 5 arms dealers in the United States who can wholesale so many weapons to you in a short time like me, and I am the only one who can get you a tank."