togophonebook Chapter 11 Fleeing at the first sign of trouble
Chapter 11 Fleeing at the first sign of trouble
Chapter 11 Fleeing at the first sign of trouble
"All you need to do is..."
"Get out of here! I'm running away! Stop! Don't mention $2 million, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the temptation. Money is no substitute for life..."
"That's right, it depends on survival. Lawton (Deadshot's real name), with Cheshire Cat, still has a chance to live."
Deathshooter paused, his face grim as he stared at the ventriloquist who emerged from the corner. That old bastard, he'd been hiding like a coward the whole time, but now…
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I didn't want to either, but Baby Bat insisted I do it!"
The ventriloquist uttered apologies, yet the muzzle of his Thompson submachine gun remained firmly pointed at the dead man. His round, chubby face was framed by glasses that gleamed with a sinister light.
"Don't force me to take action, I'm exhausted."
A more somber and hoarse voice emerged from the baby bat doll in his hand.
Deathstalker's heart sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you..."
"—If you don't attack him, I'm going to attack you."
Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist for his help.
Good! You understand the supervisory team.
"Fuck!"
"Death Shooter cursed. The Ventriloquist was right; with the Cheshire Cat in front, they could hold out for more than a minute. But if he were to engage the Ventriloquist now, with wolves in front and tigers behind, he would undoubtedly suffer a much worse fate."
He picked up the rocket launcher that had been thrown on the ground.
"One minute!" he cursed. "Just one minute!"
Then he raised the rocket launcher and fired it at Bane.
air!
"Get out of the way!"
The Cheshire Cat, who was dodging left and right, was almost blown into the air by this shot. She jumped and rolled to the side, panting heavily, and her voice was no longer cold and clear.
"You bastard, you dog! You almost blew me up!"
Countdown: 50 seconds.
boom!
Intense flames and thick smoke enveloped Bane, but the Death Shooter knew very well that weapons of this caliber only had a knockback effect and were completely ineffective against his opponent.
He fired continuously, then rolled over to the back of a wrecked car.
Countdown: 40 seconds.
Bane leaped out of the smoke, and Cheshire Cat tried to continue harassing him, but Bane ignored her completely, instead setting his sights on Deathshooter before launching himself at him like lightning. Each of his dashes was practically teleportation.
Bang bang bang!
With four gunshots, the four lights that had been illuminating the scene went off almost simultaneously. Bane paused slightly, but the silvery moonlight still guided him forward.
boom!
The spot where the Deadshot had just disappeared was blasted apart by Bane's kick, and construction debris was scattered into the sky like vegetation swept up by a lawnmower.
Before the deadly shooter, who was hiding elsewhere, could even feel relieved, he saw several steel bars and boulders hurtling towards him with unerring accuracy.
"what!"
Death Shooter let out a scream as he barely dodged the deadly steel bars, but was still struck on the shoulder by a boulder.
Damn it, Bane wasn't fooled at all!
Bane is the second most skilled escape artist after Batman and Mister Miracle. Deadshot's attempts to use tricks on him were simply futile.
His attempt to buy time not only failed, but also allowed Bane to turn the tables and unexpectedly injure him.
air!
air!
air!
Even with a shoulder wound, Death Shooter still fired three shells in rapid succession. This rapid-fire method maximized the explosive power, at least enough to stop...
Then Deadshot watched helplessly as Bane caught the three rocket launcher shells he had just fired with his bare hands, and then threw them all back with the movements of an ancient Greek demigod throwing a javelin.
The round, round cannonballs were reflected in his pupils.
"Fuck you."
Countdown: 30 seconds.
Boom!
Gravel rained down, and Death Shooter coughed up blood, his back burning with pain. Thankfully, his excellent armor prevented him from dying instantly.
He tried to get up and run away, then realized with despair that a huge rock was pinning his hind leg down. He looked at the composed Bane with despair in his eyes.
Haha, the world's most skilled person in using shooting weapons was actually killed by his own shell. Isn't that the funniest joke of the century?
The Cheshire Cat tried to run away, but without him to hold her back, Bane quickly caught her.
With one punch, Death Shooter watched helplessly as the Cheshire Cat rolled across the ground like a soccer ball, paving its way through the earth before finally crashing into a pile of construction debris and lying there motionless.
Countdown: 20 seconds.
Death Shooter gave a bitter laugh, then coughed up another mouthful of blood.
His internal organs were probably damaged, but it didn't matter anymore. He watched indifferently as Bain walked towards him step by step.
He recalled his entire life, scene by scene, flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Damn it, he actually got beaten so badly he was practically popping up on camera. Death Shooter wanted to laugh.
A poor childhood, a dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that pierced the bodies of his parents and sister, a shattered life, a military career, becoming a mercenary, and more—
daughter.
"Zoe..."
Countdown: 10 seconds.
and so.
This is the end.
This was the end of Freud Lawton's life.
Oh, bright moon... you are dark yet radiant.
……
……
……
The world breathes, murmuring after the heatwave and the explosion.
There are no military forces here...
Except for me.
There is no authority here anymore...
Except for me.
There is no hope here...
Except for me.
There is no Batman here, no one else here.
Only Bain is here.
Countdown: 3 seconds.
Bain reached out to the Deathstalker, that fatal, all-ending caress—
2 seconds.
His rough palms rubbed against the Death Shooter's throat.
1 seconds.
"Go to hell."
0 seconds.
"Bain—"
The roar seemed to come from a great distance, yet it also seemed to be right next to my ear.
The heavens and earth trembled, and the white night was filled with terror!
Bain paused, then turned sharply to face the godlike ultimate nightmare at the very top of the garbage mountain, trembling all over.
hum! ! !
Like a bomb exploding in the air, a chilling sense of terror swept over Bane's massive, horrifying body, making every hair on his body stand on end.
What kind of look is that!
The unfathomable darkness howled hysterically in his eyes, and the surging momentum came like a tsunami. The air he exhaled was like the fiercest north wind, carrying a biting cold, and like the glaciers of the Arctic Ocean that have never melted for thousands of years!
He simply stood there, yet he was like a tidal wave crashing down upon the earth!
One more step forward, and you'll die!
That's what his body was telling him.
Bane knew that Batman never killed anyone.
He's a good guy, a superhero. Superheroes all have a no-kill rule, right?
but……
He felt as if even his genes were roaring and warning him:
Take one more step and you will die!!!
Bane knew that even if the bats wanted to kill him, they couldn't; he had complete confidence in his own body.
But... what good is knowing?
The truth is, every drop of his blood, every muscle, even every strand of his hair, is screaming at him:
[To advance is to die!!!]
Bane didn't know how the bats did it.
He didn't know how the bat could project such a death threat, like a biological hormonal response, onto his body. It was impossible, it wasn't scientific, but it was something Batman did, so it seemed perfectly reasonable.
The true master of Gotham City roared and howled before him, asserting his sovereignty. The bat spread its wings, casting a shadow that illuminated this moment, this place, and the moment of the birth of the Son of Gotham!
So Bane abandoned Death Shooter, leaped a few times, and disappeared behind the garbage heap and the wreckage of cars.
On the eastern horizon, the first rays of dawn ripped through the darkness like a sword, illuminating that nightmarish figure. He stood bathed in the glow of the sunrise, sweeping away the gloom from all corners of the world.
The red sun rises in the east, its path is bright.
The long, dark night has come to an end.
(End of this chapter)