69novels Chapter 153 Luther 1 must be Mudface in disguise, he slapped him across the face.
Chapter 153 Luther 1 must be Mudface in disguise, he slapped him across the face.
Chapter 153 Luther must be Mudface in disguise, he slaps him across the face.
The sound of water.
The sound of water dripping.
In the dark and quiet death cell, Bain could feel the cold, damp seawater creeping up his back.
The cold embraced his skin, then came darkness, and he fell.
"Mother……"
No one responded.
The only sound was the rising tide pouring into the cage.
He is Bain, who grew up in an underground cell in Penadoro prison. Every day, as the tide rose, the cell would be flooded by seawater, and young Bain could only struggle to survive for ten years.
These years forged his body, tempered his will, and made him a greater person.
Bain!
Then he opened his eyes.
呲la.
An insect-like segment protruded from his face, carrying a pungent stench. It was a sign that the decaying black was spiraling out of control; the green of all things was being suppressed by the drugs injected into his body, causing the decaying black to surge.
The deep darkness licked at Bane's spine like a tide, just like the countless days and nights, just like every night filled with fear, coldness, and sleeplessness.
But he's not finished yet.
With a blank expression, Bain pulled the insect-like segmented appendage that had pierced his mask from his face. He then gripped his chin with his other hand, unleashing an unparalleled burst of brute force, and he could hear himself groaning.
He threw the blood-stained bones on the ground.
Bain knew that if it were his previous self, who had to rely on Amber Gold to maintain the balance between the Green of All Things and the Black of Decay, so many drugs that inhibited the Green of All Things entering his body would probably be enough to completely destroy him in a short period of time.
But now it's different.
He deliberately disrupted that delicate balance; these drugs were designed for his past self, but now they wouldn't render him powerless to resist.
He regained his composure in just over ten seconds.
Batman miscalculated. He thought he would be terrified, break down, and unable to accept the fact that he had been deceived.
But he won't.
He is Bane, and Bane is never afraid.
He swung his fist and smashed a large group of traitors who were trying to continue rushing up to inject him with drugs into a cloud of mud.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
He gasped for breath, then, unwilling to give up, scanned everyone again with the zombie Black.
Memory, perfectly normal. They are all living, breathing people.
hateful.
Another insect segment grew from Bain's buttocks, right where the previous flower had grown.
Bain didn't move. Removing it would affect his movement due to the wound. So, if the insect segment wouldn't bother him, he'd let it grow.
He distanced himself from his men, turned his head, and saw Batman standing beside him with his arms crossed.
He maintained a cold freedom in the void, his eyes and gaze seeming to be indifferent to everything happening in the world.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He heard Batman say, "This is your subordinate. I know nothing about this. You have to believe me."
"I am Batman, I would never plan such conspiracies."
The Egghead brothers pounced on them from the left and right, each holding a potion.
They were minor villains who had been in Gotham for many years. The moment they jumped up, Bane had already read through the zombie Black how many sheets of toilet paper they had used in a week, but that still didn't stop him from kicking them flying backward and watching them smash their faces into a sticky mess on the ground.
Bain forced himself to focus some of his attention on his former "underlings".
There are still many mud-faced people holding the medicine. Talking about the efficacy of medicine without considering the dosage is just being irresponsible. He has temporarily suppressed the effects of the previous medicine, but if they continue to ambush him and increase the dosage, he himself cannot be sure what will happen.
When Bain raised his hand, a bloody hole had appeared in the palm of his left hand, filled with rotting flesh and oozing black blood.
The next second, some kind of huge pincers extended from his palm, piercing through the several mud-faced men who rushed at him, and slamming them heavily to the ground.
Bane kept a close eye on Batman out of the corner of his eye, remaining wary of him.
But at this moment, Batman seemed to have no intention of attacking him at all.
madness.
But that's perfect. Although he doesn't know Batman's reasons, without the other party's interference, he can finally give it his all.
Then, Bain saw the other person reach up and wipe their face.
"!"
FUCK!
He saw the mud-faced Batman ghost!
Batman's action startled Bane so much that his heart stopped for two seconds. He could no longer maintain the cold and ruthless expression behind his mask, and his movements slowed down by a beat. Instantly, three mud-faced figures jumped up and clung to his back like little bastards, wielding syringes and giving him three more injections.
"Aww!"
Bain yelled and swatted the three mud-faced men away like flies. He reached down and pulled the still-uninjected potion from his back. A violent backlash caused black blood to gush from his mouth and nose, like a bottle of cola that had been violently shaken open.
Then Bane turned to look at Batman and saw that the man had just smeared something on his face, touched his buttocks and chin, and yawned widely.
He gave him an annoying look, as if he'd noticed his gaze and was confused, and said, "What are you looking at me for? Don't you have a fight to fight?"
Bain felt a surge of anger rising within him.
"Holy shit, there are so many mud-faced people among us!"
"Woman Bat" and two other minor villains quickly flew out from the group of villains. "Woman Bat" took the lead, flapping her wings as she approached Bane, saying:
"I can't believe I've spent so much time with so many mudfaces! Good heavens, these guys are all—Bane, what are we going to do…"
My brain is very clean; it's just normal memory.
His hand was placed to the side, showing no intention of taking out the medicine.
Bain hesitated slightly, then withdrew his strength and slapped her hard in the back.
boom!
The upper body of "Woman Bat" was blown apart by the monstrous force, mud flying everywhere, revealing the metal inner skeleton, which was also twisted in the shock wave.
Bain remained expressionless.
Sure enough, it was a muddy face again.
He felt ashamed that he had hesitated for half a second before slapping her.
That's right, they were all covered in mud; he shouldn't have had any illusions!
What insulted him most was that, even at this point, Mudface still wanted to deceive him?!
Does Bain look like an idiot?!
Does Bain look like an idiot?!
Is he that stupid?
Those mud-faced people actually thought that Bain would fall into the same trap again and again?
He knew that there couldn't be a single genuine person among that bunch of mud-faced people.
The other two villains were a beat slower. They approached him using a similar excuse to the female bat, but he swatted them away one by one. This time he didn't hold back at all. Mud exploded, and his metal skeleton was smashed into a pancake. The opponent's entire body was no match for his flesh, which was enhanced by the black decay.
"Wow, aren't you afraid of accidentally killing your teammates?"
He heard Batman exclaim dramatically beside him, "Honestly, that slap could definitely kill someone."
Bain ignored him.
He had seen through Batman's tricks; the other man had planted countless Clayfaces around him, perhaps from the very beginning...
No, no, this is terrible, Bain thought back to the time he spent with Jason.
Perhaps after some time had passed, his men had already been heavily infiltrated by Mudface and had been completely replaced.
He shouldn't trust anyone now. No matter who he meets, if he has no water or can't do the tests, the most important thing is to slap them first and see the results.
Even at this point, Bain remained incredibly calm. Even as he was currently locked in combat with those mud-faced people, he never forgot his true objective:
batman.
That's right, Mudface is just one of Batman's henchmen, and fighting him day and night is a complete waste of time.
This is why he didn't use Zombie Blake to fight these Mudfaces.
Batman was too careless. He thought he had the victory in his grasp and didn't notice the little tricks he was using to manipulate the zombie Black.
Bane had made ample preparations to counter the combined forces of Superman and Batman. His earlier mistake of mistaking Superman for Batman was indeed a blunder; using the wrong tactics against Superman inevitably led to his defeat.
But at this moment, he was facing the real Batman!
After taking control of the zombie Black, in addition to scanning his subordinates immediately, he also briefly read their memories from the past four hours.
From Black's attempt to drive Superman insane to Brainiac's attempt to control him, Bane has made up for everything that happened on the field in a short period of time.
Therefore, he could confirm that the Superman who flew away was the "Batman" he had tried to cross-dress with but failed, and that the one in front of him was the real deal.
The guy in front of him had even used nanobots in front of Black before, a move that only the real Batman could use. He had seen the guy use this move countless times before.
The Superman who flew away could shoot red lasers from his eyes, and Bane could even appear in front of you during his fight with Black, making it feel even more real and authentic.
Even if Mudface could use some means to fabricate false memories to deceive him, he has now completely controlled Black with Rotten Black, so Black's memories can't lie to him, right?
People can always believe in something, right?
"Impossible. Blake is all mud-faced too—good heavens, what am I thinking?" Bain shook his head, took a deep breath, and solidified his thoughts.
Don't let the mud face influence you, and don't let it interfere with your judgment.
Just now, while he was fighting those mud-faced guys, he had secretly equipped the zombie Black with an electromagnetic interference device. This device can create an electromagnetic field in a certain area that is enough to destroy nanobots. It is a weapon that he painstakingly invented specifically to deal with Batman.
In order to understand the principles of electromagnetism, during his time away from prison, he even broke into the home of an expert in electromagnetism and nanotechnology at Star Labs and forced the expert to teach him science!
He could even recall the bewildered look on the professor's wrinkled face when the other person heard that he didn't want money, life, or sex, only knowledge.
His long period of study has finally yielded results. This weapon, specifically designed and invented by him, is designed to target nanobots and will surely deal a devastating blow to Batman!
With the help of the zombie Black's telekinetic abilities, he had silently deployed the weapon in the field within just a few minutes.
As soon as he makes a move...
With a bang, in the blink of an eye, Bane knocked one of the mud-faced figures away, then took two steps back and quickly approached Batman. An electromagnetic energy field rose up, encircling the two of them and keeping all the mud-faced figures outside the field.
"what!"
At the same time, Batman let out a scream and collapsed to his knees, powerless.
Bane felt his blood boiling. He couldn't wait to pounce on Batman, straddle him, and start punching him in the head.
"Why are you lying on the ground? Huh? Weren't you supposed to be infallible? Didn't you like using your mud face? Keep using it, see if it can save you. Don't you have potions? Keep using them!"
Bane clearly saw Batman try to resist. Batman condensed black sand, but under the influence of Bane's electromagnetic field, it quickly flickered with blue light and collapsed helplessly to the ground, like real sand, blown away by the wind from Bane's punch.
"Come on! Come on! I'm not afraid of you! Aren't you pinned to the ground by me right now?!"
A barrage of punches rained down on him. Bain stood up, panting, and saw countless mud-faced figures blocked outside.
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone as steady as possible, and looked at Batman, who was sprawled on the ground.
"I won, Batman. It was that easy." He eagerly grabbed Batman and placed him on his lap.
He needed to finish quickly; those mud-covered faces outside wouldn't be blocked by the electromagnetic field for long. He needed to get it over with quickly and have his fun first.
He knew this couldn't completely defeat Batman. Even though the electromagnetic field had destroyed the opponent's nanobots, he could still transform his own body into a nanobot form. A simple broken back wouldn't be enough to defeat the opponent.
He knew, he knew everything.
But at least for this moment, he wanted to do the action he had always wanted to do but had never been able to, the action he had been obsessed with for so long.
Brokeback Mountain!
"It's too easy, so easy that it's making me a little bored."
He said.
Nothing is more exhilarating than describing something painstakingly accomplished as something "simple to do."
Then he heard Batman say something like "High-speed bullets, activate!" but he didn't have time to pay attention to it.
No matter what Batman says, it won't change his victory today.
He lifted Batman high above his head, but the man didn't react at all, like a statue made of steel.
"I should have killed you... but death would only... I just wanted something simple, to break that damn back of yours!"
Bain finished saying that sentence, the sentence he had always wanted to say.
Then, with great excitement, he used all his strength to slam Batman hard against his knee.
Click!
There was a crisp cracking sound, like rice cakes popping on a hot plate, or like every tormented kneecap flying and bravely venturing into the world.
The next second, Bain felt as if he had bumped into a steel plate.
呲!
Black blood gushed out joyfully. Bane silently put Batman down, clutching his shattered knee once again, and fell into deep thought.
Just then, Luther, who had rushed over, arrived at the scene.
(End of this chapter)