Chapter 21 Bane Attacks
Poof!
Bane retracted his big hand covered with brains and blood, and gently crushed it like a bubble of horse urine.
He shook off the white mucus on his hand with disgust, and let the headless corpse with blood spurting out collapse on the floor: "Garbage in the gutter. You are stupid enough to try to monitor me."
He kicked the corpse into a corner: "What's even more stupid is that you didn't run away immediately after I found you."
"We are sorry, Bane! This guy is a zombie with an undead head. We clearly sneaked and pierced it..."
"Ah-ah, no need to say more, my friends."
Bane ignored his panting men, and he quickly put the clawed assassin of the Court of Owls behind him. He relaxed his muscles, and his broad chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.
"Relax. Feel it with me."
Bane's three men looked at each other. They felt nothing except the strong smell of blood from the corpse.
"What do you feel? Bane?"
"Look at the street...what do you see?"
"Empty," the caveman and the zombie man answered one after another: "Dead."
"A city that is accustomed to its own horror has tasted the taste of fear." Birdman said.
"Yes, that's right, this is your power, Bane, you make them feel afraid."
"They plan to mobilize the army to deal with you, but they don't understand what they are facing at all."
They flattered cautiously: "They are only worthy of trembling at your feet."
My master.
The men didn't say it out loud, they silently recited it in their hearts.
"No."
But Bane's answer was beyond the expectations of the two.
"It's not like that!" Bane suddenly roared in a low voice: "You didn't feel it at all."
"Batman has been shrouding this city for too long. Gotham City was once the largest drug production and trade center in the United States! The largest population trading market! The most prosperous gambling city!"
He opened his hands, as if embracing the darkness that could not be seen by the naked eye.
"Gotham is a criminal's paradise! For so many years, the US government has been stuffing criminals from all over the country into Blackgate Prison.
Then they will soon be released on bail, medical parole, escape from prison, and then transform into citizens of Gotham.
The so-called Gotham has been a super prison from the beginning. They wish all the scum would kill each other to death until someone comes out to stop them from using Gotham as a trash can!"
He laughed sarcastically: "Before Batman was born, the public security in the United States was ten times better than it is now!"
"You say Gotham is afraid of me? What a joke."
"Not only is Gotham not afraid, she is excited! How vicious, she is actually excited "Finally, someone is going to defeat the bat, and finally someone is going to kill the bat. Those scum, gangsters, and villains can finally return to their past unrestrained criminal life." "The silence on the street is not because of fear, but because of expectation! They are jubilant and looking forward to it. Everyone hates Batman and they want Batman to die! The scum hates the bat, the powerful also hate the bat, even the old women who work in the white powder factory hate the bat!" "Batman tried to save Gotham? Don't talk bullshit, Gotham doesn't want to be saved at all, this bitch just wants to fall forever!" Bane felt it, he could feel it. Gotham was like a cruel mother, egging him in his ear, egging him to murder her only son, the bruised fighter. This vicious bitch, flirting in front of him, posing like a queen, asked him to pass the dirty trials of those ignorant fools, prove his greatness and strength to her, and then...
Go and take the crown that has never been touched by anyone -
Murder Batman!!!
This is really...
It's an honor.
He sat back on the sofa, his body unconsciously tensed and leaned forward, this action made his body slightly hunched. But this not only did not damage his majesty, but made him look like a beast ready to go.
"You three, leave this building as soon as possible. Surrender directly to the army, I will come to you later. I can't let go of my hands and feet if you are here."
Bane's voice was low, but unexpectedly gave people a high-pitched feeling, like the roaring magma rushing underground.
The light passed through the curtains and shone on his bulging biceps, making him look like a real iron man.
His three men left in a hurry. They had no doubt about Bane's decision, nor did they dare to question it.
Bane sat on his sofa, looking up, waiting quietly.
The long street was dead silent, with no one around.
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"Zizizizi...M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks and M2A3 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles are ready..."
"Received."
"M1777 howitzers are in place."
"Received."
Somewhere in Gotham, this is the National Guard's on-site command center.
Mayor Carlo turned his head and looked at Jim Gordon, who looked unhappy beside him: "Hey, Jim, don't always look so sullen, you don't really think I'm a fool. What's that sentence?"
"Despise the enemy strategically and take the enemy seriously tactically."
"We dispatched nearly 40,000 National Guards, tanks, machine guns, heavy machine guns, armed vehicles, and even semi-automatic missiles."
Mayor Carlo couldn't help but complain.
"Such a military configuration is enough to capture any small African country. Gordon, you have been a policeman in Gotham City. Have you really forgotten how terrifying modern weapons are?"
"We have seen those so-called strange people before, but in the face of real modern force, everything is garbage."
Mayor Carlo said proudly: "This is also thanks to the accurate location you provided, Gordon. In my opinion, as long as we relocate all the residents around, we can directly use missiles to clean up the place. Not to mention Bane, even a man made of iron will be melted. Water, there is no need to bother Batman at all. "
"So this is why you belittle Batman on TV?"
"Oh, come on, Gordon!" Mayor Carlo hooked Gordon's neck in a familiar way: "That's just a means to attract Bane. Didn't you adjust the TV signal yourself to ensure that Bane would be attracted by the TV program?"
"This is also a means to attract voters, the strongest means of canvassing votes to show everyone your tough image." Gordon pushed away his hooked arm and ruthlessly exposed Mayor Carlo's words.
"Tsk-people all need some spiritual sustenance. But Gordon, do you really think it is a normal choice for people to put all their hopes on a masked vigilante?"
Carlo lay back in his chair without caring.
"No matter how powerful Batman is, he is just one person. I don't deny his contributions to Gotham over the years, and I have no ill feelings towards him at all, but you have to know that in front of the state's violent machine, the power of an individual is insignificant, and humans are essentially collective creatures."
Mayor Carlo opened his hands and made a virtual grab in the air.
"There is strength in numbers."
He said: "The public should regain their confidence in the government instead of pinning their hopes on individual heroes. Don't you think that the public's fanatical admiration for Batman is a dangerous signal? They don't trust the police, they only trust Batman."
"No matter how we discredit Batman on TV, we have to admit that Batman's influence on the public has exceeded the normal scope."
"Remember Harvey Dent in the past? The Dent Act, hahaha, famous, ha! Then Dent turned bad, and the act ended."
Mayor Carlo said: "Only a stable organization like the government can guarantee the stability of the city for a long time. Even if I die today, this seamless machine can continue to operate normally."
"The government's prestige must be re-established, starting from today when all these super criminals are arrested and brought to justice."