bookbashuk Chapter 8 Bane's Attack
Chapter 8 Bane's Attack
Chapter 8 Bane's Attack
Knock knock knock!
Someone knocked on the window of Chen Tao's bread van.
Chen Tao rolled down his car window and saw that the thugs who had come to extort money earlier had brought a larger group of people standing outside his bread cart, holding machetes and crowbars.
"You really think you're Batman just because you dress like him? You really fooled me just now..."
Chen Tao didn't bother to waste any more words with him. He simply stretched out one hand, which instantly transformed into a spinning off-road vehicle wheel. Then, taking advantage of the other man's dazed state, he slammed it into his forehead.
"roll!"
Using a machete and the second-generation Robin's sword to rob someone in Gotham is so low.
Watching the thugs scurry away in a panic, Chen Tao changed his expression and picked up the microphone.
"Hey, can you hear me? I'm glad you can hear me."
He pinched his throat and spoke into the microphone in the cool, detached voice of the Cheshire Cat.
Good day, my dear mercenaries.
Then he quickly switched to the voice of Deathscream:
"I'm glad you didn't have any conflict. Believe me, that's exactly what I wanted to see. Now, untie Killer Crocodile."
The Death Shooter kept a straight face and didn't ask stupid questions like "Who are you?"
He mentally assessed whether he should continue to get involved in this mess.
He sensed a conspiracy. Indeed, it always started with a story like this: a cunning and wicked mastermind lured a naive and clueless mercenary.
Mercenaries don't take on just anyone's job—except for daring and skilled individuals like Deathstroke, who is a superhuman and strong enough to kill any employer who tries to sabotage him.
However, under normal circumstances, mercenaries are also mortal beings, and they can easily die on the spot if betrayed by their employers. Therefore, people like Death Shooter usually choose reliable employers through intermediaries.
For example, the Ventriloquist has proven himself to be a kind, pure, and law-abiding mob boss, which is why the Death Shooter came here.
But who is this unknown mastermind behind it all...?
The ventriloquist untied the killer crocodile's ropes.
The beast leaped up from the ground, baring its teeth and claws. At such close range, the Death Shooter lowered his gun.
Fortunately, the crocodile did not attack them. His eyes lit up as he ran into the pile of banknotes, painstakingly picking each banknote out of the dust and carefully stuffing it back into the carriage.
"Hehehe! I have $2 million now, hehehe!"
The javelin captain, watching from the sidelines, was practically splitting his plasmosphere in envy: "Damn it, why is my salary only—"
Chen Tao then switched to the sound of a javelin:
"Don't envy Killer Croc; he's just paying his basic salary for the next four years in advance—"
"And I am a generous employer. As long as you complete the tasks I assign, I guarantee that every one of you here will be able to take home hundreds of millions of dollars in a few months. This is an unprecedentedly big job, and it's up to you to see if you have the guts to take it."
"..."
Deathshooter immediately made up his mind; he was determined to get involved in this mess. It wasn't for the money; he just loved taking risks.
Chen Tao rambled on and on about a bunch of nonsense, which can be summarized as follows:
Me, My Rich Brother!
Your Rich Employer
Spreading Money
On the Use of Money Power
This pancake is big and round.
Actually, Chen Tao isn't a good speaker, but it's a different story if the audience is surrounded by mountains of US dollars during his speeches.
On one side was the killer crocodile, whose money and wealth were undeniable, and on the other side was the naked threat from three other people banding together. So the slipknot pulled out a stiff smile, the tattooed man happily patted his belly, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.
The javelin captain chimed in from the sidelines, "Ah, great employer! You are so generous!"
His obsequious behavior, reminiscent of a Shakespearean operatic aria, left Death Shooter speechless.
"...Didn't you say you weren't planning to take on any more missions?"
"I've changed my mind."
"Hmph, what a money-grubbing bastard!" Death Shooter said with disdain.
Chen Tao continued:
"Then the temporary squad is formed. I've already thought of a name for you: the Suicide Squad."
"What an unlucky name."
"I'll give you an extra $10."
"This name is fantastic."
Who cares? It doesn't cost money to say nice things anyway.
Regardless, Deathshooter breathed a sigh of relief. This mission was now complete, and as for the next one, as long as he was cautious, he was sure he would be able to return home alive.
With $2 million, he could perhaps retire and spend time with his daughter...
Chen Tao, behind the screen, also breathed a sigh of relief. Once he dealt with Bain, he could probably retire and then...
"Once I've earned $2 million, I'll go back to my hometown, buy a big villa, and then my wife and I—"
puff!
It was like crushing a puddle of horse urine. The blindfolded blond head of the javelin captain was crushed like a watermelon by a large hand, and the javelin in his hand fell limply to the ground.
puff!
Several kilometers away, Chen Tao spat his coffee onto the live stream screen, then suddenly stood up and slammed his head against the ceiling of the bread truck.
Time seemed to slow down.
Deathshooter's eyes widened as he heard the Cheshire Cat's shrill, distorted meow tremble: "Enemy attack!!!"
He saw that enormous figure... the half-naked upper body with its bulging muscles and veins, like a python winding across its body.
The most eye-catching thing was the bright green IV tubing connecting his head and arm, and the hood...
"Bane!"
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Bain often felt as if he were falling into a vast emptiness... the deep darkness gathering into an ocean.
This is his cradle, and also his tombstone.
But this in no way limited his thinking.
His soul broke free of the coffin and wandered in the white night where death and life coexisted.
He would find the bat monster, stand there, in its shadow, fight it, and finally kill it! And his fear would die with it—
At that time, all of Gotham will be singing:
Holy hero Bane has conquered the evil king of demons—Batman!
Holy Bane, you rule over the four corners of Gotham, above all others!
But the hero's adventures are never always smooth sailing... The Demon King dispatched his minions.
That blue-faced, fanged beast, his defeated foe, groveled before the demon king for money.
It bared its sharp teeth, trying to intimidate the powerful Bane.
But the brave man will not be intimidated by him.
He swung his uppercut like a pendulum, sending Killer Croc reeling backward and crashing to the ground.
"I thought I had defeated you, you beast... but now I have no choice but to kill you."
The monster leaped from the ground, its fanged mouth exuding a venomous aura... It roared, its heavy fist slamming into the hero's head, its sharp claws tearing at Bain's flesh.
"You want to reign supreme in Gotham? Hmm? If it weren't for your juice, you wouldn't even be a competitor!"
Bain punched it in the face, knocking it to the ground again.
Another punch sent shards of stone flying as its head hit the ground.
Another punch, and half of the beast's head was embedded in the concrete.
Bain grabbed the wreckage of a nearby car and lifted it high into the air—
"I don't need venom to kill an insect like you..."
boom!
"Because I am Bane!"
boom!
"A nightmare of all stumbling blocks!"
boom!
"A calamity upon all living things!"
boom! ! !
The killer crocodile screamed in agony as its remains deformed, twisted, and then shattered into pieces.
A gunshot rang out, Bane dodged the bullet, and then turned his head.
His figure was as agile as a dolphin leaping out of the water, and his eyes shone brightly in the white night where illusion and reality intertwined.
Ah... of course, the Demon King also has other subordinates.
(End of this chapter)