After the butler Alfred finished speaking, the channel signal belonging to Bruce froze in the headset.
Batman wanted to show off his money-making ability and ridiculed Russell for being a poor man. As a result, he accidentally laughed at the whole Gotham, no, the whole world.
As you can imagine, the front page of tomorrow's newspaper will most likely be a black and white silhouette of Batman, accompanied by the bold and enlarged line 'I am rich'.
It didn't matter that he had offended the whole world. The key was that his aloof persona had collapsed. Russell guessed that he wanted to die.
Bah, you are stupid!
Just a few stinky money, showing off all day long, let’s see if you show off next time!
Russell felt secretly happy. It was really nice to see Batman pretending to be awesome. Also, I really can’t blame him this time. Six billion people around the world can testify that he just turned on the amplifier and made an unintentional mistake.
The Bat-Fighter in the sky was silent for a moment. Perhaps the pilot was also shocked by Batman's incredible strength. Anyway, he paused for about ten seconds before remembering to aim and fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
The six-barreled Vulcan cannon under the fuselage rotated rapidly, spitting out a deadly metal storm, drawing a red line of fire under the night sky. The careful tracking missiles mounted on both sides of the wings were launched at the same time. In an instant, murderous intent descended, showering a barrage of fire. .
The Bat Fighter is jet black and extremely strong. The entire body is covered with a special black coating and has visual stealth capabilities.
Its design concept is roughly similar to the vertical propulsion glider under Russell's feet, which allows fighter aircraft to take off, land and hover vertically, and has the ability to control balance.
To put it bluntly, the Bat Fighter is an enlarged version of a vertically propelled glider, except that it propels faster and carries more weapons and ammunition.
Considering Batman's principle of not killing people, these weapons and ammunition were most likely added by Bane later.
boom! boom! Boom!
On the huge electronic screen of the Commercial Plaza, Russell was first shot down by a metal storm, crashed to the ground with his glider, and then was continuously bombarded by follow-up missiles.
The fire explosion flooded his position, the high temperature distorted the air, and his eyes turned bright red. He was probably killed on the spot.
However, when the camera turned and switched to the perspective of a helicopter aerial photography, Russell was standing on the Bat fighter at some point, holding a Sand Eagle in each hand.
Black gunpowder smoke drifted away from the Deathstroke Armor, which was mostly broken and missing. It had lost its basic defensive effect. Only the blue eyes on the faceplate still shined.
"Demolish hundreds of millions in one go, or Batman's hundreds of millions. I've wanted to do this for a long time." Russell stepped on the Bat fighter, pointing his guns at his feet. I don't know if it was intentional, but the amplifier was still on.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
The trigger was pulled, and the magic rapid-fire bullet with extremely strong penetrating power came out of the chamber, and blue light erupted from the muzzle.
Under the surprised gaze of the audience, the Sand Eagle in his hand seemed to have unlimited ammunition. He held the trigger tightly, and hundreds of bullets sprayed out in the blink of an eye.
Bullets penetrated the fuselage, wings, and cockpit, and the pilot was killed on the spot. Because of the autopilot function, the Bat fighter remained suspended in the air without falling.
Bang!
A high-intensity magical destructive bullet was fired, and the huge blue light ball hit the engine at the tail of the aircraft. In just one shot, the surface armor of the Bat fighter was shattered, the engine was also scrapped, and the entire aircraft swayed and fell from the sky.
Boom! !
The Bat Fighter turned into a huge torch, and red flames rose on the spot. Russell stepped out of the flames, his armor filled with smoke. It was obviously an extremely hot scene, but it made every viewer feel chilled.
In a corner of Gotham City, Batman, who was tracking the specific location of the dirty bomb, stopped and cursed to himself.
"asshole!"
During the first fight, Russell did not draw his gun, and neither the extremely penetrating rapid-fire bullets nor the high-intensity magical burst bullets were shown to him.
Its sinister intentions are self-evident!
After shooting down the Bat Fighter, Russell didn't say anything. He said that he had demolished hundreds of millions to deliberately anger Bruce, hoping to see him get angry and jump around, destroying his cold persona.
In fact, Russell knew very well that for the master, the Bat Fighter was a consumable. Its full name was: Sun-Disposable Bat Fighter.
As the name suggests, in every battle, one must be thrown!
This is true, no exaggeration whatsoever.
It’s not just Batman, Bruce Wayne, who spends millions of dollars to catch a thief and spends tens or even millions of dollars, the Bat family is also the same.
Take Bruce's son Damian Wayne as an example. When he was 10 years old, he had already learned the family secret of picking up girls - throwing money!
This smash is worth 5 million US dollars.
At that time, Damian Wayne was still teething, he was still a child!
Stepping out of the sea of fire, Russell waved away the flames on his shoulders. When he arrived in the middle of the hall square, dozens of burly men on the opposite side were waiting with guns and ammunition, each with a semi-automatic firepower.
Russell ignored this group of lackeys and cannon fodder, and focused his attention on the several figures coming out of the municipal building. They were either tall or short, and each had an extraordinary aura.
"These guys..."
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't recognize any of these people.
It can't be said that he didn't recognize any of them. The burly man at the head had swollen muscles, his lines were as clear as a knife and an axe, and he was as tall and strong as an iron tower.
He wore a black vest, leather trousers, iron boots, a respirator mask on his head, and several tubes inserted into his back.
In this look, Bane didn't run away.
"Are you Deathstroke?" Bain asked angrily.
Russell didn't say anything, and looked at Bain quietly. From the appearance, Bain looked like a rough and arrogant man.
The truth is completely opposite. This guy seems to be an extremely strong villain, but he is actually a super genius with an IQ that is comparable to Batman. He mostly uses his brain to fight.
How Bruce broke his back this time, he did not elaborate on, and Russell did not ask. He only knew that he fell into Bane's plan and was successfully attacked by him.
But Russell remembers the Battle of Brokeback in the comics very clearly.
Bane just came to Gotham City and began to collect all information about Batman. He spent a lot of time studying his every move and used his clever brain to deduce that Batman is Bruce Wayne.
Bane then forced his way into Arkham Asylum and released Batman's old enemies the Joker, Scarecrow and other dangerous elements one by one, and then followed them for three months, watching Batman recapture them.
When Batman returned to Wayne Manor exhausted, Bane, who had been lurking for a long time, burst out of the Batcave and had a great battle, eventually breaking Batman's spine.
It can be seen that Bane defeated Batman not with muscles, but with brains.
"It's great that you want to be a hero like Batman, but I'm very curious, how far can you go?"
Bain waved his hand, and a group of hostages were escorted forward and knelt down in front of the municipal building. Behind each of them was a big man with a gun pointing at their heads.
"These are the city officials of Gotham, especially this gentleman..." Bain pointed to one of the haggard men: "He is the mayor of Gotham City and the most important hostage I have. He knows that I Why didn't you kill them?"
"Ransom!" Russell replied.
"No, I'm waiting for you to come..."
Bane's voice became very dull through the mask: "I found the 'Anti-Deathstroke Armor' in Batman's base. This set of equipment was kept separately by Batman and marked with the most dangerous number. I was very confused. What ability do you have that makes him feel like he is facing a powerful enemy, and he has specially formulated a new type of suit to deal with it..."
Russell interrupted: "If you want to sow discord, there's no need. I know very well that Batman has persecution delusions. Everyone who is noticed by him will develop a special response plan, even if it's me. of good people.”
Bruce: "..."
He thought Russell was deliberately slandering him in front of the whole world!
"Good guy!?"
Bain didn't seem to agree very much, but he didn't continue to struggle, and said slowly: "Later, I found the video data of Batman fighting you. You are very powerful, and you can beat the shit out of him in three or five blows."
Russell said kindly: "Don't say that. Although what you said is true, many viewers are watching. Save some face for Batman."
Bruce: "..."
The situation was a little different from what he expected. He wanted Russell to trick Bane and the Joker, but in the end, they were trying to trick him the whole time.
"From the video, I saw your great strength. Even though Batman's 'Anti-Deathstroke Armor' is here, I still feel it's not safe, so I kept these hostages."
Bane said: "It's time for you to prove yourself. How will you choose the city of Gotham? Are you like us or like Batman?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Disarm you, or I'll kill them all."
After Bain finished speaking, the big men with guns pulled the bolts of their guns to make a sound, pointing at the hostage who was trembling in pain, creating psychological pressure for Russell.
On the upper floor of the municipal building, the clown held a telescope and looked at the scene in the square with a smile, looking forward to Russell's next choice.
At the same time, Bruce, who was acting secretly, also stopped and looked back in the direction of the municipal building.
"boring!"
Russell turned on the amplifier, and under the camera's recording, he raised his pistol and pulled the trigger continuously, using rapid-fire penetrating bullets to headshot each hostage one by one.
At the same time, the big man with a gun behind the hostage was shot and fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his body. They fell to the ground one by one and howled, and the screams could not be heard.
On the building, the Joker was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly. Batman in the distance clenched his fists, and everyone watching the live broadcast in Gotham City was stunned.
"Hahaha, is this your choice?"
Bain asked with a smile: "What's your explanation, pure justice, saving more people at the expense of a small number of people?"
"Stop making trouble, those are not hostages, they are disguised by your men." Russell curled his lips. His telepathy was not a decoration. He could clearly see whether these people were good or bad.
"Since it's been discovered, forget it..."
Bain was silent for a moment and then said with a smile: "But it's not a pity. Although you haven't become one of ours, at least one thing can be confirmed. You are different from Batman."
boom! !
There was a loud noise on the central floor of the municipal building, and a piece of dark armor fell from the sky, with a gold belt around its waist and a red bat logo on its chest.
The armor is fully enclosed, with scarlet eyes on the visor. There is no bat cape, and it has a propeller on its back that allows it to fly at high speeds.
The metallic texture is strong, bringing heavy pressure and murderous intent as soon as it appears.
Anti-Deathstroke armor!
"What, do you want to surrender?"
Bain said kindly: "Batman made the armor specifically for you. It has a built-in supercomputer that has entered all your data and simulated battles tens of thousands of times. You have never won once."
"Only ten thousand times?"
Russell curled his lips disdainfully: "If Batman simulated fighting ten million times, he would find that the so-called 'anti-Deathstroke armor' has a winning rate of only one thousandth."
"Why? Why are you so confident even when you are about to die?"
Bane did not laugh loudly like an ordinary villain, mocking Russell for his ignorance of life and death, but asked with great interest: "Do you have other trump cards? It can't be the tattered armor on your body, right?"
Russell raised his hands and took a look. He had fought several battles tonight and the Deathstroke armor had become tattered. For example, the arm armor had long since disappeared.
"This is not tatters, but the traces of time..."
