The sudden attack from Thomas... no, from Silence was obviously beyond Bruce Wayne's expectation.
Little did he imagine that the day would come when something like a batarang would become a weapon against himself.
He dodged and rolled to the side, and there was a clanging sound on the floor as he was hit by a row of batarangs, erecting a row of arrangements like works of art.
"Hahaha! It's useless! Bruce!"
Silence was still so excited that his voice trembled and his face was flushed, as if he was performing some indescribable exercise.
Years of hatred, dissatisfaction, anger, endless waiting and resentment hidden in the darkness can finally be released on this day and at this moment. Of course, he will be so happy that he can hardly contain himself.
"I know you well, Bruce, better than you know yourself."
Silence stepped on elegant steps, leisurely chasing Bruce who kept avoiding him.
This is his best chance.
He waited long enough and had enough opportunities to implement his plan, but even Shimo felt that it was not the best opportunity.
But today it is! Bruce is exhausted, and even now he may fall down at any time even if there is no fierce battle. The various reports on the TV about the last demonic invasion of hell and the turmoil in Gotham these days, every time It was Batman who stepped in to solve the problem.
He was at the end of his strength.
…
In fact, Silent's judgment is completely correct.
Bruce is indeed in bad shape.
The scars from previous battles and the mental and physical fatigue tortured him all the time. The reason why he didn't fall down directly was because he was Bruce and Batman.
But now, things are really not good.
The wine Thomas handed him might have some narcotic ingredients in it.
And Bruce has determined that this house is now locked, and even the windows are made of tempered glass. This place is completely repeating the previous mission. It is still a huge cage.
"You don't want to run away, Bruce."
The silent voice still echoed in the room: "You don't like fighting, but you like to get the results you want through such fighting.
This is the hypocritical side of you.
And I won't. "
Silence pulled out two pistols from behind: "I will only kill you..."
With a bang, the bullet hit the wall where Bruce was hiding. Silence continued: "...after I asked you what I also want and tortured you enough."
Picking up a batarang from the ground, Bruce looked at the tooth-marked batarang without saying a word, and the image of Thomas practicing desperately with this batarang naturally emerged in his mind.
"Tommy."
Bruce shouted in a deep voice: "Tell me you didn't commit other crimes."
"Hahaha, how is that possible, Bruce, put away your ugly hypocritical face!
You can't guess what I did.
Isn’t it~”
After ducking out from behind the wall, the batarang in Bruce's hand flew out, but when he heard a bang, he was hit directly by Silence's gun with the gun in his hand, and bounced to an unknown place.
Silence is at least not lying at all, he is indeed a genius.
His marksmanship is good enough to become one of the strongest people in the world.
…
The sound of landing came from Bruce Wayne. He borrowed the cover of a batarang and jumped directly from behind the wall to behind the sofa. Then, like a ghost, he suddenly jumped from the other direction of the sofa at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his current physical condition. He ran out and punched Silence.
Unexpectedly, Silence did not evade or resist at all.
"Ah……"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled evilly, and was about to speak: "I'm totally powerless, Blue..."
Then there was another punch.
Bruce Wayne will never be old-fashioned, never give up an opportunity, and will never abide by the so-called battlefield etiquette.
Fighting is originally a method of achieving goals through violence.
It is pure.
And this punch also reminded Silence.
What he faced seemed a little different from the Bruce he remembered who wouldn't fight back after being beaten.
However, this doesn't affect anything.
Bruce's fist was indeed weak.
"That's it...that's it! This is your true face! You hypocritical villain!"
Silence suddenly threw away the pistol, with a ferocious face, clenched his teeth tightly, waved his fists full of anger, and hit Bruce.
As a top unarmed fighting master, Bruce is proficient in almost all fighting styles in the world and various fighting techniques on and off the field.
If it can bring him a successful attack, Bruce will even use his teeth to bite off the opponent's nose.
It can be said that one of Bruce's strongest abilities is his mastery of bare-handed fighting skills.
However, his current physical strength is really not very sufficient.
And because Shen Mo knew him well enough, she adopted the most effective method: hugging him.
He rushed over directly, used his shoulders to resist Bruce, and pressed it against his sternum. Hoarse, meaningless shouts came from between the silent and wide-open mouth, and the bloody teeth, as if venting some anger, like a dye on the field. The silence like a bloody bull pushed Bruce against the wall, and bumped Bruce against the wall with his shoulders.
Dust and blood covered Silence's back.
"ah--!"
He raised his hands high, lifted Bruce above his head, and threw him to the ground hard.
"Huh...huh..."
The physical consumption of silence comes more from something in the heart, which should be called: the flame of anger.
"Bruce...you're not dead yet, get up!"
"Ahem...as you wish..."
With a corner of his forehead scratched and blood all over his face, Bruce got up with slightly trembling legs. His face was still expressionless, but with a slight...
A little mercy.
"Tommy, my friend, I really don't know."
"What do not you know!"
"I didn't know that you've been living such a hard life these past few years."
"Damn damn damn! Damn Bruce!"
Silence was completely crazy, his molars were almost broken, and his clenched fists were shaking uncontrollably: "What I hate the most is your mouth, what I hate most is your savior-like face!
Go to hell...
Go to hell, die, die—! "
A crazy face, an indifferent face.
The two people standing opposite each other rushed towards each other again.
This time, it’s no longer a hug. Instead they struggled together.
……………………
I don’t know how long it took, maybe five minutes, maybe eight minutes, maybe half an hour.
In short, this luxurious trap cell that took a lot of time and money to renovate. From the outside, everything looks like it was before, but inside, it has been destroyed and in a mess.
Silence has really lived here for a long time, imagining here, thinking here, longing here... But all his furniture and other things related to life have disappeared.
The sofa was broken into a wooden frame, and the fillings such as sponges were scattered all over the floor. The broken wooden frame was also stained with blood.
Tableware, wine, kitchen utensils and other things were basically broken under the windows everywhere. It can be seen that when they were thrown away, they were thrown with great force and they were broken thoroughly.
As for other electrical appliances, tables, chairs and benches... none of them were good, they were all broken into various pieces, looking very much like post-modern works of art.
Silence leaned against the wall, sitting there slumped, breathing slowly.
He seemed to be seriously injured, at least in his plan, he shouldn't have been so seriously injured.
In addition to receiving a lot of punches, which caused his nose bones to be broken and his teeth to be slightly loose, his chest was kicked in the air, which caused some chest tightness. Two of his fingers were also broken off, and there were also injuries on his legs. Two chopsticks were inserted.
So far, there was only one thing that was slightly beyond his expectation, and that was that Bruce, who was already at the end of his strength when he met him, still had such strong fighting ability and such terrifying willpower.
For this day, Silence has been planning for more than four years. As for learning techniques such as firearms, explosions, traps, and learning street fighting skills, it will be even longer.
However, he was just a little carried away by hatred and a little arrogant, and he was beaten like this by that guy Bruce.
He had to admit that at least the Bruce as an adult was indeed somewhat different from the Bruce he was familiar with.
"But, I guessed everything else correctly...hehe, that's enough."
He stood up painfully, holding on to the wall, dragging his injured leg, silently step by step, to Bruce who was lying under the opposite window, completely unconscious.
Bruce's injuries were far more serious than his. His whole body looked like a punctured blood bag, and he really didn't look like a living person.
But Yanmo knew that he was still alive, and those were just skin injuries. The reason that caused him to faint was that his head was hit by a stool leg.
He reached out to touch Bruce's neck and felt his pulse, and pulled out his eyes, and he indeed passed out.
"call……"
For some reason, Silence breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he seemed to curse something angrily, as if he felt he shouldn't sigh.
"Bruce..."
Silence picked up the gun and pointed it at Bruce's head. After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't fire.
"Sigh... I still can't bear to let you die so easily.
You deserve to die worse, suffer more pain, and be tortured more, don't you, Bruce..."
Dragging Bruce's leg, Yanmo endured the pain of the wound on his leg and dragged Bruce to the cell that had been prepared in the basement.
This is a cell that does not need to be locked. Silence has long been prepared to lock Bruce in here and then directly weld the door shut until Bruce dies inside.
He wanted to break Bruce's hand, put him in a small human-shaped jar made of pig iron, with only one head exposed, and then feed him every other week and tell him what happened after he replaced him.
Ah...that must be...what a beautiful scene...
But right now, he can't do that because his injury is a little serious and needs to be dealt with simply, and he has other things to do.
"Bruce... I'll take advantage of you first. Let you live a little longer."
He threw Bruce directly into the dungeon, closed the cell door silently, dragged his injured leg to the package that Bruce had brought, and opened it.
"Oh, sure enough, I always guess right."
The package was opened, and inside was a pile of dark parts. Although he had never come into close contact with him, when he saw the helmet with sharp ears, how could he not know: "Is this Batman's armor, Bruce?" , thank you for your gift, hahahahaha!”
Sitting on the ground enduring the pain, Yanmo picked up the bat helmet and studied it. He quickly found out how to use the bat helmet and found the communication function.
"I remember, you also had a butler named Alfred... huh?"
During his childhood, Shi Mo also went to Wayne Manor with Bruce several times. At that time, Alfred was the butler of Wayne Manor. However, at that time Alfred was already in Wayne Manor. An old guy who has been working for a long time.
More than twenty years later, he is still working at Wayne Manor.
According to Silence's judgment and guess, Bruce was originally withdrawn and due to some restrictions of multiple identities, Bruce should have no friends at all.
There is only this guy named Alfred, which means that as long as he kills this guy, his plan can be said to be more than half successful.
The rest is nothing more than gradually letting [Bruce Wayne] become himself bit by bit.
But……
Opening the Bat Helmet's hidden memory communication list, there is a list of names in it!
"This, this is impossible... This is impossible! Why should he! How can a person like him have friends!"
It's like a belief is broken, like something is stolen, like something you've been holding on to for a long time is falsified.
Silence was so angry that he looked a little frustrated.
"Superman? Aren't they enemies? Is it true that Batman once participated in stopping General Zod? But it's obvious...
Who is Martian Manhunter?
T? What does it mean?
Ms. Diana…”
Looking at the name, Silence suspected that it was the name of Bruce's hidden lover. However, out of some understanding of Bruce and some cautious considerations, he gave up the name that seemed to be deliberately written instead of a code name. "trap".
Then, he saw the name below.
Marked in red, painted with a skull and warning, the name was placed in a special folder by itself.
"Lynn...heh..."
Silence laughed disdainfully.
According to his understanding, this guy named Lynn played a huge role in why Bruce suffered such injuries.
To a certain extent, in a sense, this Linn was his natural ally.
Just from the information he found out, Linn and Batman, who were both from Gotham, had clashed more than once.
The most recent time was a riot in Gotham, and Batman almost swept across Gotham, but Linn stopped his action.
"Lynn is also your friend. What a joke! Such a trap is so ugly!"
but……
On second thought, with Bruce's character, it seems...
Hesitantly, Silently stood up, endured the pain, and opened all the traps and traps prepared for Batman's friends before sitting down again, opening the communication list again, and giving Linn, who was left alone, , hit him.
"Lynn! I was attacked...I'm in a very bad state now and may need your help. I'm..."
"I don't have time, I'm busy giving you a blind date. You die slowly first, and then I will go to hell to arrange a big shop for you. That's it.
Dududu..."
Hang up, hang up?
Is this a friend or an enemy? What answer is this?
Silent, lost in thought.
(End of chapter)
