What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 21 Baine's Attack
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Bain withdrew his big hand covered in brains and blood, gently crushing a bubble of horse urine.

He shook off the white slime on his hands in disgust, and let the bloody headless body collapse on the floor: "Garbage in the gutter. You are so stupid as to try to spy on me."

He kicked the corpse to the corner: "What's even more stupid is that I didn't run away immediately after I found out."

"We're sorry, Bane! This guy is an undead zombie, we obviously pierced it with a sneak attack..."

"A-ah, say no more, my friends."

Bane paid no attention to his panting men, who quickly left the Talon Assassins of the Court of Owls behind.His muscles relaxed, his broad chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.

"Relax. Feel it with me."

Baine's three men looked at each other.They felt nothing but the strong smell of blood from the corpse.

"Feeling what? Bane?"

"You look down the street... what do you see?"

"It's empty," the caveman and the zombie man replied one after the other: "It's dead."

"A city that is used to its own horrors gets a taste of fear," Birdman said.

"Yes, that's right, this is your power, Bane, you made them feel fear."

"They're going to mobilize the military against you, but they don't understand what they're dealing with."

They flattered carefully: "They are only worthy of trembling under your feet."

My master.

The subordinates didn't say it out, they recited it silently in their hearts.

"Do not."

But Bane's answer was beyond the two's expectations.

"That's not the case!" Bain suddenly roared in a low voice: "You didn't feel it at all."

"Batman has enveloped this city for too long. Gotham City used to be the largest drug production and trading center in the United States! The largest human trading market! The most prosperous gambling city!"

He opened his hands, as if embracing a darkness invisible to the naked eye.

"Gotham is a criminal's paradise! For so many years, the US government has been packing criminals from all over the country into Blackgate Prison.

And then they're quickly bailed out, medically released, jailbroken, and turned into citizens of Gotham.

The so-called Gotham has been a super prison from the very beginning, and they wish all the scum would kill each other until someone came out to stop them from using Gotham as a trash can! "

He laughed sarcastically and said, "Before Batman was born, the law and order in the United States was ten times better than it is now!"

"You say Gotham is afraid of me? A joke."

"Gotham is not only not afraid, but she is excited! How vicious, she is actually excited!"

"Finally someone is going to beat the Bat, finally someone is going to kill the Bat, and the scum, the gangsters, the villains, can finally go back to their old life of unbridled crime."

"The silence on the street is not because of fear at all, but because of anticipation! They rejoice, look forward to it, everyone hates Batman, they want Batman to die! Scum hates bats, the rich and powerful hate bats, even The old women who work in the white flour mill hate bats!"

"Batman trying to save Gotham? Stop the 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, urging him in his ear, urging him to murder her only son, the battered fighter.

This vicious bitch, posing in front of him, posing like a queen, asked him to pass the dirty trials of those ignorant fools, to prove to her his stalwart and strength, and then...

To pluck the laurel wreath untouched—

Murder Batman! ! !
This is really...

Honored.

He sat back on the sofa again, his body tensed and leaned forward unconsciously, this action made his body slightly hunched.But this not only did not damage his majesty, but it seemed that he was ready to go like a beast.

"You three, leave this building as soon as possible. Surrender directly to the army, and I will come to you later. You are here, I can't let go."

Bane's voice was low, but unexpectedly high-pitched, like magma surging and roaring underground.

The light streaming through the curtains and onto his bulging biceps made him look like a real Iron Man.

His three subordinates left in a hurry, they didn't doubt Bain's decision, and they didn't dare to question it.

Bain sat on his sofa, staring up, waiting quietly.

The long street is dead silent and uninhabited.

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"Zizizi...M1A2 Abrams main battle tank and M2A3 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle are ready..."

"receive."

"M109A6 self-propelled howitzers and M777 howitzers are in place."

"receive."

Somewhere in Gotham, this is the National Guard field command center.

Mayor Carlo turned his head and looked at Jim Gordon, who was looking sullen beside him: "Hey, Jim, don't always look sullen, you don't really think I'm a fool, do you? How do you say that? is coming?"

"Despise the enemy strategically, and value the enemy tactically."

"We dispatched nearly 4 National Guard troops, tanks, machine guns, heavy machine guns, armed combat vehicles, and even semi-automatic missiles."

Mayor Carlo couldn't help complaining.

"This kind of military configuration is enough to capture any small African country. Gordon, you have been working as a policeman in Gotham City. Have you really forgotten how terrifying modern weapons are?"

"It's not like we haven't seen those so-called strange people, but in the face of real modern force, everything is rubbish."

Mayor Carlo said proudly: "This is thanks to the exact location you provided, Gordon. In my opinion, as long as we remove all the surrounding residents, we can directly wash the ground with missiles. Well, even people made of iron have to melt into water, there is no need to work like Batman."

"So that's why you put Batman down so much on TV?"

"Oh, come on, Gordon!" Mayor Carlo hooked Gordon's neck familiarly: "That's just a means to attract Bain, isn't it you who adjusted the TV signal by yourself to ensure that Bain can definitely Obsessed with TV shows?"

"This is also a means of attracting voters, the strongest means of canvassing votes to show everyone your tough image." Gordon pushed his hooked arm away, mercilessly piercing Mayor Carlo's words.

"Tsk—people need some spiritual sustenance. But Gordon, do you really think it's a sane choice for people to pin all their hopes on a masked vigilante?"

Carlo lay back on the chair without hesitation.

"No matter how strong Batman is, he is only one person. I don't deny his achievements to Gotham over the years, and I don't have any ill feeling towards him at all, but you have to know that in the face of the violent machine of the country, the power of an individual is small , humans are essentially a collective creature.”

Mayor Carlo opened his hands and made a false grab in the air.

"There are many people, and there is great power."

He said: "The people should regain their confidence in the government instead of pinning their hopes on individual heroes. Don't you think the people's fanatical admiration for Batman is a dangerous signal? They don't believe in the police. Trust Batman."

"No matter how much we smear Batman on TV, we have to admit that Batman's influence among the people has exceeded the normal range."

"Remember the old Harvey Dent? The Dent Act, hahaha, big name, ha! Then Dent went 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 tight-fitting machine can continue to operate normally."

"The authority of the government must be re-established, starting today with the arrest of all these super criminals."

(End of this chapter)