What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 60 Preparation
No more simple, unempathetic negative emotions...nor the instinct of dinosaurs drinking blood or sitting in a cave listening to the sound of prehistoric hailstones crashing on tree branches...

Not to mention the joyful memory of the Joker, who is righteous but frantic, bouncing like a circus, or the fitness memory of Bain Bat exercising his body day after day.

but pain.

When the hand was cut off, the bewildered cry of the elbow nerves... turned into a wail with the spurt of blood.

The strong legs, the feeling of being torn apart with brute force by the angel of death injected with venom...

The plump muscle groups and fibers were broken one by one, and the joint head was abruptly pulled out from the joint socket, with the connected tendons making a soft bang.

The spine is broken and stretched, and the life-support pipe is inserted. Every midnight dream is awakened by the phantom pain in the limbs. It is the nerve remaining in the fracture that falsely reports that they cannot connect to the limbs. The brain sends out confused inquiries.

Batman has endured such pain for 30 years.And the pain of 30 years was all poured into Chen Tao's mind when he synchronized with the Broken Bat.

Chen Tao's temples were throbbing violently, and this time, he couldn't stop the physical spasm by transforming his head into the silicon body of the car.

Chen Tao felt that he was like a little mermaid whose fish tail had been turned into legs, and every step he took he would suffer great pain—although this metaphor is a bit weird, it is undoubtedly very appropriate.

His brain, lungs, and heart were still human, but the rest... were all dark gray and black nanobots.

call……

Chen Tao released the transformation, the severe pain faded away like a tide, and the silvery white particles entangled, dispelling the gray and black on his body, revealing his toned body full of scars and knotted muscles.

Chen Tao's figure flickered in the practice field again, silver and white particles gathered, and the Joker's face dyed the green scales of the Bat Dinosaur into pale white. The next moment, the metal structure of the Batmobile exploded on his face again, Constantly rebuilding into the body of a dinosaur...

Bain's venom cans emerged from the back, and then were swallowed by the metal body, protected behind layers of exhaust pipes and rubber tires... The next moment, Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bat, and all the established arrangements suddenly collapsed , turned into a black nanorobot...

After a few 10 minutes.

Chen Tao put on his casual clothes, left the exercise room along the steps, walked up to the second floor of the bat cave, and slowly returned to the chair in front of the bat computer and sat down.

"Alfred, Clark Kent from the Mets, are you still following up?"

Chen Tao took the drinks and sandwiches from Alfred: "Have we found him yet?"

Alfred paused.

"I'm afraid not, grandpa."

He said: "Louis Lane was promoted, and a photographer named Jimmy Olson appeared under her. This young guy was transferred to her the day before."

Alfred continued: "We tracked Lex Luthor's movements, but Clark Kent still didn't show up."

"Then Diana Prince of Boston . . . forget it."

Chen Tao knew that such weak thoughts should not appear, and if the people he explained earlier appeared, Alfred would definitely notify him as soon as possible.He didn't say anything, which means that no one has been found. It's just a kind of weakness for him to ask now.

And Batman is not supposed to be weak.

Chen Tao patted his face, his expression became serious again.

Even if you want to retire, you should retire with the blessings of many colleagues and enjoy your old age, not run away in embarrassment like a dog, right?

"I am Batman."

Chen Tao thought: "Before I take off this suit, I must at least finish what I should do—what Batman should do."

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Master Bruce, about nuclear weapons...you don't have to worry too much."

Alfred said: "Whoever gets the nuclear bomb, unless he intends to detonate it quietly when no one finds him, and directly creates a beautiful mushroom cloud in Gotham, he will definitely use it Yeah, you know, like a million pounds."

(Note: "Millions of Pounds", Mark Twain's novel, a story about a poor American boy who goes around prostitution with a million-pound banknote. Here Alfred means that no matter who gets the nuclear bomb, he must Will pull out nuclear bombs for nuclear blackmail.)
"As long as he shows up," Alfred said, "we can find him and deal with him."

Chen Tao nodded.

The Scarecrow, the Court of Owls, Bane, Lincoln March, the detonator of the nuclear bomb must be in the hands of one of these enemies.

And he wants to penetrate them all one by one!

"Give the Mad Hatter's hat to Lucius." He said to Alfred, "Let him quickly figure out Teich's hat-trick, he doesn't need to fully understand it, just make sure Teich It’s fine if you can’t play tricks on it.”

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"You got the reward you wanted...Penguin, our agreement will continue to be implemented."

Oswald Copopat looked at the corpse in front of him with a smile. The man in front of him had a strange blue skin and golden hair growing from his forehead to the back of his head, like a crown—— A false crown.

He's Emperor Penguin, Penguin's one-time protégé and almost heir to his vast criminal empire...if he wasn't so stupid as to betray his mentor.

After being defeated by Batman, he was identified as a sane criminal, so instead of being thrown into Arkham Asylum, he was thrown into Blackgate Prison.

The Penguin made a deal with Bane to get him, and Bane broke his neck while swearing allegiance to him.

"Of course continue... Bane. You may be born to be a killer, but you keep your word."

"Ogilvy will pay him back for what he did to me a few years ago." Penguin said, "And you and I are the same bird, my friend with a blue vein."

"What you want is ready."

The Penguin patted the iron monster beside him, and his paw slapped on the fine iron, making a bang bang sound.

“20多辆M1A2主战坦克，我可是费了好大的劲才弄到手，还有2000多只M4卡宾枪、以及M249机枪、M240机枪、M136反坦克火箭筒、M203榴弹发射器等，还有M2A3 Bradley步兵战车……”

The quick mouth under his hooked nose burst out a long list of weapon names like a cannonball, bragging about how difficult it was for him to obtain them:

"I dare say that in the entire United States, there are no more than five arms dealers who can wholesale you so many weapons in a short period of time like me, and the only person who can get you tanks is me."

(End of this chapter)