the end of the heavens

The dejected look on Bruce's face was swept away, and he said seriously: "My body is no longer able to participate in the battle, but I can provide you with intelligence assistance, so that you..."

"no need!"

Russell waved his hand: "A few rotten sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, I don't pay attention to them at all, no matter if they fight alone or in groups, it's over for Mang."

"Well, I'm afraid not!"

"Because of a dirty bomb?"

"Not a dirty bomb, but..."

Bruce showed embarrassment on his face, and coughed lightly: "I fought against you some time ago, and made a set of bat suits specially restrained you. En stole it."

"..."

Russell was shocked, not by Bruce's hands-on ability, but by the fact that the "Death Knell Armor" was snatched away by Bane.

According to his original plan, Batman finished changing his costume with confidence, and was brutally abused by him again after the fight, and took a photo to commemorate it.Now, Bane took away the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor', and his happiness was cut in half.

Russell lost his mind, and the plan didn't change quickly. Suddenly, a Bane jumped out to help Batman prevent disasters. Who can explain this.

"Sorry, I... made the battle armor... it is ready to be sealed."

Bruce didn't know what to say for a while. He understood Russell's current mood. The gap between trust and betrayal was too great, and it could instantly break a person's will.

He was also easily defeated by Bain because he was betrayed and lost his mind.

Russell sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's just a set of battle armor... I will work hard, it should be fine."

"No, the technology of the battle armor is very mature, no matter how hard you try, I'm afraid..." Bruce said halfway, but the meaning has already arrived.

It's not that I, Batman, look down on you. The battle armor I made by myself can hit you just like hitting your son, and you can fight as you want.

Russell said unhappily: "Since the armor you made is so awesome, what assistance can you provide me? Can you make another set of anti-anti-death knell armor?"

"I can provide information. My butler Afu was not caught. He is very good at collecting information." Bruce said confidently: "You don't have to use fists to fight. You can also defeat the enemy by analyzing weaknesses based on intelligence and formulating targeted tactics. enemy."

"I'm not good at what you said, don't worry about it, I want you to move before I talk."

Russell put his hand on Batman's shoulder. He didn't expect that when he pulled off the restraint suit, he saw the oversized diaper, and the bed sheet was still wet.

Russell:!!(??

????)??

Bruce didn't change his face: "The clown's tricks are deliberately used to disgust me. It's very bad, isn't it?"

"Clown! Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure!"

(o???????)

Russell smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. For me, and for the majority of netizens, the truth is sometimes not important. What we want is the explosive point."

Bruce's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition, thinking of Sergeant Gordon of the police station: "You...what are you doing, calm down, this is not a fun thing."

"Ha ha!"

Russell didn't say anything, and sat Bruce against the wall, highlighting the diapers and the world map on the bed sheet, and took out the digital camera from behind.

"Smile!"

Chapter 722 It's Not About Money

"Bruce, oh no, Batman, smile, your expression is too stiff."

Russell glanced at the photo, Bruce looked serious under the lens, coupled with the not-so-bright lights in the intensive care room, half of his face was covered by shadows, so that the facial features were well-defined, and he had a sense of aloofness and aloofness.

It was clearly a photo of bedwetting, but it was turned into a trendy cover of fashion impurities by Bruce's good looks and temperament.

I don't know, I thought it was a popular model next year!

""

It's impossible to laugh, and Bruce said that the clown didn't make him laugh, let alone Russell's weak language.

"Bruce, the more sullen you are, the more real this photo is, but on the other hand, if you laugh like a fool, people will not believe that the person in the photo is you, after all, Batman is cold The image has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, don't you think?"

Russell spoke bitterly, but Bruce was unmoved, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, making his face less stern.

Yes, very sand sculpture!

Russell nodded silently, just a faint smile that raised the corner of his mouth, and the picture changed instantly.

Just like the kind of serious host who speaks yellow accents and tells jokes, comedy is not only exaggerated expressions, but the contrast brought by the cold face is amazing.

Kacha Kacha Hundreds of photos came down, and Russell wondered if he should go a step further, with a pair of scissors or something.

But seeing Bruce's face sinking like water, on the verge of breaking out, he decided to give him some time to buffer, and ask for a pose next time.

The future is long, don't rush to become fat with one bite!

"Death knell, hurry up and leave when you've had enough trouble, this is the territory of the clown, leave here to make trouble as you like."

"Really?"

""

It doesn't look real!

Russell curled his lips, put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly frowned: "Just now you said the anti-death knell armor, can I understand that you don't know what happened in Los Angeles and Seaside City?"

"What happened?" Bruce frowned, his intuition told him that this matter was very important.

"It's nothing. I recently learned a very powerful trick. I can share my vitality with others and heal their injuries."

Russell said solemnly: "Your injuries are serious, and if they are all cured, it will take about 50 years of my life."

"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this nonsense."

"Okay, the treatment costs 1 million US dollars, is there a problem?"

Bruce frowned: "It's so cheap, do you have other ideas?"

""