What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"You said you found Batman in this nondescript van on the side of the road?"

"Well, that's right."

"Then you thought he was fake, so you planned to rob him, and then Batman's hand turned into a wheel and knocked you unconscious?"

"Indeed."

"what!"

"Cousin, I know this is ridiculous, but..."

"Shut up! I think you're crazy because you're addicted to powder. If there really is a Batman here, I'll eat this crowbar on the spot!"

"Don't go, cousin! There really is a Batman inside!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The little gangster's cousin knocked on the car door three times before the door was pushed open.

The gangster saw Batman get out of the car, locked the door, and then turned into a weird Bat SUV with a swipe of the wheel. The tires spun and disappeared in an instant.

A gust of wind blew by, leaving only the gangster and his friends messy in the wind.

After a long time, someone among them murmured as if dreaming:

"Ward Falk! The Christian ghost who saw Jesus! For so many years, I always thought it was Batman 'riding' the Batmobile, but I never expected that Batman 'is' the Batmobile!"

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No matter from the front or the side, the temperament of the tattooed person has reached its peak.

The sexy tattoos and confident eyes all reflect the atmosphere of "The Master".

Deadshot was even a little suspicious of him. Could it be that he had made a mistake?

But no matter how you look at it, his steps are loose and his movements are frivolous. Although he has strong muscles, he looks simple-minded. He is not even as intimidating as the previous Slipknot.

Frankly speaking, Deadshot thought he was not even as good as the javelin captain, at least the opponent was an Olympic-level athlete and had won multiple javelin throwing events.

Can a guy like this really hide his secrets?

The tattooed man took off his shirt, revealing a mess of tattoos, including everything.

At this moment, he looked like a gangster at the bottom of the gang, but the tattoos on his back that were squirming like living creatures could no longer be ignored.

Bain stopped what he was doing. He casually put the dead dog-like Killer Croc aside and tensed up all the muscles in his body.

The Cheshire Cat is back. Due to her good posture and body flexibility, she was not fatally injured, but just a little gray.

She squatted on the ground and tried her best to regain her strength.

Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

As if something crawled out of the swamp, Bain's expression was solemn and he was ready.

The face of the tattooed man showed a look of pain, and then, in full view of everyone, the tattoo of a tiger on his body twisted, deformed, and crawled off his body!

!

He is actually a superpower!

Deadshot's eyes widened.

This is a real Bengal tiger, with colorful fur and terrifying tusks. This is simply a scene from a fantasy novel!

Bain took a defensive stance.

The tiger rushed towards Bain!

The tiger jumped up and pounced!

The tiger opened his fangs and mouth!

With a snap, Bain made a sliding shovel, and the tiger was like a kicked teacup dog, with all its bones broken and tendons broken, and it flew out.

amount……

Ah, it doesn't matter, the tattooed man turned into a mammoth again! Amazing!

With a bang, the several-ton mammoth was overturned by Bain, and his skull was dented with several consecutive punches.

The tattooed man transformed into a pack of wolves again!

Total destruction.

The tattooed man transformed into a chimpanzee again!

Same fate as Slipknot.

Tattooed people change again...

"Damn it, I'm going to make a big move!"

The tattooed man looked ugly. He turned back to Deadshot and said, "Help me buy some time."

Deadshot immediately agreed. Although basically none of the things conjured by the tattooed man would help the situation, the identity of the opponent's superpower gave Deadshot confidence.

"I can probably delay this big monster for 30 seconds," the Cheshire Cat said, her cold voice shining like a ray of moonlight on the battlefield: "As long as I don't confront him head-on."

Deadshot said next to him: "And if I interfere, this time can be increased to at least one minute."

"And I only need 20 seconds." The tattooed man trembled, and Deadshot saw a Western dragon tattoo twisting and struggling to escape from his chest.

This can't help but make Deadshot's confidence greatly increase.

boom!

Bain punched the ground, and the reinforced concrete floor exploded like a spider web. The Cheshire Cat dodged with a move that would make an Olympian gymnast feel ashamed, and gravel splashed on her body. It scared her to the core.

"Cheshire Cat, can your jellyfish toxin work on it?" Hearing her employer's question through the headset, Cheshire Cat wrinkled her nose inexplicably, even though her nose and face were hidden under the mask. People know.

She said dullly: "I don't have any jellyfish poison. And the element of poison doesn't match cats at all."

"what?"

Chen Tao was stunned. In his impression, jellyfish venom should be the most iconic feature of the Cheshire Cat.

But he soon didn't dare to break the Cheshire Cat's heart with any more nonsense, because Bain had already rushed towards the tattooed man.

"Fire!"

Deadshot was rolling and crawling, constantly trying to interfere with Bain: "Fuck, I knew this money wasn't that easy to make!"

He yelled and cursed: "Where is the ventriloquist? Damn old guy, where have you been hiding again? Come out and do it together!"

Bane was enraged by the bullets that kept greeting his eyes. As soon as Deadshot looked up, he saw the wreckage of a car spinning and slicing towards him like a flying card. He screamed strangely, turned around and ran away.

finally! The tattooed man's charge is over!

A Western dragon rushed out of his chest!

God, this is a completely fantasy creature. It has pitch-black scales, ugly wings, and can spit fire out of its mouth. Deadshot was moved to tears, and finally -

Wait, but why is this dragon only the size of a dog?

"Wang!"

As soon as the dragon came out, it squatted down, snorted, stuck out its tongue like a dog, and made a purring sound.

???

“Asshole, are you kidding???”

"I, I don't know what's going on..." The tattooed man was sweating profusely: "This is also the first time for me to get such a fantasy tattoo..."

The next second, the fire-breathing dragon was trampled into pulp by Bain.

"Ruined."

Deadshot's heart sank, and then he turned around and left without hesitation. There is no longer any possibility of victory.

His peripheral vision glanced at the battlefield. The tattooed man received a solid punch from Bane, and his hands and feet were twisted like a rag doll. He was basically finished.

Killer Croc was covered in blood, lying there like a dead dog, unable to be saved, so he took his leave.

The Cheshire Cat jumped left and right like a monkey, dodging Bane's fist, and dying suddenly took seconds.

"Deadshot, you have to save your teammates. Cheshire Cat and Killer Crocodile will soon lose their ability to resist. You must..."

Deadshot said nothing. He threw the two submachine guns and rocket launchers as well as his backpack of shells and weapons on the ground to make it easier for him to escape faster.

He knew very well that if he ran away like this, the Cheshire Cat and Killer Crocodile would definitely die, and the entire newly formed suicide squad would be lost here to the point of being almost wiped out. This was by no means an outcome that the people behind the scenes could accept.

And if he escapes from battle, he may be retaliated against, his reputation may be damaged, and he may have all kinds of serious consequences and troubles, but no matter what... it's better than dying on the spot!

"Hold on a little longer!"

Deadshot heard the whistling sound of wind coming from the headset, as if the other party was riding on some high-speed moving vehicle.

"If you hold on for one more minute, reinforcements will arrive in one minute!"

Hearing the other party say such ridiculous words, Deadshot laughed angrily.

"Fuck you!" Even he didn't realize it, his voice was trembling.

He looked at the muscular freak who threw the car wreckage like a toy:

"What kind of reinforcements can deal with such a monster? Who else in Gotham City can deal with such a monster?"

"Batman?"