The building of the Florence Super Prison is a hollow hexagonal shape, with different types of cells on each side of the outer side, and the air release area is in the center of the building, which can prevent prisoners from escaping.

But a very big problem with this type of building is daylighting, and the polyhedral wrap-around structure is destined to have buildings in several directions that are unlikely to receive direct sunlight.

But fortunately, the prison doesn't need much light, or Amanda has been a special gift to have a window in the cell that is only large enough for an arm to stick into, and until she compromises with the FBI, all the cells are completely closed cans.

This small window, which was added later, did little to fulfill the minimum requirements of the Bill of Rights, so the sunlight could no longer be used as a natural alarm clock, and Bruce was woken up by the commotion at the end of the hallway.

He heard the sound of footsteps heavily, and each step on the ground was as hard as a pit on the ground, but soon Bruce could tell that it wasn't someone stomping his foot hard, but that the man who came was a terrible big guy.

Bruce rarely used the adjective "terrible" to describe anyone, but when he stepped over the railing and saw the person outside the door, he didn't even think it was scary enough to describe the monster.

It's not like Bruce hasn't seen a big guy, his good friend in the East Side, Crocodile Man is a rather rare big guy, but the man outside the railing is a head taller than Crocodile Man, and much wider than him, and it's no exaggeration to say that this man's arms are thicker than Bruce's thighs.

Bruce knew that even if he didn't get thinner, he wouldn't be able to fight against this monster in terms of magnitude, but he also knew that it was impossible for ordinary humans to reach such an arm circumference, and he must have used medicine.

Bruce looked up again and saw that the man was also wearing a mask that covered the top half of his face in black and white, and what was more striking was the hair-like tube on the back of his head and the strange device behind his back.

Bruce narrowed his bare eyes slightly, looking at the liquid surging through the pipes, and then he heard the guards shout the man's name and push him into the cell.

"Bane?"

Bruce sat on the bed staring at the big man and shouted, but the other man ignored him, just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him with deep eyes under the mask and was silent.

Bruce finally finished his relaxed posture, he lifted the covers and sat up, the muscles of his back tensed like a spring ready to eject, while the other man's eyes kept looking at the muscles of his neck, waist and legs.

"Amanda lied to me."

The big guy known as Bane stared at Bruce with that deep gaze until he was silent for a moment before saying, "She said you were just a crazy rich young master, but you weren't." ”

"I am."

Bane's gaze remained unchanged, still staring at Bruce, who felt the pressure in the eyes of others very rarely, the last time he felt this pressure was when he faced Schiller, and it was when he was sick Schiller.

"You have the cold-blooded temperament of a general, and you have fought?"

Bane asked again, his tone not cold, it sounded just ordinary, and it didn't look like many people deliberately lowered their voices when they pressed others to answer, but it made Bruce's hair stand on end.

"Sort of."

"Where?"

"Hell."

It seems that Bane took this answer as a sneer that was not funny, and his eyes under the mask did not blink, and Bruce opened his mouth to ask, "Amanda asked you to kill me?" ”

"No one can make me do anything." Bane replied, "It's up to me to kill you, and it's up to you. ”

The alarm bell in Bruce's heart rang even louder, in addition to being very strong, the other party was also very smart, not much better than the madman of Gotham.

Bruce was back in Batman's state for the first time in a long time, and he took a deep breath in an imperceptible way, raising his heart rate and getting more blood to his brain.

In an instant, space and time froze, and the blue-eyed Bruce stood up from Bruce's body, walked over to Bane, and began to observe him.

Bane smelled of the sea, but it wasn't the smell of the sea breeze, but the smell of sweat amplified by the moist air, and it was very likely that he had lived in a relatively closed place with a high moisture content in the air for a long time, and Bane had probably lived there for more than ten years, so he had such an odor.

Gotham is a seaside city, and Bruce has also lived in the slums by the sea, and he is very familiar with the smell, which is often seen in the people who worked hard in the living hell before the transformation of Gotham's East End.

The basements of coastal cities are relatively humid, and the underground water veins flowing next to them are prone to seawater inflow, and the salt content is high, and if the air is no longer circulated, it is easy to accumulate a strong smell of seafood.

But Bane's body does not have any traces of hard labor, although the arms are muscular, but the shoulder skin has no scars left by long-term wear and tear, has not done the work of carrying things or pulling fibers, compared to other parts of the body, the waist muscles are not developed enough, and the fingers have no signs of wear, so he is not a porter, the feet are light on the wear marks, and he is not an errand runner.

Bruce showed a puzzled expression, the other party was very strong, but there were almost no traces of exercise on his body, but there were many scars, and judging from his strength, he should not be bullied at any age, unless this strength did not accompany him for a lifetime.

Transforming people?

Bruce focused on the tube in the back of Bane's head, which he had avoided as much as he could, as he felt that any more glance would be an insult to his knowledge of biology and chemistry.

Those tubes are a piece of shit from the angle of insertion to the handling to the technical content.

Bruce has tried not to judge them by his own skill level, but if you look at the modern level of human biology and chemistry, this thing is not only a piece of shit, but also violates all laboratory safety and hygiene regulations.

Seeing this, Bruce really couldn't bear it anymore, he gave up the follow-up observation and reasoning, looked at Bane's deep eyes with that one-eyed, and then pursed his mouth and said.

"Let's not talk about anything else, who picked up the tube behind your head? Does he have a doctor's license? ”

Bane didn't seem to expect him to talk about this at all, so he didn't say anything for a moment, but Bruce said again.

"Do you ever feel that the second tube on the back of your right head hurts extra when you turn your head to the left? That's because the doctors didn't avoid the nerves there when they went under the knife, and why did they fix a ring of metal bolts on the outside of the interface? ”

"Because the tube has to be fixed......"

"No, because they chose the wrong pipe material for the implant in the back of the head, they should use a hose, not a hard metal pipe, they all connected the pipe to your head, only to find that the pipe can't be broken, so you can only take a ring of metal bolts and force it over."

Bane took a deep breath when he saw the bandaged young man opposite, then pressed his chest and said, "Listen, I definitely don't have OCD, but it's outrageous. ”

Bane's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tentatively said, "I killed seven people in the original prison, so I was chosen as a test subject. ”

"You just deserve it, and you can't hide the fact that their skills are not much better than drilling wood for fire."

Bane looked at Bruce in silence, and Bruce sighed for a long time before he covered his remaining eye with his hand and said, "I'm sorry, where did you just go?" ”

"It's not like something a rich kid would understand." Bane's tone slowed down, sounding more like small talk than threat.

Bruce tightened the muscles around his eyes and said, "Actually, you know how bad they are?" ”

"Of course, the butchers who kill fish are better than them."

Bruce thought it was strange that the big man across from him was conflicted, he wasn't the big dog guy who showed his strength all the time and was constantly aggressive towards anyone.

He even had a scholarly temperament in his silence, as if he had thought more deeply than anyone else in the first half of his life, and this quiet temperament was completely incompatible with his rugged appearance, like a philosopher's soul stuffed into the body of a beast.

So, Bruce also looked at Bane in silence, and the two of them stared at each other for several minutes, as if reading each other's souls through their eyes.

"You're not a rich kid, and you're not a murderer." Bane tilted his head slightly and said, "FBI agent? The police? Mad scientists? ”

"You're not a homicidal either, who the hell are you?"

"Just a prisoner."

The two fell silent again, and this time it was Bruce who took the initiative to end the silence, he asked.

"What are you here for?"

"I'm going to kill you, I am."

"Then why did you change your mind?"

"Because you're not you."

"Then you can kill me, too."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Why?"

"I'll kill you when it's time to kill you."

Bane's answer seemed meaningless, but with the look in his eyes, Bruce could read more information.

Bane must have come here to do something, there must have been a time for him to kill his cellmate, but not now, now he was waiting, waiting for some opportunity.

Bruce sat back in and leaned his back against the wall, thinking that Bane was by no means a good cellmate, and more importantly, he was not a good target for manipulation.

Bruce was very helpless, even a little complaining, this kind of mentality is not common in Batman's career.

And all his thoughts, in fact, can be boiled down to-

How is it sunset king shrimp again???

There are always people who say that they want to see Batman and are unlucky

Is there a possibility that bats are always in bad luck?

(End of chapter)