Cleaning up Damian Wayne doesn't mean that the danger in the Batcave is any less, although Team K has gone all the way to get headshots to the killer crocodile, defeat Mr. Freeze, make the Scarecrow fall halfway, and "rebel" with the mud face, causing almost all of the black-clad samurai in the Batcave to be buried in the mud.

However, the League of Assassins still had a strong advantage.

Because they still have Bane!

Even without most of his subordinates, the Manbat Samurai, who is a secret weapon, is driven away from the Bat Cave by the clay face who is eager to unlock the curse, but the mighty Bane doesn't need these weak guys to win!

At this time, in the Bat Hall, Bane, wearing a heavy breathing mask, fights Nightwing and three generations of Robins and Alfred in the fear gas left behind by the scarecrow.

With one enemy and three defeats, it did not let Bane fall into disadvantage at all.

On the contrary, the three people on the opposite side were deliberately destroyed by Bane, causing them to inhale some fear of poison gas and become vulnerable, and they were unable to do any effective damage to the angry mercenary king.

It was like a strong man tyrannizing three fugitives.

Bane was holding steel that had been badly deformed from multiple blows, which he had removed from the Batmobile with his bare hands, and Nightwing's titanium suit was so strong that Bane had to rely on a foreign object to effectively inflict damage on Grayson.

He strode up the stairs of the bat hall, dragging the steel behind him with a muffled noise, making a hoarse voice under the heavy skull-like breathing mask that was black and white.

"It's like a nestling in a nest, screaming and calling for its mother... Without Batman, you won't even be able to fight! It's sad! He taught you the art of fighting, but he didn't teach you to be true warriors.

But it doesn't matter.

This lesson you have missed will be filled in today!"

Bane seems to be stronger with every breath he takes between walks.

This is not a delusion.

From the special device he was carrying from his back, which was integrated into his unique suit, some kind of green liquid was being injected into his brain through a reinforced hose.

This "Titan Poison", which only Bane has the ability to "enjoy", stimulates his body, making his already strong muscles more tense, and even sharpening his senses in the strengthening of strength.

The shadows on the ground swelled and twisted, like a hungry predator searching for its prey.

"Bang"

Hiding on the high platform, Alfred gritted his teeth to keep himself sane under the influence of fear gas, and the twilight ace agent and former battlefield warrior condescendingly shot Bane with a gun in both hands.

The modified bullet swirled around Bane's neck, a fatal shot that was supposed to tear open the dangerous man's throat, but with the "special poison", the bullet only entered the muscle and could no longer move forward.

The blood poured out of Bane in pain, and he waved his hand to smash the steel in his hand into the air as if he were throwing a basketball.

Alfred dodged with a tactical roll, but the flying steel slammed through the high-altitude hook with terrifying force, causing the platform to tilt and dump a large amount of items onto the ground.

The force of this projectile of steel proves that Bane, who has been strengthened by poison, has gone out of the category of "normal people", and the force of that punch can definitely beat a cow into meat sauce.

"Hah! I've got you!"

Bane didn't bother with the old butler hanging in the air, he strode forward and punched through the wall in front of him, pulling Nightwing out of hiding in a splash of masonry.

But hiding there is not a fear of battle.

As he was pulled out, two golden bat knives were drawn together, and the cursed weapons lent by Mason staggered and slashed blood on Bane's chest.

The Curse of Weakness caused the Mercenary King of the Assassin League to scream and smash Nightwing into the wall in front of him like a wrestler.

At the same time, the badly beaten third-generation Robin Tim also rolled from the ground and approached, grabbing four tranquilizers with both hands and plunging them into Bane's calves.

Son of the Bat

We didn't give up the fight!

Bane slowed down under the influence of the curse and sedatives.

Da Shao and San Shao, who smashed the wall, bullied and sent Bane to the ground with a round of attacks, but a greater amount of toxin was injected into his brain, and Bane quickly got rid of his weakness.

He roared like a polar bear, and seemed to be in "berserk mode".

One by one, he grabbed Robin's arms and lifted them from the spot, smashing them into the bat computer platform behind them, sending sparks flying there.

While the big and third young people were struggling to drag Bane in crazy mode in front, the kite man and Mason also quietly swept through the air to save the old butler hanging there.

Mason shoots the hook gun and takes Alfred into the air and lands on the Batfighter platform higher up.

He gave the last of the pick-me-up at hand to the trembling butler who was struggling to resist the fear and poison gas, and quickly brought him back to his senses.

"Bane's madman is so hardened by poison that he's almost invulnerable, and there's probably nothing but a sniper bullet that can penetrate his hardened skin.

Don't even think about cold weapon assassination.

His self-healing power will be no worse than that of a killer crocodile.

We need a bigger caliber weapon to bury that bastard."

Mason pointed to the Batfighter behind him, which was fastened to the platform with a special electronic lock, and said to the old butler, who was covered in blood:

"Is there a way to make it move?"

"The Batcomputer was smashed by Bane, and the entire equipment in the Batcave has been forcibly shut down, and my clearance can't open that particular lock."

The old butler shook his head and said:

"It's even more impossible to break it, Master Wayne has set up a plan for this situation, unless we blow up the entire Bat Cave... Well, what are you doing?

Why did you take out the disassembly tool?"

Alfred watched in astonishment as Mason took out a toolbox and took out a strange wrench and screwdriver from it, and his eyes widened and he said:

"Mason! Don't tell me you're going to tear down this $10 million lock with your bare hands?"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Mason pouted.

He felt that he would definitely not be able to open this lock, and his engineering skills had not yet broken through to the point where he could crack the bat black technology, but it was much easier to destroy than to open it step by step.

It's the same as defusing a bomb.

"The two little ones down there are about to be killed, think of a way, Mason!"

Catwoman, who was holding Damian, also used her claw gun to reach the high platform, and she looked worriedly at the big and third young who were being pressed and beaten by Bane, who was getting more and more crazy.

Frankly, Nightwing's combat power is also top-notch in Gotham's environment.

Three Lesser Tim is slightly worse.

But he's a detective, and he's always eaten by his brain.

The union of the two has a great chance of winning against any villain in Gotham, but tonight they have to face the terrifying Bane who can break Batman's back head-on under the weakening of fear gas.

You must know that even the old man's record against Bane is not won every time, and Batman will never choose such a frontal tactic when Bane has already been poisoned and strengthened.

Because he knows he can't beat it!

"Use this."

Mason opened the control panel on the heavy electronic lock casing that clamped the Batfighter, revealing the extremely delicate structure encapsulated inside.

While preparing for the "bomb disposal", he took out all the antidote potions he had brought with his potion.

He shoved the potions into the three men in front of him and said to them:

"I don't have the recipe for Bane's poison, I can't make an antidote on the spot, so I can use this... Well, wait, there's a better way to deal with him!"

Mason suddenly thought of something that he had overlooked.

He opened his suitcase and took out a test tube containing a silver liquid from it, and when he saw it, Alfred suddenly glared at it and said:

"Unicorn blood? We're here to defeat him, not to heal him, Mason! I appreciate your sense of humor, but we don't need that right now."

"No! The Boss is going to cleanse those toxins!"

The kite man gave a rare answer this time.

He looked at Bane, who was raging like a beast of the wilderness, and the poison injected into that guy's body must have reached some limit.

Those strengthening drugs made Bane's upper body muscles almost bulge into an inverted triangular "hill".

Even the young man wearing the titanium suit did not dare to fight Bane head-on, and a punch from the king of mercenaries in this form was enough to kill him in place with his armor.

And Bane's speed is also enhanced.

When dodging the pursuit, he was as fast as lightning, and even flashed a distance of five meters like a "teleport", raising Tim's hands to throw the distance more than ten meters away.

"It's like a weakened version of Superman."

Mason complained.

Then he diluted the unicorn blood in his hand into the various antidotes in the hands of the three people in front of him, and he put the rest back in the box and said:

"These bloods are cursed, but they still have a strong purifying effect, and you find a way to inject these antidotes into Bane's body.

Or mix it directly into the "poison" he uses.

That's enough to purify the poison of his strengthening, and maybe it will cure this guy's "drug addiction" by the way.

Of course, the price is that Bane will have to live for the rest of his life, but I don't think a supervillain who will change his life will not care much about this."

"Although the weapons room was looted by the League of Assassins, there is still a super *** designed by Master Wayne to capture Superman!"

The butler immediately got up and said something terrible, and he said to the kite man:

"Take us there, that injecting firearm should be enough to inject the antidote into Bane's body... Wait, who is this kid? Why are his eyes so like—"

"Oh, we'll talk about these little things in a minute!"

The Kite Man grabbed the old butler's hand, unleashed his kite, and glided him down a dozen meters into the weapons room, which had been plundered by the Assassins.

Catwoman stayed where she was and tied Damian to the platform with the cat's tail whip, and she glanced at Mason, who was dealing with the delicate electronic lock, and said:

"You are not allowed to bully him, do you hear?"

"Tsk, this jewelry thief hasn't become Mrs. Wayne yet, and has he started to learn how to teach his husband and children?"

Mason didn't even lift his head, grabbed the chip in the lock with the engineering wrench in his hand, and frowned and tried to understand the operation of these unclear things in front of him with his engineering knowledge.

He sneered.

But Catwoman just bared her teeth at him, pulled the trigger and fired a claw gun and swung towards the weapons room.

Two minutes later, the trio of men who were supposedly Batman's design to counter Superman began shooting at Bane, and the antidote with the blood of the cursed unicorn pierced Bane's body with remarkable effect.

Stimulated by the poison's poisonous intensity, the mad Bane felt his IQ slowly returning, and his furious strength was rapidly depleting.

It was as if something strange and sacred had been injected into his veins, and he began to rush through his body, which had long been accustomed to the poison, and everywhere he went, he healed the organs that had been alienated by long-term drug use into their normal form.

This should have been a good thing.

But not necessarily for Bane.

Although he is still the most dangerous mercenary and assassin in the world, he has long been accustomed to using poison to gain an advantage for himself when he is at a disadvantage, and he has replaced it with a severe "drug dependence".

Now the result of being suddenly cured is that Bane can't adapt to the upcoming "health" for a while.

He was originally holding the Nightwing and was going to give Da Shao a shot, "Doctor Bain

Shengpai Chiropractic", let this original Robin also experience the "treatment process" of Batman back then.

However, the healthy feeling that welled up in his body and the poison that continued to be injected into his brain reacted violently, causing the burly Bane, who quickly "shrunk", to cough up blood and staggered backwards and threw Nightwing to the ground.

"Grayson, come on!"

Alfred threw a syringe gun in his hand at the young man whose face was covered in blood and who had lost his armor.

The bruised-nosed and swollen face jumped up with gritted teeth, caught the syringe in the air, wrapped his legs around Bane's neck like a spider, grabbed the syringe with both hands and inserted the thing into the poison jar behind Bane's back.

The moment this thing was poured into the poison jar, the toxins that Bane relied on for a living were quickly purified.

The blood of the cursed unicorn remains pure, and this sacred thing is superior to all man-made toxins.

"Ah! Fuck off!"

Bane screamed and pushed Dashao away.

Falling from the edge of the bat computer's platform into the puddle below, he struggled to grasp the tube attached to the back of his head, and for the first time he pulled the thing off himself, actively, not passively.

But it was too late.

The unicorn's blood and antidote took effect at the same time, and Bane's muscular but grotesque form quickly returned to his belongingly burly and healthy physique.

He could feel a sense of relief that he had never felt before, but at the same time, the curse of taking the blood of the cursed unicorn was clinging to him.

Let him start to hate all the light, hate everything that exists in front of him!

The heavy sin weighed on his heart, and Bane, the king of tough guys, even felt guilty for a moment holding his head and crying, so much so that he felt that he must be crazy!

"Boom"

A loud mechanical thud was also heard on the high platform.

Alfred and the others turned around to see the Batfighters, which had been locked onto the platform, slowly rising into the air.

"You unlocked it?"

The old butler exclaimed.

In the next moment, Mason's answer came:

"No, I didn't untie it, I just broke it. I don't think a $10 million lock doesn't even have a "factory reset" function.

Sorry, but Batman may need to spend a little more money to reinstall a lock for himself.

Afu, let me confirm.

The Batfighter's weapon system is non-lethal, right?"

Alfred immediately realized what Mason was going to do, and the old butler, who was covered in blood, finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the railing beside him, and whispered:

"Fire, it won't die."

"Roger!"

Mason, sitting in the cockpit, spreads out the red fire button.

The Bat Fighter weapon system is launched, and a bat-shaped aiming frame locks onto Bane, the "purified" who is holding his head in the pool and screaming.

In the next moment, the black large-caliber machine gun spun, and in a matter of seconds, Bane was buried under the collapsed rock wall, along with the pool.

"Successfully completed a crack of outstanding craftsmanship, excellent quality, and precision technology equipment, and increased the engineering skill proficiency by X40, which is currently Lv3."

Looking at the skill promotion prompt that popped up in front of him, Mason released the fire button.

He let out a sigh of relief, patted the button-laden console beside him, and slowly stopped the ghostly Batfighter on the platform below the Batcave in a very unskilful manner.

When he jumped out of the cabin of the fighter, he patted the shell of this thing with his hand, and secretly swore that

"Such a powerful plane, I must have one when I have money in the future!"