"All you need to do is ......"

"Get out, I'm running, stop! Don't say anything about $200 million, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the temptation. No matter how much money you have, you have to ......."

"That's right, life. Lawton (Death Shooter's original name), with the Cheshire Cat, still has a chance to live. ”

The Death Shooter paused, his face ugly as he stared at the ventriloquist pacing out of the corner. This old bastard, who had been a shrunken turtle just now, is now ......

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lawton, I don't want to, but Baby Bat asked me to do it!"

The ventriloquist said apologetic, but the muzzle of the Thomson submachine gun in his hand was tightly aimed at death. His chubby face and glasses shimmered.

"Don't force me to do it, Tired."

Something more somber and hoarse came out of the baby bat doll in his hand.

The heart of the death shooter sank to the bottom: "Arnold, you ......"

"—If you don't attack him, I'm going to attack you."

Chen Tao couldn't help but secretly congratulate the ventriloquist in his heart.

Good! You know how to oversee the warband.

“fuck！”

The death shooter cursed. The ventriloquist is right, with the Cheshire Cat in front, they are absolutely fine for more than a minute. But if he has a fire with the ventriloquist now, with a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, he will undoubtedly die an even more ugly death.

He picks up the bazooka that was thrown on the ground.

"One minute!" He scolded, "Just for a minute!" ”

Then he lifted the bazooka and fired a shot at Bane.

Empty!

"Get out of the way!"

The Cheshire Cat, who was dodging left and right, was almost blown up by this shot, and she jumped and rolled to the side, gasping for breath, and her voice could no longer be cold.

"Bastard, you bitch! You almost blew me up! ”

Countdown: 50 seconds.

Rumble!

Intense fire and smoke enveloped Bane, but the Death Shooter knew very well that a weapon of this level would only have a knockback effect, and would not be able to help the other party at all.

He fired continuously, then took three steps and did two, rolling behind the ruins of a car.

Countdown: 40 seconds.

Bane leaps out of the smoke and the Cheshire Cat tries to continue distracting him, but Bane ignores her and instead looks at the Death Shooter before catapulting at him like lightning. Each of his sprints was like teleportation.

Bang bang bang!

With the four gunshots, the four lights that had been illuminating the scene burst almost simultaneously, and Bane's footsteps paused slightly, but the silver-white moonlight still guided Bane's way.

Rumble!

Bane kicked the place where the Death Shooter had just disappeared, and construction debris spilled into the sky like vegetation rolled up by a lawnmower.

Before the Death Shooter, who was hiding somewhere else, had time to rejoice, he saw several steel bars and boulders smashing towards him with unerring accuracy.

"Ahh

The Death Shooter screamed, barely dodging the deadly steel bar, but was still hit on the shoulder by a boulder.

Hell, Bane wasn't fooled by him at all!

Bane is second only to Batman and Mr. Miracle as an escape master, and the trick of shooting dead in front of him is nothing short of a hatchet.

Instead of succeeding in delaying the time, he made Bane do his tricks and injured him by surprise.

Empty!

Empty!

Empty!

Even with a shoulder injury, the killer fired three shells in a row. This kind of continuous shooting can maximize the power of the explosion, or at least stop it......

Then the Death Shooter watched as the three bazooka shells he had just fired were caught by Bane with his bare hands in succession, and then threw them all back with the same motion as the ancient Greek demigods throwing javelins.

Round cannonballs were reflected in his pupils.

“fuck you。”

Countdown: 30 seconds.

Boom!

The rubble fell like raindrops, and the Death Shooter vomited a mouthful of blood and a burning pain in his back. Thanks to his excellent armor, he was not killed on the spot.

He tried to get up and run away, but in despair he found a boulder crushing his hind legs. He looked at Bane, who had been in a long time, and his eyes were desperate.

Haha, isn't it the funniest joke of the century that the best person in the world at using a shooting weapon was killed by his own shell?

The Cheshire Cat tries to run, but without his restraint, Bane quickly catches her.

With one punch, the Death Shooter watched as the Cheshire Cat rolled and plowed on the ground like a soccer ball, and finally crashed into a pile of construction debris, and lay there still.

Countdown: 20 seconds.

The Death Shooter laughed miserably, then spat out another mouthful of blood.

The internal organs are probably damaged, right? But it didn't matter anymore, he watched indifferently as Bane walked towards him step by step.

He remembered his whole life, scene by scene, turning before his eyes like a marquee.

Damn, he was actually beaten by someone, and the death shooter wanted to laugh.

When he was a poor teenager, his dream of becoming a painter, the 12 bullets that pierced his parents and sister's bodies, his broken life, his military career, becoming a mercenary, and—

Daughter.

"Zoe ......"

Countdown: 10 seconds.

So.

This is the end.

This was the end of Floyd Lawton's life.

Bright moon...... You are dark and white.

……

……

……

The world breathes, groaning after heatwaves and explosions.

There is no military force here......

Except for me.

There is no authority here......

Except for me.

There is no hope here......

Except for me.

There's no Batman here, no one else.

There's only Bane here.

Countdown: 3 seconds.

Bane reached out to the Death Shooter, that deadly, all-ending caress —

2 seconds.

His rough palms rubbed against the throat of the Death Archer.

1 second.

"Die."

0 seconds.

"B-on-"

The roar seemed to come from far away, and it seemed to be close to the ear.

The sky trembled, and the white night was terrifying!

Bane slammed his palm, and he jerked back, trembling at the very top of the garbage mountain, staring at the ultimate godlike nightmare.

Airplanes!!!

It was like a bomb of nothingness exploding in the air, and a cold sense of horror swept across Bane's massive and terrifying body, making his hairs stand on end.

What kind of eyes are that!

The bottomless darkness howled hysterically in his eyes, the surging momentum came like a tsunami, and the air he exhaled was like the most bitter north wind, with a biting cold, and like a glacier in the Arctic Ocean that has not melted for thousands of years!

He simply stood there, but he fell into the sky of the earth like a mountain!

[One step further, you will die!] 】

That's what the body told him.

Bane knows that Batman never kills.

He's a good guy, he's a superhero, and superheroes have such a thing as not killing iron, isn't he?

But......

He felt like even the genes were roaring at him, warning him:

[One step further, and you will die!! 】

Bane knew that even if the bats were to kill him, it would not be possible to kill him, and he had full confidence in his flesh.

But...... Know what!

The truth is that every drop of his blood, every muscle, and even every strand of hair, roars at him:

[To move forward is to die!! 】

Bane didn't know how the bat did it.

He didn't know how the bats fired this death threat into his body like a biological hormone response, it couldn't be, it wasn't scientific, but it was something Batman did, so it made perfect sense.

The true master of Gotham City roared and roared before him, proclaiming his sovereignty, and the bat flapped his wings and cast a shadow that shone on the here and now, here, announcing the arrival of the sons of Gotham!

Bane then left the Death Shooter behind, took a few leaps, and disappeared behind the garbage heap and the wreckage of the car.

In the far eastern sky, the first rays of dawn were at this moment like a sharp sword tearing through the skirt of the night, reflecting the nightmarish figure. He stepped on the glow of the sun, sweeping away the gloom of the four directions within the universe.

The red sun rises in the east, and its path is bright.

The long night has come to an end.