novellhall Chapter 60 Preparation
Chapter 60 Preparation
Chapter 60 Preparation
It's no longer those simple, unempathetic negative emotions... nor is it the raw, bloodthirsty instincts of dinosaurs or sitting in a cave listening to the sound of prehistoric hailstones pounding on tree branches...
It's not the righteous yet chaotic, circus-like joyful memory of the Joker, nor the daily workout memories of Bane Bat training his body.
It is pain.
When the hand was chopped off, the bewildered scream of the nerves in the elbow... turned into a wail as blood gushed out.
The powerful legs, the feeling of Death Sky, injected with venom, tearing them apart with brute force...
The full muscle groups and fibers broke one by one, and the joint heads were forcibly pulled out of the joint sockets, along with the connecting tendons, making a soft popping sound.
The spine is broken and stretched, life-sustaining tubes are inserted, and every midnight dream is awakened by phantom pain in the limbs. It is the remaining nerves at the broken ends falsely reporting that they cannot connect to the existence of the limbs, and can only send confused inquiries to the brain.
Batman endured this pain for a full 30 years. And all that pain from those 30 years was poured into Chen Tao's mind when he synchronized with the Broken Bat.
Chen Tao's temples throbbed, and this time, he couldn't transform his mind into the silicon-based body of a car to stop the physiological spasms.
Chen Tao felt like a little mermaid who had turned her fish tail into legs, and every step she took was extremely painful—although the metaphor was a bit strange, it was undoubtedly very apt.
His brain, lungs, and heart were still human, but the rest... were all dark gray nanobots.
call……
Chen Tao deactivated his transformation, and the intense pain receded like the tide. Silvery-white particles swirled around him, dispelling the gray-black grime and revealing his muscular, scarred body.
Chen Tao's figure flickered again in the training field. Silver-white particles gathered, and the Joker's face dyed the green scales of the Bat-Dinosaur a ghastly white. The next moment, the metal structure of the Batmobile exploded on his face, constantly reconstructing the dinosaur's body...
The venom canisters of the Baine Bats appeared behind him, then were engulfed by their metallic bodies, protected behind layers of exhaust pipes and rubber tires... The next moment, Chen Tao synchronized with the Broken Bats, and the entire assembled system suddenly collapsed, transforming into black nanobots...
Several tens of minutes later.
Chen Tao put on casual clothes, left the training room along the steps, went up to the second floor of the Bat Cave, and slowly returned to the chair in front of the Bat Computer to sit down.
"Alfred, are you still following up on Clark Kent of the Metropolis?"
Chen Tao took the drink and sandwich Alfred offered him: "Have we found him?"
Alfred paused for a moment.
"I'm afraid not, Grandpa."
He said, "Louise Lane got promoted, and a photographer named Jimmy Olson came to work under her. This young man was assigned to her a day ago."
Alfred continued, "We've been tracking Lex Luthor's movements, but Clark Kent still hasn't shown up."
"And Diana Prince of Boston... never mind."
Chen Tao knew that such weak thoughts shouldn't have arisen. If the people he had previously mentioned had appeared, Alfred would have informed him immediately. His silence meant the people hadn't been found; his current initiative to ask was simply a sign of weakness.
Batman should not be weak.
Chen Tao patted his face, his expression turning cold again.
Even if you want to retire, you should retire gracefully with the blessings of your colleagues and enjoy your later years, instead of fleeing in a sorry state like a dog, right?
"I am Batman."
Chen Tao thought to himself, "Before I take off this suit, I at least have to finish what I'm supposed to do—what Batman is supposed to do."
The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.
"Mr. Bruce, you don't need to worry too much about nuclear weapons."
Alfred said, "Whoever got that nuclear bomb, unless he planned to detonate it quietly when no one found him, creating a beautiful mushroom cloud right there in Gotham, he would definitely use it, you know, for a million pounds."
(Note: *The Million Pound Note*, a novel by Mark Twain, tells the story of a poor American boy who uses a million-pound note to get things for free. Here, Alfred means that whoever obtains a nuclear bomb will inevitably use it for nuclear blackmail.)
"As soon as he shows his face," Alfred said, "we can find him and take care of him."
Chen Tao nodded.
The Scarecrow, the Court of Owls, Bane, Lincoln March—the detonator for that nuclear bomb must be in the hands of one of his enemies.
He was determined to defeat them one by one!
"Give the Mad Hatter's hat to Lucius," he said to Alfred. "Let him figure out Tage's hat trick quickly. He doesn't need to fully understand it; just make sure Tage can't tamper with it."
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"You've received your reward... Penguin, our agreement remains in effect."
Oswald Copperpart looked at the corpse before him with a smile. The man had eerie blue skin and golden hair that grew from his forehead to the back of his head like a crown—a false crown.
He was Emperor Penguin, Penguin Man's former disciple, and almost became the heir to his vast criminal empire... if he hadn't been foolish enough to betray his mentor.
After being defeated by Batman, he was identified as a mentally sound criminal and was instead sent to Blackgate instead of Arkham Asylum.
The Penguin made a deal with Bane to acquire him, and then Bane snapped his neck as Bane swore allegiance to him.
"Of course, continue... Bane. You may be a born killer, but you keep your promises."
"I'm going to make up for everything Ogilvy did to me years ago," the Penguin said. "And you and I are birds of a feather, my veiny friend."
"The goods you requested are ready."
The penguin patted the tin monster beside him, his fleshy paws slamming against the metal with a loud thud.
「20多辆M1A2主战坦克，我可是费了好大的劲才弄到手，还有2000多只M4卡宾枪、以及M249机枪、M240机枪、M136反坦克火箭筒、M203榴弹发射器等，还有M2A3 Bradley步兵战车……」
His rapid-fire tongue, protruding from beneath his hooked nose, rattled off a long list of weapon names, boasting about how difficult it was for him to acquire them:
"I dare say that in the entire United States, there are no more than five arms dealers who can wholesale so many weapons to you in such a short time as I can, and I am the only one who can get you tanks."
(End of this chapter)