thefictionvixens Chapter 219, Section 116: Tactics – Shifting the Blame East
Chapter 219, Section 116: Tactics – Shifting the Blame East
Chapter 219, Section 116: Tactics – Shifting the Blame East
"I'll break your back!"
When Bane finally uttered this declaration of destiny, the bat ran away without a second thought.
It seems he has no intention of confronting a powerful enemy head-on.
Bain, of course, wouldn't let go of the vulnerable back, and continued his pursuit.
He was much faster than a bat, and soon closed the distance again, so Bane was fortunate enough to receive a "throwing gift package".
Stun grenades, smoke grenades, sticky explosives, and the armor's built-in interception and jamming missiles—Bat performed a fluid and effortless throw within extreme distances. His speed did not decrease in the slightest; he used the torque from his hips and ankles to transform into a spinning top.
This superb throwing technique even stunned Thomas, who was hiding in the bushes in the distance.
"It's only been a few days, and this kid's throwing skills have gotten better than mine!"
But that's not the key issue.
If it had encountered a slightly weaker opponent, it might have been hindered by the barrage of projectiles, but unfortunately, the bat encountered Bane.
However, Bane was quite accommodating. He carefully dodged the projectiles one by one, even though he could have easily caught them with his body, and showed off a dazzling display of agility amidst the chaotic mess of trash.
Top-tier strength, cautious and cunning: intelligent, determined, and proficient in all kinds of martial arts, Bane now possesses all the characteristics of a strong person, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the pinnacle of enhanced humans.
If Qin Wei doesn't unleash some superpowers, defeating Bane will be virtually impossible.
This was the grand gift the Joker had prepared for him, gradually pushing him towards the fate of becoming a bat under the pressure of an increasingly twisted enemy.
In just two or three seconds, all the projectiles were thrown, and as the bat turned around, a gust of wind from a punch came flying.
Bain leaped into the air, his fist slamming down hard and heavy towards his body.
The bat immediately reached for his belt, which contained a large amount of liquid nitrogen. Ever since learning that Claw was afraid of low temperatures, he had been replenishing his supply from time to time.
At this moment, Bane's body was suspended in mid-air, powerless and nowhere to hide, looking as if he was about to be filled with liquid nitrogen from the entire belt.
This is the only weakness the enemy has shown so far, and Qin Wei feels that he can even take a punch from Bane in exchange for this precious opportunity.
Is this assuming that the amber gold in Bain's body is also suppressed by low temperatures?
The answer is yes, and even Bane himself was well aware of this. So when he was rehearsing all the possibilities before the war, he also factored in the high probability that the Bat Belt contained liquid nitrogen into his tactics. But knowing this, why would Bane still make such a stupid mistake?
The answer is deception.
In a one-sided massacre, the losing side often resorts to aggressive tactics in an attempt to turn the tide.
For example, in the current situation, the safest course of action is to take cover, but taking cover can only ensure temporary peace of mind and cannot save one's life from the scythe of death.
Therefore, Qin Wei is determined to take the risk.
Bain, however, grasped this psychology of the other party.
Before going all in, are you prepared to lose everything?
Bain gave a cold smile.
Before Qin Wei could dislodge the liquid nitrogen injection switch on the side of his belt, he first flicked a finger out of his fist.
Don't underestimate this seemingly simple flick of the finger; with Bane's brute force, its power is no less than that of a sniper bullet just fired.
Worse still, the finger erased the time difference between the two sides, even allowing Bain to regain the advantage.
Bain's finger snapped into the nozzle of the liquid nitrogen launcher, and with a crack of electricity, a fissure appeared in the nozzle, from which the biting cold leaked out.
Almost simultaneously, the bat, unable to react in time, shook the liquid nitrogen injection button.
What was originally just a leak of liquid nitrogen instantly lost its last barrier and spread at zero distance. The intense cold air enveloped the bat, and the damp soil within a 10-foot radius of him was instantly frozen.
Even though the bat reacted immediately and took off its belt, its arms and waist were still severely frostbitten.
Bain only lost one finger due to frostbite.
"Liquid nitrogen is indeed a dangerous substance. If it is successfully released, you might actually have a good chance of escaping." Bane casually broke off his finger and threw it aside, then walked towards the bat lying on the ground, unable to resist.
"Joseph is right, you're a fun guy."
Bain slowly cracked his knuckles.
He didn't use words like "powerful" or "interesting" to describe bats, which suggests that in his eyes, bats are merely toys.
But Bane still has high hopes for the young Batman, believing that if given more time to grow, he might really become a major obstacle on his path to villainy.
Of course, all of this exists only in theory and will never become reality.
Because the bat will die on this rainy night, on his knee.
Just as he reached out his claws towards the bat, a blinding spotlight shone in the distance, accompanied by the roar of a jet engine and a powerful blast of air that made him squint.
Amidst the deafening noise, Bain could vaguely hear the machine gun revolving wheel spinning.
"So that's how it is!"
Bain remembered a jet fighter that had gone missing from the courthouse's armory. It seemed that Bat had no intention of escaping at all, but rather wanted to lure him into the range of the jet's machine guns.
"Using firearms to fight living organisms is a good idea —"
Bain gave an approving smile, but before he could finish speaking, bullets engulfed his body like a rain of falling meteorites.
The two Vulcan machine guns were firing at full power, their scorching hot barrels spewing flames, turning a corner of the manor as bright as day. Under such a fierce and dense barrage of bullets, not to mention carbon-based life forms, even cement and metal would be torn apart and crushed.
But if Bane were really that easy to deal with, Qin Wei wouldn't have to worry about him.
The enormous black shadow held its hands up as shields in front of it, actually blocking the roaring machine gun fire as it pushed forward step by step.
The bullets, like rivets fired from a nail gun, clattered into Bane's thick-skinned, wooden frame. They caused some damage, but were not fatal at all. Moreover, with the added benefit of the amber gold compound, the gradually closing wound continued to spew bullets out.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and with each step Bane took, a layer of bullets would accumulate under his feet.
Thomas had never seen such a terrifying scene before. After spending many years with Bane, he had finally truly experienced Bane's strength.
Before this, Nite Owl was still resentful that Bane had chosen Bruce as his opponent instead of him, but now, he just wanted to pat himself on the back and say thank goodness that was the case.
Night Owl is arrogant and aloof. If even he thinks this way, it can only mean that the enemy's strength has far exceeded his tolerance.
Even a machine gun can't clear it, how are we supposed to play?
The bat, severely injured and with its lower body paralyzed, was crawling towards the plane, its hands digging into the ground.
Perhaps after this incident, Batman has abandoned the Bane operation plan.
Let whoever wants to hit this thing do it; it's not something a human can do anyway.
The good news is that even though the bullets were not effective, the surging kinetic energy still suppressed Bane, making it difficult for him to move. And even though the bat only had two arms, it was still much faster than Bane in crawling.
When Thomas saw the bats crawl into the cabin and retract the mounting rack, he realized it was time for him to leave as well.
"We still lost!"
He shook his head and sighed softly, looking back at the collapsed Wayne Manor, feeling confused about his choice for the first time.
He has lost his family business and ancestral home forever, and was once again treated like a rat in the sewers, running around and barely surviving. Now that the court has collapsed and his revenge has been achieved, his mood has only worsened.
Or should we just go for it?
Thomas Jr. looked at Bain.
Just as he was about to make the wrong choice in the midst of the chaos, a hand silently landed on his shoulder.
"It's you—"
The owl almost cried out in alarm.
Outside the manor, the jet planes maintained suppressive fire in the air until they ran out of ammunition, then turned tail and fled into the distance.
But Bane had no intention of letting his prey go. After being suppressed by a round of fire, his anger burned fiercely. He shook off the bullets all over his body, and the numerous wounds on his exposed body, like honeycomb, healed rapidly.
He then bent down and took a running start.
The wind in my ears grew increasingly rapid, eventually transforming into a piercing sonic boom.
boom!
With a tearing sound, Bain took a sudden step forward.
One step and the earth trembled.
Bain's heavy body fell heavily to the ground, and mud splattered up dozens of meters high.
His speed continued to increase, crashing through the manor walls and rushing into the vast wilderness, like a gale sweeping up countless withered branches and debris.
Chasing after the fleeing fighter jet at full speed, Bane took a second step, and with this step, he soared into the sky like a rocket, crashing into the fighter jet behind the clouds.
This was the first time Bane had used his strength to its fullest extent; his feet were off the ground, and his arms were waving wildly in the air.
As he watched the scenery gradually recede from his sight—the wasteland, the rushing Gotham River, the frozen harbor, and Gotham City burning fiercely in the flames of war—his face was filled with excitement and fascination.
Even the poor rats that were once imprisoned in underground water dungeons have their day to soar into the sky.
At that moment, he thought of Superman.
Did that Kryptonian child feel the same way when he ran at full speed for the first time, feeling that the whole world was so weak and insignificant?
Bain felt it wasn't worth it. If he were given that power, he would definitely use force and oppression to create a peaceful world without war, where everyone would have to grovel at his feet.
The unrealistic fantasies in my mind dissipated as the feeling of weightlessness gradually became clearer.
Bain finds himself falling.
He is not a Kryptonian after all.
But returning to reality helped him re-establish his goal: the jet plane was just below the clouds in front of him, as if he could reach out and grab it.
His vertical jump reached a height of over 3000 feet (approximately 1,000 meters).
Taking advantage of the descent, he jumped onto the back of the plane and, amidst the violent shaking, plunged his fingers into the gaps in the steel plate, tearing off a piece.
With Bain's violent dismantling, he quickly dug a hole in the top of the plane, and looking through the hole, the cockpit was empty, with only a poor bat lying on the ground, its lower body frozen and breathing weakly.
Bain leaped into the cabin and grinned at the bat.
"How ironic that the prey, fleeing in panic, has ended up in its own cage."
"Why are you chasing me relentlessly?" The bat, who had been silent for a long time, spoke for the first time.
"It's simple. I want to see just how far you can go and whether you're really as troublesome as Joseph says."
"So what's the conclusion?"
"Troublesome. If I had to use something as a metaphor, it would be a cunning mouse." Bain sat down on the ground next to Qin Wei. "I know you actually have one last backup plan, on this plane."
"This aircraft is under forensic investigation. It carries two Vulcan machine guns, a conventional missile, and a small nuclear bomb. I've test-flown it, so I should know more about it than you do. The small nuclear bomb in the aircraft should be activated by now."
"This is your worst-case scenario. When all means of resistance prove ineffective, you will risk everything to take me down with you."
"If you know perfectly well why you don't leave," Qin Wei retorted.
"Because I also wanted to test my limits and see if I could withstand a close-range nuclear explosion. This nuclear bomb is only 10kt TNT equivalent, and there's nothing more suitable to measure my limits than that."
"You're playing with fire." Qin Wei laughed, his tone sounding quite relaxed, not at all like someone who wanted to perish together with Bane.
"I don't care. Everyone who gains great strength should do this. Understanding one's limits is the only way to maximize one's advantages and minimize one's disadvantages in future battles."
Bane is very clear-headed, and Qin Wei likes intelligent people like him, but unfortunately, he has already been bought off by the Joker.
"Alright, time for some casual conversation. Let's wrap up tonight's hunt."
Bain reached out and grabbed Qin Wei's helmet, violently ripping it off amidst the latter's painful howls.
But behind the helmet was a pitch-black mask with rough wood grain and a layer of crude black paint. The mask was made with extremely simple craftsmanship, yet it exuded an ominous aura.
This bizarre scene immediately gave Bane a bad feeling that he had fallen into a trap.
He tore off the wooden mask.
"you!"
When he saw the face behind the mask, Bane could no longer contain his shock.
The face beneath the mask was none other than his "former colleague," William Cobb, who had been defeated by Qin Wei and sealed in a freezer.
"William, why you?!"
"I don't know! That man put this black mask on me, and then he gained the ability to control me. Damn it, we've been killing each other all this time!" William Cobb hurriedly explained after breaking free from Qin Wei's control.
But he soon remembered something more important.
"Stop the plane immediately! The nuclear bomb is about to explode."
"There's no need. Perhaps you don't know this, but I've already left the courtroom—to be precise, the entire courtroom no longer exists. I will survive the nuclear explosion, and there's no need for you to be saved."
"You arrogant fool!"
Furious, William cursed and swore. If his lower body hadn't been frozen, he would have loved to get up and slap Bain twice.
"The nuclear bomb isn't the key!!!!!! That guy set the destination for this flight as Metropolis! Do you understand what that means?"
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