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Chapter 15 National Guard
Chapter 15 National Guard
Chen Tao scaled the rooftops, turning into legs in wide areas and wheels in flat ones. Bain couldn't catch him no matter how hard he tried.
Fight? Fight my ass, do you think you can win? I'm fucking running away.
Speeding up to 70 miles per hour, feeling carefree, let Bane and rockets just eat exhaust fumes.
"Bane, are we not going to continue pursuing this?"
The pale man, nicknamed "Zombie," was carrying a rocket launcher, sweating profusely, his face bruised and battered.
He got too caught up in the chase and strayed too far from Bane, resulting in the dinosaur punching him in the face.
How dare you stop me from escaping!
—If Bain hadn't come to pick him up, he would probably be in the intensive care unit right now.
Damn it! He had never seen anyone run so fast in his life... well, a dinosaur, and he had never seen anything so bizarre.
Bane's other two henchmen, the caveman and the birdman, wore expressions no different from the zombies, their faces contorted with rage—not only could they not catch up, but they were also constantly being picked off by the Death Shooter; this was no longer an option. Hearing that Bane had finally said he would stop chasing, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Bane stood quietly in the middle of the street, looking up at the rooftop where Batman had fled, like a boy with his arms outstretched, embracing the cool evening breeze on a midsummer night filled with fireflies.
"Cave dwellers, things have changed."
His henchman, nicknamed Caveman, wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "Understood, Bane. I'll submit a full analysis of Batman's weakened state and unknown abilities to you immediately."
"No, there's no need for that. We need to start a new plan. But we need time. Give Batman something to do so he won't have time to cause us trouble."
Bain's voice was clearly very deep, but his tone gradually rose, like a beast that had tasted blood, or like a woman softly singing and calling out to her beloved.
"Batman ran away because he wasn't confident he could beat me, and coincidentally... so was I. I wanted to test his strength, but he didn't give me the chance—he was more cautious than I thought."
He leaped into the air, soaring and gliding between houses like a comet. The distant sirens blared for him, like the low chanting of the Jews during the parting of the sea by Moses.
"The way of war is about to change... Gentlemen, get ready. Maintain radio contact."
"Also, don't get into a conflict with the police. It wouldn't be good if the streets were damaged. After all... this will eventually be my city."
the other side.
*smack*
After a high-speed sprint of more than half an hour, Death Shooter, Cheshire Cat Killer Croc, and Ventriloquist were left in a small alley by Chen Tao. The fighting and chasing just now seemed like a dream.
"Um……"
My head is empty.
Thoughts, stagnant.
The Cheshire Cat, somewhat dazed, said, "I don't remember Batman knowing these things."
"Obviously, that guy hesitated for a long time between being Batman or Dinosaur Man back then," Deadshot grinded his bloodied teeth and told a lame joke.
"So, we're just dumped here?" Killer Croc yelled. "Where's the employer? Where's Batman? Where's my money?"
Deadshot paid no attention to Killer Croc's shouts. This time, he was genuinely considering not taking the job.
Look at what he's encountered—Bane, Batman, and that superhuman called the Tattooed Man. A few years ago, no matter how big the trouble, he would have dared to take risks as long as he was paid enough. But now it's different; he has a daughter.
When Bain touched his throat just now, he thought more than once what would happen to his daughter if he lost him.
The answer is no, nothing will happen.
Zoe had adoptive parents, and when news of his death came, his daughter might be a little sad... but eventually she would forget him.
His existence will vanish like a hyacinth in the clear sky; no one will remember him, no one will miss him, he will not even live in anyone's memory, like a lost soul, like the javelin captain, the slipknot man, or the tattooed man.
This was absolutely unacceptable to Floyd Lawton.
Deathshooter knew very well that he was a scumbag, a supervillain, and that his love for his daughter could never be selfless and devoted; his love contained a vicious possessiveness, ugly yet affectionate.
I want to watch my daughter grow up!
I want to live with my daughter forever!
I want to see my daughter get married and start a career!
I want to witness every important moment in my daughter's life!
He wanted to die in his hospital bed amidst his daughter's cries!
This was Freud Lawton's cowardly and despicable desire!
Therefore, even the mercenaries known as "Death Shooters," who are considered cowards and fools, must live on in fear.
He then turned to the ventriloquist who was still searching for his lost glasses on the ground and said, "Enough, Arnold. Tell your employer I'm quitting."
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Ding!
The elevator doors opened.
Chen Tao took the elevator to the top floor of the Gotham City Police Department. A female civilian police officer looked at him as if she had seen Batman, and dropped the file bag in her hand with a thud.
Chen Tao kept a straight face, calmly turned into the stairwell next to the elevator, and arrived at the rooftop.
Damn it, this grappling hook gun is so hard to use.jpg
Chief Gordon was waiting for him on the rooftop.
"I turned on the Bat-Lights, I turned them off... Oh dear, I turned them on again, I turned them off again..."
Chen Tao tiptoed up behind him.
"Gordon."
"Waaah—I'm definitely not playing!"
"Um……"
Chen Tao said, "So, why did you call me in such a hurry? What's the matter?"
Gordon sighed. "There are crazy people everywhere on the streets lately, and things have gotten out of control."
That's nonsense.
Chen Tao narrowed his eyes, hidden behind his mask, waiting for Gordon to continue.
"I know you've done a lot; you've captured the Mad Hatter, and Zas..."
"Focus on the important points."
"Alright." Gordon sighed, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "The mayor has decided to deploy the National Guard. It's dangerous, but I can't stop him."
The National Guard is an independent military force under the jurisdiction of the state governments and is the only regular military force capable of operating on U.S. soil.
The mayor's decision signifies that they have completely lost faith in the situation in Gotham.
Regarding this, Chen Tao felt:
That's great!
Ideally, the National Guard would send 400,000 to 500,000 people to storm into Gotham and turn Bane into a pulp. Then, they could use a dimensional reduction attack to wipe out all the villains in Gotham and send them all to the electric chair. Batman Bruce Wayne could then retire successfully and live a peaceful life as a wealthy man.
Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose: "But these guys don't understand Gotham at all. They're using the same mindset they use for ordinary criminals to deal with Gotham's lunatics, which is bound to cause problems... But our stupid mayor is just using this as another campaign stunt."
"I am worried about this, but what's even more troublesome is that they have included you in their attack list, regardless of whether you live or die."
"So you're asking me not to get involved in the National Guard's purge of Bane and Gotham?"
Great!
Chen Tao cheered inwardly.
"That's right." Gordon said with a somber expression, "I'll do my best to prevent any major problems in the military, but you really can't afford to provoke those politicians again. I know it's unfair to you..."
Ah, that's not true at all.
Chen Tao maintained a facade of seriousness, but Gordon interpreted this solemnity as something else entirely.
"Fine, fine, Bat, you can continue to be involved in Bane's case—damn, as if you really wouldn't be involved if I didn't agree."
No, you've misunderstood.
Chen Tao immediately stopped his divergent thinking: "I really don't know how to participate..."
"Beep beep beep..."
But just then, the sound from the bat communicator interrupted their conversation.
(End of this chapter)