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Chapter 217, Section 114: Bane Ultimate Plus Version

Chapter 217, Section 114: Bane Ultimate Plus Version

Bane's body underwent two rounds of modifications. In the first round, the court enhanced his genes and installed a venom canister on him, but the court took precautions to restrain this powerful enforcer.

Not only did they fail to implant Amber Gold into Bane, they also left the venom delivery tubes, which are considered a warrior's Achilles' heel, exposed in a conspicuous location on his back.

But things changed a year ago when Bane met the Joker.

Joseph handed Bain a synthetic amber-gold compound that he had obtained from an unknown source and enthusiastically recommended this new client to his partner, Hugo Strange.

Under Dr. Hugo's violent modifications, a hidden poison delivery tube was laid under Bane's spine, and an amber gold tablet wrapped with a mechanical device that could sense his heartbeat was also inserted into his chest cavity.

"A clean and jerk of approximately 70 tons, a full-speed run approaching Mach 1—the data cannot capture his terrifying power. Only when he unleashes his full strength will you realize you've created a monster!"

Looking at the alarmingly exaggerated data on the control panel, Hugo subtly reminded Joseph to have a backup plan.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, darling!! I guarantee you, you'll never see the day Bane goes on a killing spree!!"

"I hope so."

Hugo pushed up his glasses.

The clown's words made him very uncomfortable, as if he were about to die.

However, Dr. Strange did not delve into the matter. He reminded himself that a rational and highly educated human being should have at least some tolerance for the mentally ill.

From a third-party perspective, the PhD student overestimated himself. After all, how could a normal person make a deal with a dangerous clown for a little experimental data and funding?

He's not a normal person, he's just another madman.

Even compared to this madman, Joseph's mental state seemed less abnormal—at least he didn't let Hugo live to see Bane's massacre, proving he was a man of his word.

Of course, even after the modifications were complete, Bane still didn't remove the exposed poison tubes; he needed to lull the court and even potential enemies into a false sense of security.

This move was indeed very effective. By the time Talia reacted, Bane had already pounced on her with both hands on the ground.

The healed wounds on the enormous creature finally made her realize what had happened.

At this moment, Bane should have been plunged into a muddy and ugly hallucination like everyone who has had amber implanted for the first time, but for some reason, the amber provided by the Joker did not seem to have any hallucinogenic effect.

"Hahahaha, because the data for this thing was transferred from another universe! It's non-toxic, harmless, and completely healthy!!!"

"Of course! Amber Gold's weakness remains: it fears extreme cold, but I suspect Bane will have enough time to tear them apart before they even raise their liquid nitrogen guns!"

In the bushes outside Wayne Manor, the Joker was sitting in the driver's seat, applying nail polish to each of his fingers.

Joseph's fingernails had already been pulled out by the abusive caregivers in Arkham Asylum. The purple nail polish painted on the uneven scars added a touch of madness to this enigmatic and strange man.

At that moment, he was talking to himself.

"You must be wondering who I'm talking to, and who needs my explanation, oh my god!!!! Haven't you realized yet? I'm the one who introduced Gotham City at the beginning!"

Joseph turned his head and knocked on the car window. If this were a scene from a movie, you might have noticed the theater curtain trembling with the clown's knocking.

This infamous madman is actually trying to break through the fourth wall.

"Without bats, there would be no Joker. Joseph of this world drowned himself in a toilet back in Arkham. And the one who came from another world to replace this poor man—"

The clown hesitated for a moment with his head down, then suddenly gave a horrifying laugh to the outside of the curtain, followed by a series of repetitive pronouncements that sounded like mental pollution.

"I am who I am, I am who I am, I am who I am, I am who I am, I am who I am, I am who I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Against that pale, smiling face, his neat teeth looked as yellowed as if he were a heavy smoker.

"What do you think is the truth about this world? It's okay, the answer will be revealed soon. Everything is under control, the truth will come out soon, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!"

"Hurry up!"

Upon realizing that Bane had been implanted with amber gold, Talia abandoned the assassination attempt without hesitation, grabbed the injured Thomas, and ran wildly into the depths of the corridor.

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Behind them, Bane was twisting his massive body and crushing them, his oppressive force no less than that of the intelligent BOW "Nemesis" that chased Jill in Resident Evil 3.

Thomas's fractured arm was held in Talia's hand, and the pain almost made him faint.

He was about to tell Talia to let go, but after wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he looked back.

"Damn it, Bane's still chasing me!"

The narrow corridor could not stop Bane's steps. The castle's solid walls looked as crisp as wafers under his impact, and with each step, the floor tiles would crack and lift with a clatter.

As the two sides continued to advance, the ground even began to tilt to one side, and the ceiling was already covered with dense cracks.

It seems that this nearly three-century-old castle is about to collapse during this chase, and the fate of the two seems to be already decided: either they will be crushed to death by the pursuer or flattened by the collapsing castle.

Thomas, who never asks for help, finally snapped: "Chato Santana, where the hell have you been?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chato, shirtless, appeared at the end of the corridor. He was bent over, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving violently, looking utterly miserable.

In the initial strategy devised by Night Owl, Chato was supposed to step in and turn the tide when Talia was unable to deal with Bane. However, as mentioned before, the two ultimate attacks tonight pushed Brand's mental energy to its limit. When he was about to attack Bane, he suddenly fainted.

If it weren't for Thomas's shout, Chato would have been lying on the floor for who knows how long.

"Lower your head!"

Having regained some of his strength, Chato used his best move, flicking his wrist to unleash a long, fiery whip.

The essence of this technique lies in the controlled transmission of high temperature. The temperature of the whip itself is not high, but the temperature of the whip tip will reach its peak at the moment the whip is fully extended, which is expected to reach 2700 degrees Fahrenheit (about 1500 degrees Celsius), a temperature high enough to melt pure iron.

Time seemed to stand still as the long whip, wreathed in flames, hurtled towards them.

The blazing red light, like the afterimage of the Grim Reaper's scythe, swept past the back of Thomas's head and shot towards Bane.

The scorching temperature instantly evaporated a large amount of moisture in the air, and the cracked and peeling wall surface surged forward along with the long whip of flames.

But just as it was about to strike Bain, the target once again displayed an agility beyond its burly frame.

During the sprint, Bain bent over backwards, his buttocks almost touching the ground.

With the help of perfect evasion, the flaming whip missed its target and vanished into thin air.

Chato's expression grew even more grim. On one hand, Bane's strength far exceeded his expectations, and on the other hand, Diablo's mental attacks were gradually dimming his vision.

If ranged attacks are difficult to land, then only one last resort remains.

Diablo's automatic counterattack.

Whenever an enemy attack comes and Chato is unable to dodge, Diablo is awakened and launches a high-temperature counterattack that ignites the surrounding air.

Thomas, who was previously wearing the mechanical bat armor, was caught off guard by this move.

But this time, after witnessing Bane's destructive power, Chato lost confidence in his own abilities for the first time.

If that doesn't work, the mage's frail body will be crushed into dust by the tank without hesitation.

Chato knew that the situation had exceeded expectations and was of no help to his control of Diablo, but the once arrogant and aloof leader of the youth gang raised his head inappropriately.

"Oi~ Chato! Give that big guy a shock from the vengeful demon!"

Chato was somewhat taken aback. He had thought that over the years, his fierce and combative heart had long since subsided, but the rising body temperature accompanied by his adrenaline told him—you have never calmed down, you just haven't found an opponent.

Although Chato's attack missed, it gave the two escapers a few seconds to get away, and Thomas Jr. took advantage of this time to slip past Chato.

"Damn it, what are you standing there for! Bane's catching up."

"I know, you guys go first. If you don't want to get caught up in this, the farther you get, the better!"

With that, Chato’s arms suddenly burst into flames, forcing the two back, and then Diablo’s distorted phantom appeared behind him.

After confronting his own desires, Chato completely broke free of his psychological blockade, allowing Diablo's consciousness to gradually erode his mind.

The demon's long and chaotic memories begin to synchronize with Chato, most of which are fragmented memories buried in wooden totems: campfires, sacrifices, and Native Americans kneeling and praying to it while wearing eagle feather hats.

It wasn't until a cowboy brought the totem back to a civilized land that its memory began to become clear.

Diablo did not only have one host. Before this, the demon had possessed two humans. The first host unexpectedly suppressed Diablo with his willpower and only released the demon at the end of his life.

The second one sold his soul to Diablo without hesitation. But just as Diablo was about to manipulate his host to carry out a plan of destruction, he encountered a blond man wearing a trench coat and always smoking.

The man clutched the Native American wooden totem in his hand and then stuffed Diablo's soul back into his body.

After dealing with Diablo, the man casually took the totem to the bar and successfully left it behind on the bar counter.

The wood carving subsequently changed hands several times before finally ending up in the hands of Chato, who had been involved in the trafficking of Native American artifacts.

Now, Chato of the Open Gate approached Diablo for the first time. In his consciousness, he encountered a twisted figure engulfed in flames, yet that fiery body remained motionless against a bronze pillar, its surface riddled with nails.

Chato counted thirteen in total, while outside of his consciousness, Bane was launching a fierce attack on Chato.

He had been searching for a formidable foe, but he never expected to encounter such a pleasant surprise. His jaw trembled with excitement, and the sound of his teeth chattering came from behind his mask.

Just sensing the other's aura made Bane's blood boil, not to mention the god-like figure of Chato, who hovered in the air, his entire body engulfed in flames, unlike any enemy he had ever encountered before.

The attack feedback also confirmed Bain's conjecture.

A punch was thrown, but just as the fist was about to touch Chato's body, the scorching heat emanated from his pores, igniting the local air and shoving him away fiercely.

Unlike Thomas, who was thrown dozens of meters, Bain was heavier and more powerful. After a brief adjustment of his center of gravity, he only took three steps back before regaining his footing.

At the same time, the castle shook violently again. The load-bearing pillars at the bottom had developed obvious cracks from Bane's continuous stomping. The crystal chandelier fell from a height and shattered at the feet of Thomas, who had just evacuated there.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't heartbroken. After losing the Wayne Tower, this place became the last refuge of the Night Owl.

In fact, this war has nothing to do with Isaiah Thomas anymore, but he still bet everything on a future with Bruce Wayne.

With Talia's help, Thomas received a strong painkiller injection and an adrenaline injection before he had the energy to let Selena help him fix the splint.

"Why are you still here?" he asked the catwoman in a reproachful tone.

"Didn't you keep it too? You even need to put a splint on your broken arm, what for?"

After Night Owl's forearm was broken at a 90-degree angle, it was violently twisted by Talia. However, when Selena tried to reset it, the man gritted his teeth and did not make a sound of pain.

"Bruce will definitely come back, and I have to wait for him here!"

"Me too, we all hope he can live, don't we?"

Talia, standing to the side, huddled in the shadows in a corner with her arms crossed, wary of her surroundings.

She never placed all her hopes on any one specific person, because human strength has its limits. Besides, in her view, Bruce Wayne, a man who had stood up from his wheelchair, would cherish his hard-won good health even more.

"Maybe he used finding a way to escape as an excuse," Talia thought to herself.

She didn't mean to belittle Qin Wei; running away from a powerful enemy like Bain is not a shameful thing.

"I should go too. That man who can set fires shouldn't be able to stop Bane. Maybe seeking help from the Shadow Dancers Alliance on the roof of the world is the wisest choice."

Just as Talia was planning her next move, the roar of jets filled the sky.

The owl and the catwoman looked up at the same time.

"He wouldn't really be back, would he?"

Talia suddenly remembered the man who saved Jason and Dick from the rampaging claws during the snowy night bus incident.

At that time, the two rescued people also showed a relieved and tired smile.

"I don't understand why people always have such high expectations of Bruce Wayne."

Talia stared at the falling fighter jet and muttered to herself.

"I'm really curious, what methods are you going to use to deal with Bane?"

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