newbobooks Chapter 155 The Real and Fake Losers, Repeated Torture
Chapter 155 The Real and Fake Losers, Repeated Torture
Chapter 155 The Real and Fake Losers, Repeated Torture
"What are you doing, Bane?"
"I'm using Black's abilities to scan your memories, Luther."
"...So you're saying you smashed half of my mech to pieces with a single slap, yet you still don't believe me, is that it?"
"Yes."
Luther heard the other person say, "Unless I slap your body too, Batman can replicate a mech."
"But didn't you say earlier that you had confirmed I wasn't Mudface?"
"I only confirmed that your mech isn't Mudface."
"As for you..."
"Hard to say."
Luther took a deep breath in anger, then calmly explained the facts to him: "But as you can see, I'm not like you. I'm not a superhuman. Without my mech, I can't withstand your attacks."
If you were to attack my person the way you just attacked my mech, I'd die instantly. What would be the point of that?
"have."
"What does it mean?"
"I've confirmed that you're not Mudface."
Luther was furious.
"If I were covered in mud, why would I come to save you? Am I out of my mind?"
"..."
"Hard to say."
Luther felt a surge of anger rising within him, then suddenly realized that the other party was deliberately provoking him.
Whether he is Luther or Mudface, he has no credibility with Bane. It is obvious that Bane does not want to get involved with him. Even if he is real, Bane does not intend to run away with him.
The problem is that if Bane wanted to run, he would definitely run away with the zombie Black, but Luther couldn't accept that outcome.
So they're suddenly frozen in place.
Luther took a deep breath and quickly took control of the mech to repair himself.
In the past, if a Jaeger had suffered this level of damage, he could only choose to replace it or reassemble parts of it for combat. However, the nanobot technology from Brainiac has made up for this shortcoming of the Luther Jaeger.
Countless nanorobots propelled the shape-memory metal to the damaged area within mere tens of seconds, barely forming a thin film that patched up the tear.
With the energy shield activated, Luther had already summoned a number of replacement parts via satellite. Until these parts arrived, the mech was temporarily restored to a usable state with the help of nanobots.
He took a deep breath: "Alright, Bane, let's get going before Superman gets here. I'll hold off Batman for a bit—wait, let me finish!"
Luther quickly raised his hand to stop.
When he said the first sentence, Bain's eyes were already completely fixed on him, and his fists were already clenched.
Luther knew his words were ambiguous, as if he were doing Bane such a big favor for no reason, which would make anyone suspicious.
So he hurriedly added, "I did this because I need the Black you control. His telepathic abilities are a great help to me. I can't accept him falling into the hands of Batman or Superman."
Bain loosened his fist.
Luther breathed a sigh of relief. Rather than letting Bane guess, it was better to be open and honest. Even though they were still on separate paths for the time being, he had at least managed to establish a basic level of trust with Bane.
At least that way they could break through together and Bain wouldn't attack him anymore.
If Bane can escape, he will have achieved half of his goal; he can then slowly figure out how to contact him later.
He turned to look at Batman, but the other man seemed completely unresponsive. They had been arguing for so long, and he had been on guard against a sudden attack, but nothing had happened.
Batman was standing there the whole time. Did he do something?
What trick is he up to now?
Never mind, as long as Superman doesn't come. He doesn't have time to deal with these things anyway.
Luther turned back to Bane and said, "We'll team up later, together—"
"I heard you've been looking for me, Luther."
Luther turned his head with a gloomy expression and saw the red and blue Boy Scout flying over from the horizon and hovering beside Batman.
He heard the other person say, "To be honest, I never thought you would have the nerve to show your face in front of me."
"Oops." He heard Batman make a strange noise.
"I will not surrender easily, and if you want to capture me, you'll have to fight me somewhere else."
Luthor made a quick decision in just a few seconds: he would drive his large armor and lure Superman away by himself.
Then, taking advantage of Superman's inability to see through lead, he pulls off a clever escape during a lead powder smoke bomb, making Superman believe he's been inside the giant mech. He then secretly returns in his individual flying armor to help Bane defeat Batman, thus enabling both of them to escape successfully.
Luther's mech immediately fired various smoke grenades, then flames erupted from its feet, sending it flying directly outside.
Clark and Chen Tao, who had just returned after confirming Louis's safety, exchanged a glance across the air. Chen Tao gave him a look that said, "Don't worry, go after him."
Clark immediately and happily threw away his brain and followed along without worry.
"Now it's just you and me, Batman."
After a moment of silence, Bain spoke: "There are no outsiders, only the final battle."
"Who says I'm Batman? What if I'm Superman?" Then he saw the other person wipe his face, and suddenly his head turned into Superman's head, and then he turned back again.
"Stop insulting my intelligence," Bain grumbled. "I'm not so stupid that I can't even tell who my nemesis is."
At this moment, he selectively forgot about his earlier mistake of Superman for Batman and continued, "I bet you somehow acquired the Kryptonian physique; that last attack was definitely a Kryptonian's body."
"This is the final battle, Bane."
He heard Batman speak, his voice as deep and magnetic as ever, like a dark spring flowing through his heart, stirring up his surging malice.
He was ready for battle; he would fight until—
"You can't escape, Bane, but I'm giving you a chance... I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself. Come and challenge me, Bane, in the most direct way."
He heard Batman say that.
He saw the other person remove his hood, revealing Bruce Wayne's resolute face.
"No mask."
Batman said.
Bain saw the other man take off his shirt, revealing a strong, scarred physique that would make even the best bodybuilders envious.
Then he turned to look at Blake, the zombie who was standing there quietly.
"No helpers."
"I will not use that method that can temporarily turn me into a Kryptonian."
Bane heard Batman say, "A fair fight. Deal?"
Bain stared at him intently for a few seconds, and then Bain grinned.
His smile was like that of a ferocious beast; even through the hood, you could see the wrinkles on his face, like the waves that rise on the bridge of a lion's nose when it bares its fangs.
"I don't use telepathy." He also took off his mask and tossed it aside.
Bane took off his shirt, then reached out a hand, pinched the venom tube connected to his body, and pulled it out.
"And they don't use venom."
He snapped his fingers, and Blake, who was still standing not far away, collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
"A fair fight."
A smile of excitement spread across Bane's face, a murderous intent that was both menacing and whispered like tender affection.
"A fair fight."
He heard Batman say that.
Bain raised his fist: "I...am..."
He charged toward Batman.
"You're Bane. Got it. And I'm Batman."
Then Bane watched helplessly as the blue cape of the Rapid Bullet appeared on Batman's body in an instant. Before he could react, he was punched by the Rapid Bullet and sent flying like a cannonball. His muscles, which had swelled up like balloons, were smashed into a pulp by the unparalleled and powerful force, and all the bones in his body were broken.
It's really completely broken, and it hurts even more than when I injured my kneecap earlier!
"what!"
He roared, "You said it! No helpers! No mask! No superpowers!"
"It's obvious that I lied."
Then he heard the other person kindly ask him, "Why do you so easily believe what the enemy says?"
Bane tried to control the zombie Black, but when he turned his head, he saw that Black had turned into a hedgehog.
He meant that while he was fighting Batman, the members of the Mudfaces he had previously defeated who hadn't yet had time to insert the drug into him had now inserted all their remaining drugs into the zombie Black.
Black, the zombie controlled by the Black Rot, was injected with so many drugs that he immediately turned into an unresponsive puppet and stopped moving.
Bain's eyes widened in horror:
"Despicable, utterly despicable...you despicable thing!"
The other party never intended to fight him fairly; all those words they said before were just to coax him into temporarily relinquishing control of the zombie Black.
Bane knelt on the ground. He struggled to lift his head and saw the cold-blooded Batman who had deceived him.
"17 years! I was all alone, lost in a dead end, where the tide would pour in every night."
He murmured, recounting his past, telling the story of the boy who grew up in prison.
"Every night, I was pushed to the rooftop by the current, kicked and pushed by my hands, for a long time, as crabs and leeches clung to my body, tearing my flesh. All I wanted was for it to stop."
He said, "Stop kicking, stop pushing, stop, stop, please, please let me stop! They want to drown me, everyone wants to drown me, you're trying to drown me..."
"But I...stand firm!"
Bain jerked his head up, and even though every bone in his body had been shattered by the sneak attack, he... still managed to stand up!
But he knew he couldn't defeat Batman.
This was the last gasp of his strength; after suffering so many attacks, all he could probably do was stand up.
Then, in the next second, he saw Batman caught off guard and sent flying backward by a laser beam.
Luther is back. He's only wearing a form-fitting green suit of armor, not piloting a massive mech.
"Bane, I'm back! Let's get out of here!"
He heard the other person say, "Quick, Bane, my giant mech can't hold Superman off for long."
The sound inexplicably made him feel incredibly at ease.
It's Luther, he's a real person, not Mudface, and everything he says is true!
Luther rushed over and slung the broken Bane over his shoulder: "That shot won't hold Batman off for long, quick, we need to get out of there..."
Bain cooperated by letting him lift his body, but the next second, he froze again.
Because he saw another loser running towards the door.
Both sides were dressed exactly the same, even their armor was identical.
Bane, whose bones were all broken, was so frightened that he jumped off Luthor.
He looked at the loser on the left, then at the loser on the right, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Bane! It's Mudface! Get away from him, he's pretending to be me..."
Luther, who had rushed in from outside, looked extremely anxious. He shouted at Bane, "Don't be fooled by him!"
Luther, who had just been carrying Bane, retorted, "No, you have to believe me, Bane. He's the one in disguise, Mudface..."
The two immediately started arguing.
"Yes, yes... just now when Batman was standing there, seemingly doing nothing!" Bane, supporting himself beside him, watched the two arguing Luthors: "He secretly had Mudface impersonate Luthor to try and deceive me."
He glanced at the two men, then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Batman get up from the rubble where he had been thrown back, walk to the spot where Batman had taken off his mask, and put it back on.
"One of them must be true."
Bain thought to himself.
He had to identify it, but he didn't have that much time, so Bain went straight for the simplest method.
With a sickening cracking sound, the decaying black power forcibly manipulated this body, whose bones were shattered, and launched a direct attack on one of the two.
Snapped!
Unsurprisingly, the upper body of the Luther who was attacked was smashed into a pulp and he collapsed to the ground.
"He's Mudface!" Bane's voice held a hint of excitement. "Alright, Luther, we can—"
Then a tube of suppressant was inserted into his back.
Bain turned his head and saw the man he considered the real "loser" transform from a boiled egg into a rebuttal: "Wrong, both of you are just mud-faced!"
"Aaaaaaah!"
In despair, Bane shoved him away, reached down and pulled the potion from his back, howling, "This...you!"
"Bane!"
Then Bane heard Luther's shouts, and when he turned around, he saw more than a dozen identical Luthers flying in from the horizon.
One of them, who appeared to have been beaten black and blue, cried out anxiously, "Bane! They're all fake, only I'm real—"
Then the losers around him echoed similar sentiments:
"I'm the real loser, he's the fake one!"
"Muddy faces, all of them are muddy faces!"
"Don't believe him, listen to me—"
Bain staggered two steps and knelt on the ground.
"That's enough!"
He clutched his head.
"I can't tell the difference, I really can't!"
He immediately turned around and ran towards Batman, frantically grabbing his hair as he ran: "Enough! Enough! Enough! Ah!!! Batman! How long are you going to humiliate me! Arrest me, hurry up and do it!"
silence.
Bane looked up and saw Batman smear something on his face, instantly transforming it into Luthor's face.
Gan!
Bain looked as if he had seen a ghost, screamed, collapsed to the ground, and then remained motionless.
(End of this chapter)