I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 147 Batman vs. Batman
When Jacques finished dealing with the claws and the two frozen ability users, the battle between the two Batmen was coming to an end.

It stands to reason that even if Bruce Wayne, the drowned and resentful soul, pokes her blind, she still possesses power far beyond human beings after her self-transformation and fusion of Atlantis genes.In fact, however, Thomas Wayne, a mortal, had the upper hand in this battle.

"Hmph, although you have great power, it doesn't make sense if you can't hit people—how long has it been since you fought humans on land? The difference between your movement habits in the air and in the sea can be said to be a world of difference, kid head."

With superb gun fighting skills, Thomas Wayne used powerful firepower to suppress while constantly avoiding Brucey's attacks.Although Brucey was also very agile and was not hit critically by the bullet, her hands and feet still inevitably suffered from multiple bullet bruises, accumulating damage all the time.

Click, finally, Thomas's pistol made a crisp sound, which was a sign of running out of bullets.

Brucey wanted to seize the moment when Thomas emptied the magazine, and stabbed with the trident.However, after Thomas threw the pistol casually, he quickly avoided it. There was a rapid beeping sound from the thrown pistol, and then it exploded.

call!
The rotation of the trident caused a whirlwind to disperse the dust and smoke from the explosion. The clothes of Brucey who appeared were half damaged, and there were many scratches on his body from the fragments of the blasted pistol, but these scars and the scratches from the bullet just now The speed visible to the naked eye is recovering.

"You were called Thomas Wayne just now, so that's why you are. But you are too naive to think that you can defeat me with this. I can continue to spend with you until all your weapons and ammunition are exhausted. It doesn't matter. Your physical strength How long can it last?"

As soon as the voice fell, Brucey held a trident and rushed towards Thomas Wayne again.Just as she claimed, Brucey's speed and strength were almost the same as before, but Thomas' breathing was slightly disordered.

Thomas didn't dodge this time, but stretched out his hands and grabbed the tip of the trident, gritted his teeth and wrestled with Brucey.

However, Brucey's strength was obviously superior. With a cruel smile on her face, the trident pressed down on Thomas' chest inch by inch, even piercing the bat mark with a red circle background. middle.

"I know that through self-transformation you get superpowers but Batman doesn't need these special powers. Because there is often a price to gain power, and it also creates new weaknesses-"

Brucey's smile froze, because she realized that Thomas was pushing back her trident gradually.

The reason is not that Thomas' strength has become stronger, but that Bruce's strength has weakened.

Bang!
Thomas didn't leave time for Brucey to be surprised. After pushing the trident aside, he immediately clenched his fists and mercilessly swung towards Brucey's cheek.

Brucey was sent flying several meters by this punch, and then half-lyed on the ground without standing up, but kept covering his face, showing a painful expression.

"What the hell is this—cough cough. Why?"

It seems that Thomas' fist did not cause substantial damage to Brucey, and Brucey's pain seemed to come from other sources.

"After you give up your vision, you can indeed use your hearing and other senses to fight, but for things that don't make sound, you have no chance to be alert at all."

There are three metal cans on each side of Thomas' belt, which have been opened at some point, and gases of various strange colors have been overflowing from them, forming a large colorful mist.

"It's...poisonous gas? But how could it be...with my constitution...and why wouldn't you yourself."

Brucey struggled to stand up, but failed, her face was very ugly, and her breathing became more and more heavy.

"Because this is a poisonous gas specially made for the Atlantis physique. It is mixed with fear gas, ivy poison, clown gas, etc. which are more than [-] times deadly. In my world, Neptune is also a complete bastard, I've spent years working on poisons for him."

Thomas walked up to Bruce, took out a large-caliber pistol from his waist again, put the barrel on Bruce's head, and pulled the safety bolt.

"The nerves of your whole body will quickly lose their function, the muscles will dissolve and shrink, the bones will become brittle and collapse, and the internal organs will be pierced and damaged, but with your self-healing ability, these are probably not going to kill you, so I have prepared special bullets. Punch it into your skull and it will instantly swell and solidify, leaving you permanently in a vegetative—"

"I'll just say it once, let this flood recede from Gotham City immediately."

Brucey's face became extremely pale, and her lips turned a sickly iron blue, but even so, she managed to squeeze out an ugly, distorted grim smile.

"Heh, heh. Let's shoot, anyway, it's not the first time I've faced death and even if you kill me, the sea will not ebb."

"Then go to die."

The moment Thomas pulled the trigger emotionlessly with his face covered in frost, a sharp knife suddenly inserted into the barrel of the gun.

boom!
The pistol exploded in Thomas's hand, and Thomas immediately dropped the weapon and jumped back, drawing another pistol from his lap.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Thomas Wayne, I still have a lot to ask her, I can't just let her die like this."

Jacques' figure stood in front of Brucey, and Thomas frowned, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger on another "Jacques" who was still standing there.

After being shot in the head, another "Jaquin" turned into several boxes and fell on the spot with a wisp of smoke, and then disappeared without a trace.

"I'll settle the matter with you about the damn trick later, but let me get out of the way now, or I will settle it with you."

"Calm down first, think about it carefully, she is strictly your daughter, Mr. Thomas Wayne. Before shooting her, maybe we should find a place to talk—"

But as soon as Jacques finished speaking, he felt a chill down his spine, and immediately turned to one side of his body, and the sharp trident just passed him.

"He's not. My father hiss—"

After Brucey, who attacked Jacques from behind, struggled to squeeze out these words, the trident in her hand fell to the ground with a bang, and at the same time, her body lost her balance and fell directly into Jacques's arms, which was subconsciously caught by the latter .

Jacques felt that the body he was hugging was surprisingly soft, and it was still trembling slightly—I don't know if it was because of the fear of poisonous gas, but now Brucey felt more feminine than ever.

"I've never had a daughter either, I'll count to three, if you don't give her to me—"

"Don't wait, it's now, let's do it."

Thomas frowned, aiming the pistol at Jacques' forehead.

"That's as you wish."

call out.

Suddenly, a cold light approached Thomas from behind.

"I'm not telling you—do it, Katana."

(End of this chapter)