The God Killer in the American Comics World

There was almost no light in the dim dungeon, only a drowsy yellow light flashed occasionally in the farthest distance, letting Bruce Wayne know that he was still alive, not sleeping in an endless dark world.

The occasional tingling sensation in his lower back made Bruce feel a little happy.

This meant that he was not really paralyzed, because true hemiplegia would cause the lower body to be completely unconscious.

Bane's attack was absolutely ruthless.

That knee almost broke Bruce's old waist.

Bruce's current situation was still not good.

He lost all his equipment as Batman, and the lack of nutrition made his body, which was in urgent need of self-repair, extremely weak.

At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded.

Three very unique-looking people came with a dozen gunmen.

Bruce glanced at them and recognized that the three leaders were Bane's loyal men [Zombie], [Bird] and [Caveman].

Without any extra words, they dragged Bruce out of the modified cage.

They were very careful. Not only did they tie Bruce's hands behind his back, but they also used something similar to beef tendons to tie each of his fingers.

The famous Batman's heart was sinking.

Soon, he was brought to a huge pool of blood.

The scene in front of him stunned Bruce.

Too scary!

Too cruel!

Hundreds and thousands of people were like chickens, ducks, and geese being slaughtered. The arteries on their necks and thighs were cut and thrown into the funnel-shaped pool to bleed. The gurgling blood gushed out, flowing along the inclined facade of the building, and finally merged into the large blood pool with a diameter of ten meters in the center of the venue.

If a person's whole body blood is drained, there will be about four liters of blood, which is about the volume of three 1.25L large Cokes.

In fact, this simple and crude way of bleeding cannot drain so much blood. Often, less than half of the blood can be drained because of problems such as death and wound coagulation.

Their bodies were taken away by a large number of well-dressed slaves and thrown directly into the waterway and discharged into the sea.

Tragically, after the bodies were dealt with, these once well-dressed "superiors" would often be killed by the gangsters and thrown into the blood pool to bleed.

This huge underground hole was always echoing with the victims' wailing and crying for mercy.

What a hell on earth!

"Assholes! How could you do this!?" Bruce was almost furious.

Even the Joker, the leader of Arkham, had never used such a brutal method.

Bane's burly figure appeared behind Bruce, and he mocked the former Gotham guardian coldly: "Don't worry! You are the main course of this sacrifice, and you will not be missing."

Before Bruce could react, he was roughly pushed into the blood pool.

"Gulp! Cough cough!" The thick and smelly blood plasma drowned Bruce on the spot.

After struggling to get up from the slimy bottom of the pool, Bruce leaned against the 70-degree tilted edge of the pool and breathed in the stale air.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his lower body seemed to feel something after struggling like this. He tried hard to cover it up, making himself look like the miserable prisoner with his hands tied behind his back and his lower body paralyzed.

"It's so ugly! Batman!" Bane threw Bruce's Batman mask into the pool. This scene made more prisoners waiting to be tortured around him wail in despair.

"Oh my God! Even Batman is going to die here?"

"We are hopeless."

Maybe there were still some men who were resisting a moment ago, but now they all gave up struggling, like lambs to be slaughtered.

Bruce yelled, "Bane! What on earth do you want to do?"

"Nothing, just want to bring pain to this hypocritical and selfish world. Enjoy your last moments slowly, Batman - Mr. Bruce Wayne!" Bane waved his hand domineeringly, and then handed this hellhole over to his gangsters, and even took away three confidants.

Logically speaking, such a Batman should be dead.

Under the blood pool that no one noticed, Bruce used the lubrication brought by the blood to quietly break free from the tendons tied to his arms, and then did a very painful move - he actually dislocated his left thumb.

Unless they are very professional interrogators, few people will have the teeth of the handcuffs deeply stuck on the prisoner's wrist, which gave Bruce a chance to break free from the handcuffs.

It took him almost two minutes to break free from the handcuffs.

Of course, in the eyes of the prisoners guarding him, he was no different from other prisoners struggling to death.

Not only did Bruce break free from the handcuffs, he also clearly felt that the perception of his lower body was recovering.

It's so magical!

Although everyone says Batman is just an ordinary person, don't forget that in history he was the man who fought against Superman and survived.

Even in the mortal realm, his physical fitness is unique.

He silently told himself: Bruce! You only have one chance!

He was not anxious at all, and he bent back his dislocated fingers, letting the "blood level" of the terrifying blood pool rise fully and soak his neck.

As the ceremony progressed, he clearly felt that the gangsters' nerves began to relax.

There was a TV in this blood type hall, which played Bane's [Public Trial] at the City Hall. He was executing those rich people again.

"The rich are the cancer of the world! Every rich person has original sin! They should all be executed! Yes - including Iron Man!" Bane waved the remote control in his hand like a show off.

Such a big thing must have even alarmed Iron Man. In fact, Tony Stark came back on the first day of the accident. It's just that the big nuclear fusion baby makes even Iron Man afraid of him.

If one thing goes wrong, not only the 12 million people in Gotham will die, but New York next door will also suffer the same fate.

Obviously, Bain is using this arrogant way to divert outsiders' attention.

Bruce watched the TV attentively. In the private courtroom, the names of the rich people who were executed were hung.

He looked around carefully, and suddenly felt a little lucky that his hateful illegitimate son's name was not on it.

In this case, he was about to take action.

Like a cheetah about to hunt, Bruce closed his eyes seemingly giving up, but in fact he half-squinted his eyes and observed the position guarded by the gangsters with his peripheral vision.

"Ah!" Just in time, another victim was killed, and his scream attracted the attention of most of the gangsters.

Bruce jumped up.

This scene looks outrageous!

A moment ago, he looked like a dying man.

In the last moment, he turned into a cluster of agile blood shadows and started running in a circle around the smooth wall of the blood pool.

In just a blink of an eye, he had reached the edge of the pool.

With a swift over-the-shoulder throw, a gun-wielding gangster was thrown into the pool of blood with his backhand. And because there were screams and wails of victims everywhere, the guard was knocked down without being noticed by other gangsters immediately.

It wasn't until Bruce knocked down the fifth gangster in one go that one gangster fired a round of rifle bullets with his AK.

"Da da da!" The intensive gunshots finally alerted all the gangsters.

At this time, Bruce had descended from the mountain like a tiger and pounced on him.

The limits of human beings are very mysterious. Bruce Lee can kick 1,680 pounds with one kick and can kick six times in one second.

Batman is not that outrageous, but when he maximizes his attack speed and mobility, he is still unnaturally powerful.

Unfortunately, something happened when he knocked down the fifth gangster.

"Boom!"

The earth is shaking.

The only thing Bruce didn't expect was that there were two blood pools, and the one he escaped from was the smaller one. The entire slaughterhouse is a larger blood pool.

A gangster pulled the mechanism, and the floor beneath Bruce and the gang suddenly deformed and turned into a large hole with a diameter of forty meters and completely vertical to the ground.

Bruce, who is inside it, doesn't have any equipment at the moment and can't fly even if he wants to!

At the moment Bruce's body fell sharply, an iron chain flew from nowhere above his head, and he instinctively grabbed it.

However, when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the person holding the chain was a face that was familiar to him - Ange's face!

Bruce's mind went blank on the spot: "Why are you here!?"

"Why I am here is not important. What is important is that you want me to save you. You know what you should shout!" Ange's face was full of a bad smile.

The screams of the gangsters and victims were all in his ears, and Bruce could already hear the sound of the gun being pulled. If he didn't get up, he would be the most miserable living target hanging in the air.

Maybe he could die heroically like this, but if Bane doesn't kneel down and save 12 million Gothamites from the fire, how can Bruce swallow this breath.

There were hundreds of thoughts and thousands of words in my mind, and they finally came together into one sentence:

"Finance owner...Dad!"

"good!"

The next moment, Bruce felt like he was flying up in the clouds.

After taking a few deep breaths and looking around, Bruce discovered that this was a secret passage on the upper floor.

After escaping from the tiger's mouth, he was still in shock. Originally, everything was developing for the better.

Just a word from someone made Bruce's fists harden again in an instant.

"Dear father, originally I just wanted you to call me 'son', but since you are so polite, I reluctantly accepted the call 'finance daddy'."

"..."