In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1440: Research on Manipulation (6)

The building of the super prison in Florence presents a hollow regular hexagon as a whole. Each side of the outer side is a different type of cell, and the ventilation area is in the center of the building, which can prevent prisoners from escaping.

However, a very big problem with this type of building is daylighting. The surrounding structure of the polyhedron is destined to prevent buildings from several directions from being exposed to direct sunlight.

But fortunately, the prison does not need much good lighting, or it is Amanda's special gift to have a window in the cell of an ordinary prisoner that is only big enough to stretch his arm through. Before the Bureau compromised, all cells were fully enclosed cans.

The small window that was added later was of no use, it was just to fulfill the minimum requirements of the Bill of Rights, so the sunlight could no longer be used as a natural alarm clock. Bruce was woken up by a commotion at the end of the corridor.

He heard an extremely heavy footstep, and each step stepped on the ground as hard as if he was going to step on a pit, but soon, Bruce could tell that it was not someone stomping hard, but someone coming Man is a scary big guy.

Bruce rarely used the adjective "terrible" to describe anyone, but when he looked over the railing and saw the person outside the door, he didn't even think scary enough to describe this monster.

It’s not that Bruce has never seen a big man. His good friend Crocodile Man in the East District is a very rare big man, but the man outside the railing is a head taller than the Crocodile Man, and much wider than him. It's an exaggeration to say that this man's arms are thicker than Bruce's thighs.

Bruce knew that even if he didn't lose weight, he couldn't compete with this monster in terms of weight, but he also knew that it was impossible for ordinary humans to achieve such an arm circumference, so he must have used drugs.

Bruce looked up again, and saw that the person who came was also wearing a mask. The black and white mask covered the upper half of his face, and what was more striking was the hair-like tube behind his head and the strange hair behind his back. equipment.

Bruce narrowed his exposed one eye slightly, looking at the liquid surging in the pipe, and then he heard the prison guard calling the man's name and pushing him into the cell.

"Bane?"

Bruce sat on the bed staring at the big man and shouted, the other party ignored him, just sat on the edge of the bed, stared at him with deep eyes under the mask and remained silent.

Bruce finally ended his relaxed posture. He lifted the quilt and sat up, tensing his back muscles like a spring ready to be ejected at any time, while the other party kept looking at his neck, waist and Muscles in the legs.

"Amanda lied to me."

The big man named Bane kept staring at Bruce with that deep gaze, and after a moment of silence, he said, "She said you're just a crazy rich young man, but you're not."

"I am."

Bain's gaze remained unchanged, still staring at Bruce. It was very rare for Bruce to feel pressure from other people's eyes. The last time he felt this kind of pressure was when he was facing Schiller, and it was sick Schiller.

"You have the cold-blooded temperament of a general, have you ever fought?"

Bane asked again, his tone was not cold, it just sounded ordinary, and it didn't seem like many people deliberately lowered their tone when forcing others to answer, but it made Bruce's hair stand on end.

"That's it."

"Where is it?"

"Hell."

It seems that Bane took this answer as a cold joke that was not funny, his eyes under the mask did not blink, and Bruce asked again: "Amanda asked you to kill me?"

"No one can tell me what to do." Bane replied: "It's up to me to kill you, and it's also up to you."

The alarm bell in Bruce's heart rang even louder. Apart from being strong, the other party was also very smart, not much better than the lunatics in Gotham.

Bruce entered the state of Batman after a long absence. He took a deep breath in a subtle way, raised his heart rate, and allowed more blood to be supplied to the brain.

In an instant, space and time condensed, and the blue-eyed Bruce stood up from Bruce's body, walked to Bane, and began to observe him.

Bane's body smelled of the sea, but it wasn't the pleasant smell of the sea breeze, but a smell of sweat amplified by the humid air. It is very likely that he lived in a relatively closed environment for a long time In places with high moisture content, Bane probably lived there for more than ten years, so it has such an aura.

Gotham is a seaside city, and Bruce also lived in the slums by the sea. He is very familiar with this smell. It often appears on the coolie workers in the living **** before the transformation of Gotham's East Side.

The basements in seaside cities are relatively humid, and the groundwater veins flowing next to them are prone to seawater backflow, and the salt content is high.

But Bane's body does not show any traces of hard labor. Although his arms are muscular, his shoulders have no scars from long-term wear and tear. Well-developed, no signs of wear on the fingers, so it is not a porter, and the feet are lightly worn, and it is not an errand runner.

Bruce showed a puzzled expression. The other party was very strong, but there were almost no traces of exercise on his body, but there were many scars. Judging from his strength, he should not be bullied no matter what age he was. Unless this kind of strength is not accompanied by his life.

Reform people?

Bruce focused his eyes on the tube in the back of Bane's head again, which he had avoided looking at as much as possible, because he felt that looking at it any more would be an insult to his level of biology and chemistry knowledge.

From the insertion angle to the handling method to the technical content of those tubes, they are simply a piece of shit.

Bruce has tried his best not to judge them with his own technical level, but if you look at the modern biology and chemistry level of human beings, this thing is not only a piece of shit, but also violates all laboratories. Safety and Health Regulations.

Seeing this, Bruce couldn't bear it anymore. He gave up the follow-up observation and reasoning, looked at Bane's deep eyes with that one eye, and said with a pursed mouth.

"Don't talk about anything else, who connected the tube behind your head? Does he have a doctor's license?"

Bane didn't seem to expect him to talk about this at all, so he didn't say anything for a while, but Bruce said again.

"Did you feel that the second tube on the back of your head hurts when you turn your head to the left? That's because the doctor didn't avoid the nerve there when he cut the knife, and why did they put it in Fix a ring of metal bolts outside the interface?"

"Because the pipe needs to be fixed..."

"No, because they chose the wrong tubing material for the implant in the back of the brain, it should be a flexible tube, not a hard metal tube, and they all connected the tube to your brain, only to find out that the tube won't break , so you can only connect a circle of metal bolts and force it to come.”

Bain saw the bandaged young man opposite him take a deep breath, then pressed his chest and said, "Listen, I definitely don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but this is outrageous."

Bain narrowed his eyes slightly, he tentatively said: "I killed seven people in the original prison, so I was chosen as the experimental subject."

"No matter how much you deserve it, you can't hide the fact that their technology is no better than drilling wood to make fire."

Bane looked at Bruce silently, Bruce sighed after a long time, covered his only eye with his hand and said, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"This doesn't seem like something a kid from a rich family would understand." Bane's tone slowed down, sounding more like chatter than a threat.

Bruce tightened the muscles around the eyes and said, "Actually, you know how bad they did it?"

"Of course, fish butchers are better than them."

Bruce felt very strange, the big man on the opposite side made him feel very contradictory, he was not the kind of big dog who showed his strength all the time, and constantly radiated aggressiveness towards anyone.

When he is silent, he even has a scholarly air, as if he has done more in-depth thinking than anyone else in the first half of his life. This quiet temperament does not match his rough appearance at all, just like a head A philosopher's soul crammed into the body of a beast.

Therefore, Bruce also stared at Bane in silence~IndoMTL.com~The two of them stared at each other for a few minutes, as if they were reading each other's soul through their eyes.

"You are not a kid from a rich family, nor are you a murderer." Bain tilted his head slightly and said, "FBI agent? Police? Mad scientist?"

"You are not a murderer, who are you?"

"Just a prisoner."

The two fell silent again, and this time Bruce took the initiative to end the silence, he asked.

"What are you here for?"

"Come to kill you, originally."

"Then why did you change your mind?"

"Because you are not you."

"Then you can kill me too."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Why?"

"I will kill you when I should kill you."

Bane's answer seemed meaningless, but with his eyes, Bruce was able to read more information.

Bane must have come here to do something, there must be a chance for him to kill his cellmate, but not now, now he is waiting, waiting for a certain opportunity.

Bruce sat back a little bit, leaning his back against the wall, thinking that Bane is definitely not a good cellmate, and more importantly, he is not a good manipulative subject.

Bruce is very helpless, and even complains a little bit. This kind of mentality is not common in Batman's career.

And all his thoughts can actually be summed up as——

Why is it Sunset Overlord Shrimp again? ? ?

There are always people who say that it is bad luck to watch Batman

Is there a possibility that bats are always in bad luck?