Bruce was awakened by the chaos and noise. He heard the footsteps of armed men rushing in, just like the chaotic footsteps of gangs fighting outside the window during the many nights he spent in Gotham's East Side.
Suddenly, the damp musty smell in the cramped room and the atmosphere when the moonlight and night breeze fluttered the curtains as usual came back.
Bruce woke up with a start. He heard someone yelling and cursing, probably Amanda. She led people to arrest Bane and put him in a harsh sensory deprivation cell.
Bruce couldn't make an accurate judgment because the drug-like hallucination had not gone away. He had cleaned up less than one-tenth of the large pile of redundant code he had created. Perhaps for a long time in the future,
He will always be accompanied by hallucinations.
But Bruce felt it was worth it, because he had just figured out one thing - the key to how Schiller manipulated him.
But first, he had to find Bane.
It was not that Bruce didn't hear what Bain said to him at all. It was just that he was busy typing code at that time and had no time to reply. However, all the words were truthfully recorded. When he withdrew from the bottom of his mental space,
He began to ponder the information in detail.
The most eye-catching thing is not what Bane told about his life experience. Bruce had already guessed some of it. What really interested Bruce was what Bane told him about his actions before killing him.
The day after Bane was taken to the sensory deprivation cell, he heard Bruce's voice outside his door.
"Hello, Bane."
Bain believed that he had good emotional control. Years of torture had made him as cold as a piece of iron. But when Bruce's brisk tone appeared outside the door, his arm muscles still tightened unconsciously.
The anger made him eager to tear something apart.
"I won't say anything, this is my reward for you." Bain said.
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask. You said before that if you wanted to kill me, you would break my spine. Do you do this very often?"
Bane was silent. He felt that Batman must have a mental illness, but unfortunately he did not have as much knowledge in psychiatry as he did in surgery, which made him feel that he could only read as much as he could.
"Look, based on this, I'd venture to infer that you probably have some knowledge of surgery and are much better at it than the doctors who stick tubes into your brain, because the spine is the most delicate part of the human body.
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"I only agree with your last sentence." There was still anger hidden in Bain's voice: "So when you demolish it, it is like destroying a beautiful piece of art."
"Don't make these cliché metaphors. I just want to know how much you know about the human spine?"
"More than you think, boy."
"Very good." Bruce stretched out his hand and patted the door and said: "Now I will rescue you, and then I will take you to a laboratory. There will be a hospital bed and all the equipment for operating, which is definitely better than what you have ever seen.
All the equipment is advanced because I participated in the design and layout of this laboratory."
"There is a special container in this laboratory, which contains a nanocontrol device, which is installed on the human spine. It can completely control human actions through some principles that you will not understand even if I tell you.
I need you to put them on my spine."
Bain was completely silent.
"Do you really know what you are talking about?" Bain said after a while. His tone revealed doubts that he had never experienced before. He was silent for a while, and then he asked hesitantly: "
Are you crazy?"
"I am."
Bain felt that silence was no longer suitable to express his current feelings. He seemed to adjust his posture and said: "If I heard correctly, you are planning to let someone who just framed you into a special detention cell and kills people without blinking an eye. Before
The mercenary who just said he wanted to kill you, perform a surgical operation on you, and let him do whatever he wants with a sharp knife on the most delicate bone part of your body?"
"I don't know how to use anesthesia."
"You are indeed crazy."
"Are you going to do it or not?"
"No, why should I do this?" Bain refused. He took a few breaths and cursed in an almost inaudible voice: "Damn it, no wonder Deathstroke told me that Gotham is full of lunatics!"
"Don't you want to know how I transformed Gotham? You do the surgery for me, and I'll tell you."
"Childish deception."
"Then do you want to do it?"
"Plus how you beat loneliness."
"I can't guarantee this. I rarely feel lonely at any time. In my opinion, it is not something that needs to be overcome."
"Why?" Bain's tone was filled with doubts.
"I've been busier than you think since I went to college, but I don't really want to talk about this part now. Let me ask you one last time, do you want to do it?"
"make a deal."
About half an hour later, the two came to a laboratory. Bain looked at the situation here, and finally laid his eyes on Bruce's face, and asked: "When are you going to take off this ridiculous bandage?"
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"Why should I take it off?"
"Do you think it's still necessary to pretend now?"
"I'm not pretending." Bruce said as he slowly began to remove the bandage from his neck.
When he saw Bruce's face, Bain's eyes shrank suddenly, and he called out his name: "Bruce Wayne?"
This is not because he doesn't know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. In fact, Bane already knew it during the investigation. He called Bruce's name because he was not sure that the person opposite was Bruce.
There are three long scars across Bruce's face. One goes from his forehead through the end of his eyebrow arch to his temples, one cuts open his nose and takes up half of his cheek, and another cuts from the left corner of his mouth to his neck.
From all angles, it's very hideous and frightening.
"Before going to jail, Amanda will definitely check my injuries. It is useless to use dye or makeup technology to disguise it, but my soul strength has increased a long time ago, so my self-healing ability is stronger than ordinary people. It may take a few months.
It will heal, but it won’t leave any scars.”
Bruce rarely explained in detail, but it was not for the purpose of explaining. Then he emphasized: "So, you don't have to worry about your surgical skills. Normally I won't die."
Bain stood silently, looking at Bruce's face and said: "I want to ask a question you once asked me - what is your home like?"
"It's a manor... let's get started."
Bruce took off his shirt, lay on the experimental table in the center, pointed to the cabinet next to him and said, "The tools are all there. All you have to do is cut open my back and let out at least three-quarters of it."
The spine is completely exposed, and then the can of stuff is poured directly on top."
"The only difficulty is not to damage the surrounding nerves, otherwise it will cause poor contact."
"You should know that I have a chance of breaking your spine, right?"
"If you want, you can do that, because when the nanocontroller is connected, whether the spine is broken or not does not affect its use."
"madman."
Bain went to get the tools, and Bruce always felt as if he had missed something while lying on the bed. Normally, he wouldn't have such worries, because his mind was very clear at that time.
But now, even lying under the shadowless lamp, the details of everything he sees are full of whirlpools. Beauty and joy have replaced reason and calmness. He is no different from a drug addict, so it is difficult to guarantee whether he has forgotten something.
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When Bain stood next to him, almost all the lights were blocked. His hand holding the scalpel did not hesitate and slashed directly towards Bruce's back without cutting it open.
Bain's eyes widened slightly, he pressed harder, then stared at Bruce's back in confusion, and said, "What do you have on you?"
"have what?"
"An invisible layer of fabric is very tough. The scalpel has been well maintained, but I didn't feel any damage."
Bruce suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something. In order to prevent him from being hurt, Diana, Clark, Hal, Oliver and others forcibly put an artifact-like suit on him.
"Wait a minute." Bruce tried to concentrate and gave orders to this piece of clothing that contained divine power. His friends had said before that the clothes could be taken off in this way. After all, this was a protective measure, not handcuffs. Bruce should have
The freedom to deal with it.
Thanks to their understanding, Bruce quickly had the back part of his clothes disappear.
Bain made the first incision, and then, with superb techniques, he almost cut out Bruce's entire spine.
Bain brought the jar and stared at Bruce's spine for a long time. When he unscrewed the cap, Bruce said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to try it?"
"try what?"
"Break my spine."
Bain took a deep breath and glanced at the jar. The nano-liquid surging inside was like silver waves. He pressed one hand on the lid of the jar, turned his head and looked into Bruce's slightly distracted eyes and said.
"I am not an educator, but at least I have lived longer than you. Out of admiration for your willpower, I must remind you, boy, that this self-destructive tendency is extremely dangerous. You should see a psychiatrist.
"
"I've seen it, there's no big problem."
Bain was speechless. As he opened the jar and poured the stuff in, he said, "I hope you're not seeing a psychiatrist in Gotham."
In the laboratory of Gotham University, Victor held his wife's waist, pressed the injury on his face, and took a breath of cold air. Schiller threw the replaced bandage into the trash can and said: "
You should know that I have no surgical experience, right?"
"Thank you, I just found out."
Nora smiled, looked at Schiller with slightly curved eyes and said: "You may want to ask why I am not the one to do the dressing change. The fact is, I am worse than if I have no surgical experience."
"Yes, you have a veterinary certificate."
"Don't say that, honey, I'm much gentler to furry little guys than I am to humans."
Nora's smile always had a coldness. It wasn't that she was in a bad mood, it was just her temperament. Schiller had no doubt that Nora was like a gentle and virtuous wife only when she was lying in the cryocontainer.
Time may be more Mr. Freeze than Victor.
Suddenly, Nora's smile stiffened, and that coldness flew to her brows. She looked at Victor and said, "Someone moved the remaining nanocontrollers, and I felt a weak connection signal."
Victor immediately looked at Schiller, who frowned. Victor, who was familiar with Schiller, knew very well that something must have exceeded his expectations.
Nora raised her voice and said: "Someone is going to implant the remaining nanocontrollers into other people's bodies, and they are doing it... It's too late, the neural access is completed!"
Schiller disappeared in front of the two people in an instant.
In the space base, Diana was holding her cheek with her hands, looking through the information in front of her with some boredom. The next second, she raised her head.
The sound of the coffee cup tipping over from her hand and falling to the ground attracted Hal and Clark, who both turned to look at Diana.
Diana opened her eyes wide at first, then frowned and said, "The divine power on Bruce's armor told me that he is injured and is somewhere on the earth. Get over there quickly!"
After a few people hurriedly flew over their destination, they only saw that the Florence Prison, located on the desolate land, was covered in fog.