The blade of the knife was close to his face, and even the tip of his nose could feel the biting coldness. Coupled with Russell's deliberate release of murderous intent, if it were an ordinary person, the two would already be fighting at this moment.
Even most superheroes would lose their ability to think in a short time when faced with the cold blue eyes under Russell's visor.
But Batman didn't care. He looked directly into Russell's eyes, his invincible and unyielding will remained motionless, and he silently touched the button on the arm guard.
Yes, he still has a trump card!
Russell had already been extremely cautious. When he caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, an electric current aroused in his palm and spread to Batman in the blink of an eye.
Crackling!
The Batsuit has no insulating function, but the soft armor lining does. The current is isolated by the soft armor. Batman successfully triggers the mechanism, and the pointed ears on the helmet spray out nerve gas.
"..."
To be honest, Russell was a little fed up. In front of Batman, he showed his amazing lung capacity, took a deep breath, and sucked all the poisonous gas into his body.
“Just the right amount of sweetness, but I hate sweets!”
As Russell spoke, the Adamantium knife cut off Batman's arm guards and his golden belt that looked like a treasure chest.
This alone was not safe. Russell threw Batman into the air, raised his knife and swung his sword energy continuously, cutting the Bat suit into pieces on the ground, revealing Batman's strong body full of scars, leaving only
Got a bat helmet and a...
Pink bottoming, boxer briefs decorated with red strawberries!
Russell:(._.)
"..."x2
You are so naughty!
Russell didn't speak, but Batman could feel the deep contempt in his eyes, and said calmly: "It's just fancy underwear, every man has a pair in his wardrobe."
Strawberry boxer briefs are so different from the persona of Batman and the Dark Knight. Wearing these briefs when going out, even if you cover them up tightly, is a bit hard to explain.
But Batman can really come up with a well-founded reason. These pants are equipment. He uses them to deceive little girls when he plays the role of a brainless rich second generation during the day.
Emphasis is placed on Bruce Wayne’s distinct personality as a playboy and a coward.
To put it simply, people are stupid and have too much money, so come quickly!
After getting off the day shift at the company, Batman was in a hurry to catch up with the night shift. Batman didn't have time to change his pants, and he didn't think that anyone could beat him until he was naked, which led to this misunderstanding.
Russell didn't say anything. Everyone has their own hobbies. Just because Batman is a hero who walks in the dark, he cannot be allowed to have his own favorite dressing style.
"That's fine, this kind of photo is precious!"
Russell said, took out the camera from behind his butt, blocked Batman in the corner, and pressed the shutter button continuously.
Batman naturally refused, and after being shocked twice by Russell, he completely gave up resistance.
After the photo was taken, Russell looked at it for a while and sneered: "Senior, you have maintained a good figure. You will work harder in the future. Without further ado, take off your helmet now."
Batman frowned slightly and glanced at the Batmobile aside, calculating the possibility of successful escape.
Snapped!
With quick eyes and quick hands, Russell grabbed the bat helmet, ignored the tear gas and electric sparks released by the helmet, and took it off forcefully.
Batman lost his helmet and revealed his true face in front of Russell, which was...
There is no need to describe a man's face too much, it is meaningless, as long as you know it is not ugly.
Russell's acting skills were on the line. He was stunned for a moment and said in surprise for a while: "Wow, look at the face of this talented person. Isn't this Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham?"
Bruce Wayne's face is expressionless, and his expression has no fluctuation, making it difficult for people to guess his true inner thoughts.
"Old senior, I have no intention of going against you. It was you who asked me to take off my mask first, and that's why I did it..." Russell held the camera and changed the angle to shoot continuously, from far to close, ensuring that Bruce and him
The pants are in the same frame, and the close-up of the face is indispensable.
Click! Click!
"In short, it's your fault. I belong to the newcomers and resisted angrily after being oppressed. I am a victim!"
Click! Click!
"Senior, can you smile? With a cold face, I feel like you are intimidating me!"
Click! Click!
"I'm a timid person. I'll swing a knife every time I'm scared. It would be so embarrassing if I accidentally cut off your beloved pants, senior, leaving you bare buttocks."
Click! Click!
"That's it for today. Senior, your smile was very bright in the last few shots. Don't worry, I'm famous for being tight-lipped. What happened today will not be spread to anyone."
Russell put away the camera with satisfaction, and suddenly said sadly: "But my thruster was damaged by you, and the repair fee... you see... this, this... I feel embarrassed to say it out loud."
Bruce pushed Russell away expressionlessly, walked to the Batmobile, opened the door and took out the spare belt.
"Senior, forget about the belt. You can keep it. I'll go to your house for tea one day when I'm free!" Russell felt a little guilty and trotted into the dark alley.
"Bad day……"
After Russell disappeared, Bruce's tense face relaxed, he got into the Batmobile speechlessly and turned on the microcomputer.
On the screen was a miniature map of Gotham City, with a small red dot gradually moving away from the Batmobile.
On the other side, Russell quickly shuttled on the top of the tall building, using his amazing jumping power to move towards the unfinished building. Suddenly, he braked to a sudden stop.
His powerful predictive ability allowed him to sense a malicious sight.
Crackling!
Flickering arcs of electricity appeared on the surface of the body, and Russell heard a slight explosion on the back of his head. He raised his hand and touched it, and there was a micro locator in his hand.
"Tsk, this level of tracking is too backward, and Batman is nothing more than that."
Russell threw away the locator and continued to move forward quickly. He stopped again half a minute later. The feeling of being watched was still there.
"..."
An electric arc erupted from his body again. He checked inside and out and found that there were indeed no Batman props on his body.
At this time, he seemed to have thought of something, cursed his ability, raised his head to the sky, raised his middle finger, and then jumped off the building.
Take the sewer route tonight instead!
…
On the Batmobile, Bruce looked at the frozen middle finger on the screen, closed the computer in disappointment, and drove back home.
Wayne Manor!
An ordinary manor with no characteristics, so ordinary that it is obvious to everyone!
The Batmobile passed through a long man-made cave passage and finally stopped deep in a naturally formed cave. Bruce, who looked unhappy, jumped out of the car and bumped into his butler Alfred.
Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of the Wayne family, single-handedly raised Bruce after his parents died.
It's Bruce, the person Batman trusts most!
"surprise!"
Alfred, who had been waiting for a long time, couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene, and joked: "Master Bruce, what did Batman encounter today, was it a robbery?"
"almost……"
Bruce didn't want to say anything more on this topic, so he took the shirt and pants that were handed to him, put them on, and went to the computer switchboard to receive the data from the Batmobile and continue to search for Russell's identity.
On the other side, Alfred watched the battle between Batman and Deathstroke and commented: "Master, you are powerless to fight back in front of the opponent. With all due respect, your Bat suit should be upgraded."
"Yes, I think so too."
Bruce glanced at the computer screen. The screen was split to the left and right. On the left was the image of Deathstroke 'Russell', and on the right were the files of all the men of appropriate age in Gotham. The screen kept jumping, comparing and filtering frame by frame.
"Afu, I need to buy a batch of new materials in case this new 'hero' has evil intentions." Bruce looked disgusted. Regardless of whether Russell had evil intentions or not, he would personally go there and destroy all the photos.
"Master, do you have another plan?"
"Yes."
Bruce said, tapping the keyboard with both hands quickly, and typed out three pages full of paper, all of which were the materials he needed.
"Wow, it seems that this death knell really pissed you off." Alfred glanced at the lines and nodded: "There is no problem with the purchase of materials. All preparations can be completed the day after tomorrow without anyone noticing.
"
"Can't it be faster?"
"In that case, the budget will be doubled."
"Ten times, I'm going to see all the materials here this afternoon." Faced with an unprecedented and bizarre defeat, Batman Bruce Wayne used his money power.
"OK!"
Didi didi!!
At this moment, the computer prompted that the data comparison was over, and they searched Gotham City to find the person who was most similar to Deathstroke.
"The similarity is 99%. There is only a slight error in height..." Alfred looked at the display screen, shook his head and said with a smile: "In the image recorded by the Bat helmet, Deathstroke is 1.85 meters tall, but our Mr. Russell is only 1.85 meters tall."
Mi 79, it looks like he uses thick-soled boots.”
"..."
Bruce didn't speak. He stared blankly at the two portraits on the screen, overlapping them with his fingertips. All the information was consistent.
"Strange, how could it be him?"
Bruce felt unbelievable for a while. He knew Russell, a gangster at the party, a pampered rich second generation.
Speaking of which, the two of them have a lot in common. They both inherited the family property after their parents died, spoke generously and wanted to do something big.
The difference is that Bruce is just talking, pretending to be a playboy during the day and going out to enforce justice at night.
Russell, on the other hand, was very serious, but he had the will but not the strength. He lost all his family property through hard work, and then lost his character and became a wild dog living on the streets.
"Afu, check his information."
"Master, the information is in my head. As far as I know, he borrowed 50 million US dollars from you and has not paid back a penny."
Bruce was stunned: "How come I didn't know about this?"
"It's only 50 million US dollars. It's normal for you to forget."
"Well! So what has he been doing recently?"
"Recently..."
Alfred pulled up the file and asked Bruce to read it himself. The more the latter looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. Everything changed after Russell returned from his trip to Los Angeles.
"Afu, do you still have the $50 million IOU?"
"Yes, the loan contract has always been retained."