20 seconds is not enough time to pee. Even if Russell flies into the sky with a dirty bomb, he cannot stop Gotham from being destroyed by the spread of radioactive material.
After Bruce cursed, he did not continue to blame Russell. Time was running out and he wanted to do something more meaningful.
I saw Bruce opening the hidden buckle of his universal belt and taking out two pieces of chocolate from the secret compartment. One was a disguised irritating gas bottle that could wake people up from the powerful coma gas, and the other was really just chocolate.
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After tearing off the disguise, Bruce put the medicine bottle under Miranda's nose, and the latter woke up leisurely: "Bruce, you...where am I?"
Bruce grabbed Miranda's shoulders and said affectionately: "Stop talking and kiss me!"
Miranda didn't know what happened yet, so she instinctively closed her eyes when she heard this and raised her head slightly.
Just as they were about to kiss each other, Russell made a move and squeezed Bruce away: "Get out of the way, let me do it."
"Asshole, what did you say?"
Bruce was furious, how could he let someone else do such a thing for him? The next second, his eyes were dazzled, and he saw Russell taking out an Adamantium alloy knife from behind his butt, and pointing the knife at Miranda.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The swords, lights, and shadows overlapped one after another, as fast as lightning, and weaved into a web. Miranda felt a cold air hit her face, and she thought she was going to die.
Russell quickly cut off the iron hoop that imprisoned Miranda, grabbed her by the shoulders, and threw her into Bruce's arms. Under the astonished gazes of the two of them, he waved to open a door made of bones.
Bang!
Russell shouted low, kicked up the dirty bomb, and then used the fastest speed to close the door together.
"Finally done..."
Russell wiped away the non-existent cold sweat on his head. Seeing Bruce and Miranda looking directly at him, he shrugged and said, "What's wrong? Do you want me to give you some space to be alone?"
Bruce frowned when he heard this, let go of Miranda in his arms, and asked doubtfully: "Russell, where is that?"
"hell!"
Russell sighed: "Some time ago, I beat up the son of hell, and then I was targeted by Satan. This door is the privilege he gave me."
"Satan!!??"
This name deeply surprised Bruce. He roughly understood the whole story of the Los Angeles incident and did not question Russell's lies. He cautiously said: "Satan, why is he... targeting you?"
"It's really unlucky to say that..."
Russell said without any pretense: "Satan saw that I have extraordinary qualifications and am qualified... Bah, I don't know what kind of tricks Satan has, and he insists on letting me be his son, who will succeed him in the future and become the next 'Satan'!"
"Bruce, you know that I am a superhero who walks under the sun and fights for love and peace. I am full of positive energy, right?"
"..."
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."
"No, I think..."
"Bruce, don't interrupt me."
Russell continued: "Ask me to be a son of hell and take over from 'Satan'! How is this possible? My bones have turned to ashes and he hasn't even woken up yet, so I rejected this unreasonable request on the spot and
Tell him righteously that I am a good person!"
Bruce: "..."
Sha Diao, you told the truth!
"Satan didn't give up and opened a back door for me, allowing me to travel freely between the world and hell. When I figure it out one day, I will be his successor..."
"Then when will you figure it out?"
Bruce blurted out. After saying it, he felt it was a bit inappropriate. He coughed slightly and changed his words: "I mean, hell is indeed a mess, but if you just throw the dirty bomb over, won't it cause any disputes?"
Russell shrugged: "What does it matter? There are no living people there anyway."
"Satan wouldn't have a problem?"
"Uh, probably not..."
"Yes! And I have a great opinion!"
The door to hell was opened again, and Satan in a white suit walked out of the door, holding a fishing rod in his hand.
Why is there a fishing rod?
Russell was puzzled. Seeing Satan's unhappy expression, he hurriedly waved and greeted politely: "Dear Lord of Hell, what kind of wind brought you here?"
"A wind called nuclear radiation also carries strong radioactive material!"
Satan threw the fishing rod on the ground and grabbed Russell's collar: "Boy, I was fishing in the garden, and you suddenly threw a nuclear bomb in, and all the fish in the pond floated up, and I couldn't catch anything!
"
"Is there a fish pond in hell?" Russell was shocked. The temperature in this hellish place was frighteningly high. It was unbelievable that there were fish ponds in hell.
"It is precisely because of this that this fish pond is very precious!"
"Well, I have a friend who is super rich."
"Idiot, what do I want with human money?"
What about the kind that can be burned?
Russell secretly cursed, but after all, he still didn't dare to speak out.
Satan sneered twice and moved closer to Russell: "The souls you threw in before were very good. If you add nine more, forget about it."
Russell broke away from Satan's hand and said speechlessly: "Tell me the truth, you made up the fish pond thing, right?"
"How is it possible? God knows. I never lie. If you don't believe me, you can ask."
As Satan was talking, he suddenly sensed an interesting soul next to him. He turned his head slightly and saw Bruce, and immediately showed an interested smile: "Bruce Wayne, I have been following you for a while. How do you like it?
Are you going to be my son and inherit the position of Lord of Hell in the future?"
Russell: "..."
Bruce and Miranda were both stunned. They looked at Russell in a different way. They admitted that Russell had not bragged before and that the Son of Hell was indeed a thing, but Russell did not say that anyone could be a Son of Hell!
It turned out to be a worthless bargain!
Satan and Batman nodded and smiled. They felt that he was not as interesting as Russell, and they were a little disappointed. They turned around and entered the gate of hell. Before leaving, they warned: "Remember, don't throw in any more strange things. High-quality souls will be there."
Never mind."
The gates of hell slowly merged, and after Satan left, there was a moment of silence in the conference room, with the three of them each having their own thoughts.
Russell looked confused. If he had known that the Son of Hell was on the streets and that Satan would recognize his son whenever he met anyone, he wouldn't have shown it off.
At the same time, I made up my mind that the next time I encounter an ugly soul, I will throw it into hell, including my body.
Bruce was silent for a moment, after digesting the crazy and weird experience, he walked to the clown, took out the special handcuffs from his universal belt, and fixed it in place.
Miranda swayed forward, hooked Bruce's neck, and stood on tiptoes to give her a passionate kiss. Unexpectedly, Bruce pushed her away ruthlessly.
Russell's eyes lit up and he hurriedly found a chair to sit down, looking forward to the next development of the plot.
"Bruce Wayne!?"
When she was rejected, Miranda looked ugly and gritted her teeth as she read out the scumbag's name.
Bruce looked at Miranda coldly: "Go away, never come back to Gotham again!"
The question is that they have loved each other, but their positions are different. Even if they love each other, they cannot come together.
In fact, Bruce committed a crime by letting Miranda leave. What the latter did should be shot a hundred times.
But who makes him the master? Every time he accidentally lets the beautiful criminal escape.
"Bruce... no, Batman, you will regret it!"
Miranda took a deep look at Bruce, engraved this face in her heart, turned around and walked out of the conference room, and soon disappeared without a trace.
In this dirty bomb incident, Miranda rarely appeared, but she was the biggest helper for Bane's almost success. Because of her beauty trap, Bruce was defeated by Bane and broke his spine.
Miranda has both love and hatred for Bruce, or rather Batman, and she can't even tell which emotion has a greater proportion.
Before dying, Bruce wanted to kiss Miranda passionately, which made Miranda happy and her hatred disappeared instantly.
However, after the crisis was over, Bruce suppressed his feelings, turned against her, and drove her away from Gotham. Once again, her love turned to hatred, and she vowed to make Bruce regret it.
In the choice between love and Gotham, Bruce chose Gotham because heisbatman!
After leaving the municipal building, Miranda glanced back at the darkness behind her, hoping to see Bruce standing there. Even if he didn't say anything, she would stay at all costs, but there was nothing.
"Wait, ruthless guy, wait for my revenge on you and the city you love so much..."
Miranda knew that she could not defeat Batman alone, let alone the extremely powerful Russell. Destroying Gotham was purely a wishful thinking. She decided to wait until the most powerful assistant appeared.
Miranda has calculated the date. If it is correct, her assistant will be born in ten natural months.
The situation is not complicated. At first, this woman voluntarily became pregnant with Bruce's flesh and blood because she realized that Bruce's heart belonged to Gotham, not her.
Therefore, after experiencing emotional torture, she chose to join forces with Bane to kill Bruce, destroy Gotham City, and take Bruce's children away, never to be separated again...
Now the situation has changed, Bruce once again protected Gotham, Miranda's plan failed, she no longer needs the crystallization of love, she needs a helper that Bruce can never defeat.
All I can say is that women’s minds are too complicated!
Also, don't look at her eager to peel off Bruce's skin. As long as Bruce hooks her hand, she will run back in a hurry.
…
Russell looked at Bruce who was standing by the window and peeked, and said contemptuously: "Love Saint, if you regret it, it's still too late. Rush over, tell her not to talk, and kiss you."
"It's useless, she is very dangerous, and I can't change her!"
"Then lock her in the bat cave and tie her with chains. After more than a dozen little bats are born, her thoughts will be different..."
Russell patted Bruce on the shoulder: "If you are afraid that the butler will find out and damage your image of justice, there is no need at all. I bet he will keep it secret for you."
Bruce looked at Russell with a dark look on his face, hundreds of curse words lingering on his lips, and finally he snorted coldly, fired his grappling gun out the window, and escaped into the darkness.
"You are a timid guy, but you don't know that there will be endless troubles if you let the tiger return to the mountain. Instead of waiting for her to take revenge later, it would be better..."
Russell sneered, pressed the headset and started chatting privately with Alfred: "This is the death knell, is the butler here?"
"Mr. Deathstroke, what's wrong?"
"I think it is necessary to discuss with you regarding Bruce Wayne's lifelong happiness and the future of the Wayne family."
"Please tell me I'm happy to help you!" Alfred immediately became enthusiastic.
"Leave a secret address, one that only you know, and I'll send you there later."
After giving the address, Alfred expressed his thanks: "Mr. Deathstroke, I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the Wayne family. I will trouble you later."
"You're welcome, butler, you should have guessed that I did this to expose Bruce's hypocritical mask. To put it bluntly, I just wanted to see his joke."
"Mr. Deathstroke, I have a hard time disagreeing with this statement, but... Mr. Wayne is a bit too serious!"
"Hey hey hey..." x2
At this moment, neither of them knew that the person who was about to be sent there by Russell was not one person, but two.