Chapter 10 One Minute

"You said you found Batman in this ordinary van on the side of the road?"

"Well, that's right."

"And you thought he was fake, so you tried to rob him, and then Batman's hand turned into a wheel and knocked you out?"

"That's true."

"Ha!"

"Cousin, I know this is ridiculous, but..."

"Shut up! I think you've gone crazy from being addicted to fans. If there really is a Batman in this, I'll eat this crowbar right there and then!"

"Don't go, cousin! There really is a Batman in there!"

Knock knock knock!

The gangster's cousin knocked on the door three times before it was pushed open.

The gangster saw Batman get out of the car, locked the door, and then it turned into a weird Bat SUV, the tires turned, and it disappeared in an instant.

A gust of wind blew by, leaving only the gangster and his friends in the wind.

After a long time, one of them finally murmured like a dream:

"Wardfake! The ghost of Jesus Christ! For so many years, I always thought that Batman was 'sitting' in the Batmobile, but I never expected that Batman 'is' the Batmobile!"

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No matter from the front or the side, the temperament of the tattooed man has reached its peak.

Sexy tattoos, confident eyes, all show the breath of "The Master".

Death Shooter was a little suspicious of him. Did he make a mistake?

But no matter how you look at it, his steps are loose and his movements are superficial. Although he has well-developed muscles, he looks simple-minded, and even less intimidating than the previous Slipknot.

Frankly speaking, Death Shooter thinks he is not even as good as the captain of the javelin team. At least the other party is an Olympic-level athlete who has won the javelin throwing championship for many times.

Is a guy like this really hidden?

The tattooed man took off his shirt, revealing a mess of tattoos, all kinds of things.

At this moment, he looked like a gangster at the bottom of the gang, but the tattoo on his back that was wriggling like a living thing could no longer be ignored.

Bane stopped his hand. He casually threw the dead dog-like Killer Croc aside and tensed his muscles.

The Cheshire Cat is back. Due to her good force-relieving posture and body flexibility, she was not fatally injured, but just a little dusty.

She squatted on the ground, trying to recover her strength as quickly as possible.

Gurgle g ... This is a real Bengal tiger, with colorful fur and terrifying fangs. This is simply a scene from a fantasy novel!

Bane took a defensive posture.

The tiger rushed towards Bane!

The tiger jumped up and pounced!

The tiger opened his fanged mouth!

With a snap, Bane slid and the tiger flew out like a teacup dog that was kicked.

Uh...

Ah, it doesn't matter. The tattooed man conjured up another mammoth! So powerful!

With a bang, the mammoth weighing several tons was overturned by Bane, and his skull was dented by several consecutive punches.

The tattooed man conjured up a group of wolves!

All destroyed.

The tattooed man conjured up a chimpanzee!

The same end as Slipknot.

The tattooed man changed again...

"Damn it, I'm going to use my ultimate move!"

The tattooed man looked grim, and he turned back to the Death Shooter and said, "Please buy me some time."

The Death Shooter immediately agreed. Although the things the tattooed man turned out were basically not helpful to the situation, the other party's identity as a superpower gave the Death Shooter confidence.

"I can probably delay this big monster for 30 seconds," the Cheshire Cat said, her cold voice shining on the battlefield like a ray of moonlight: "As long as I don't confront him head-on."

The Death Shooter said beside him: "And if I interfere, this time can be increased to at least one minute."

"And I only need 20 seconds." The tattooed man trembled, and the Death Shooter saw a Western dragon tattoo twisting and struggling to get out of his chest.

This couldn't help but give the Death Shooter a lot of confidence.

Boom!

Bane punched the ground, and the reinforced concrete floor exploded like a spider web. The Cheshire Cat dodged with a move that would make an Olympian gymnast feel ashamed. The gravel splashed on her body, scaring her to death.

"Cheshire Cat, can your jellyfish toxin work on it?" Hearing the employer's question in the headset, Cheshire Cat wrinkled her nose inexplicably, although her nose and face were hidden under the mask and no one knew.

She said sullenly: "I don't have any jellyfish toxin. And the element of poison doesn't go with cats at all."

"Huh?"

Chen Tao was stunned. In his impression, jellyfish toxin should be the most iconic feature of Cheshire Cat.

But he soon didn't dare to talk nonsense to Cheshire Cat, because Bane had already rushed towards the tattooed man.

"Fire!"

Death Shooter rolled and crawled, constantly trying to interfere with Bane: "Fuck, I knew this money is not so easy to make!"

He shouted loudly: "Where is the ventriloquist? Damn old thing, where are you hiding again? Come out and fight together!"

Bane was irritated by the bullets that kept hitting his eyes. As soon as the Death Shooter looked up, he saw the wreckage of a car spinning and cutting towards him like a flying card. He screamed and turned around and ran.

Finally! The tattooed man finished charging!

A Western dragon rushed out of his chest!

God, this is a completely fantasy creature. It has black scales, ugly wings, and can spit fire from its mouth. The Death Shooter was moved to tears. Finally, there is a-

Wait, but why is this dragon only the size of a dog?

"Woof!"

As soon as the dragon came out, it squatted on the spot, snorted, and stuck out its tongue like a dog, making a snorting sound.

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"Asshole, are you kidding???"

"I, I don't know what's going on..." The tattooed man was sweating profusely: "This is also the first time I have tattooed this kind of fantasy..."

The next second, the fire-breathing dragon was trampled into a meat paste by Bane.

"It's over."

Deadshot's heart sank, and he turned around and left without hesitation. There was no possibility of victory.

His peripheral vision swept over the battlefield. The tattooed man was hit hard by Bane's punch. His hands and feet were twisted like a rag doll. He was basically finished.

Killer Croc was covered in blood and lay there like a dead dog. He couldn't be saved. Goodbye.

Cheshire Cat jumped left and right like a monkey, avoiding Bane's fist. It was a matter of seconds before he died suddenly.

"Deadshot, you have to save your teammates. Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc will soon lose their ability to resist. You must..."

Deadshot said nothing. He threw two submachine guns and rocket launchers and his backpack of shells and weapons on the ground to make it easier for him to escape faster.

He knew very well that if he ran like this, Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc would definitely die. The entire newly formed Suicide Squad would be almost wiped out here. This was definitely not a result that the people behind the scenes could accept.

If he flees from the battlefield, he may be retaliated, his reputation may be damaged, and there may be all kinds of serious consequences and troubles, but no matter what... it is better than dying on the spot!

"Hold on a little longer!"

Death Shooter heard the sound of wind whirring in the headset, as if the other party was riding on some high-speed moving vehicle.

"Hold on for another minute, and in a minute... there will be reinforcements!"

Hearing the other party say such ridiculous words, Death Shooter laughed in anger.

"Bullshit!" He didn't even realize that his voice was shaking.

He looked at the muscle freak who threw the car wreckage like a toy:

"What kind of reinforcements can deal with such a monster? Who else in Gotham City can deal with such a monster?"

"Batman?"