What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 123 The question mark on the forehead
clack.

Rudy Jones rests his hand on the masonry exterior.After leaving the military base, he walked several kilometers in the wilderness to find the gas station on the asphalt road.

His skin was purple under the cover of his sleeves.

With his other hand he was holding a half-dead figure... not so much a human as a mummy.

"The gas station attendant knew Portuguese because he spent his childhood in Rio de Janeiro."

The fat man who used to love donuts thought silently.

"I can speak Portuguese now."

"I don't know if it's going to be a permanent quality or if it's going to fade like a photo that's been in the sun too long..."

"Hey, how do you say it in Portuguese?"

The parasitic demon only felt more hungry, and the chemical energy he had just absorbed was exhausted in his body.

He felt like a balloon with a hole, inhaling and leaking at the same time, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder, never reaching the reality of being full.

"The owner of the convertible was wearing expensive shoes, he was filling up at the gas station, his mind was retarded by drug addiction, and he had no characteristics worth mentioning."

He patted himself on the head, then turned back into the gas station, and stuffed the two people who had been sucked like mummified corpses into a nearby cabinet.

He heard a faint howl from the drug dealer who came to refuel. Fortunately, he didn't kill anyone.

He is not a murderer!

Then Rudy Jones stretched out his hand subconsciously, and completely took away his last bit of life before he could react.

Well, now he's a murderer.

Gan.

He leaned on the wall and left the gas station.

"Energy...new energy. My go-to remedy."

"Empty, craving, getting, all round and round. Round and round."

Rudy thought: "I think this is a good thing and a bad thing."

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

The sun shines on his face through the gaps between the buildings.Rudy looked down at the side glass, which reflected a blurred, bony figure.

His face was blurred like it was dissolving, hidden in dust and smoke, and no one remembered it.

"I... feel weird. I'm different. I absorb other people, I'm not human anymore."

"What about my job?"

"What about my attendance, bottom cut, overtime, and $100 bonus for best employee?"

"And my sister..."

Just thinking about it made Rudy Jones anxious, and when he got anxious... he wanted to eat.

"I have to find something to eat. There...there is something there, it smells really good!"

He sensed... In a roughly vague direction, there is a mass of condensed and huge energy stored in several people's bodies.

I want to eat!
This fragrance actually permeates so far!
"No! No! No more, do you know what you're doing? You're murdering!"

The parasitic demon repeatedly hypnotized and warned himself.

"You have a car loan, a mortgage, and health insurance to pay, and rent—you can't be a murderer!"

But soon, hunger consumed the last bit of his sanity.

The hungry parasite left the empty gas station and continued running wildly on the dusty road.Due to hunger, he tore off all his clothes in an attempt to absorb more solar energy.

In the past, he thought that if he could survive by photosynthesis, he would not have to eat so much every day to turn himself into an ugly fat man.

But when he really obtained the super power to obtain energy through photosynthesis, he discovered...

What doesn't starve you will only make you hungrier.

"food--"

He jumped up like a dexterous ape, with a thin and long body like a bamboo pole, he stepped out a big hole in the ground with one foot, under the reaction force, he popped out like a shell, and flew out in a few vertical leaps hundreds of meters away.

Times have completely changed.In the past, the upper limit of personal force that humans can see is the super martial arts masters like Batman, Shiva, and Bane who can fight against the army by themselves.

And now... welcome to the era of super power wars, world!

Finally, Rudy Jones saw the smoke.It's a small town that seems to be having a celebration.The adults played and played, exchanged goods, and drank freely.

Under the anxious call of their mothers, the children chased and played, creating a happy and peaceful scene.

His conscience was tearing apart.

"No... can't, they are all alive!"

The parasitic demon staggered forward, he knew that once he entered the town, he would uncontrollably start absorbing the chemical energy of these living people.

At that time, there may be piles of bones and rivers of blood—that kind of thing, don't want it!
But Rudy Jones ultimately couldn't resist his biological instincts.

There was a red light in his eyes, and the fangs stood up in his open mouth, and he unconsciously secreted saliva.

He held out his hand to the child.

He already knew what was going to happen next.

Soon, the now rosy, healthy and happy child would start whining, which would stop abruptly after a few seconds.

And he will drop the opponent's body that has turned into a mummy, and continue to look for the next victim.

Rudy Jones really wanted to stop himself from such a murderous act, but he couldn't control himself at all, and couldn't even close his eyes unbearably.

"I'm already a monster."

He thought sadly: "I have been sweeping the floor for more than 10 years since I graduated from school, and my heart is as broken as the dust on the floor."

"I'm cruel, I'm cold-blooded, I'm melancholy, I'm a monster through and through, woohoo, I kill people without blinking—"

He touched the child with his hand and sucked it hard.

—and took a handful of mud.

?

Ok?
The parasitic demon blinked, thinking he had made a mistake.He gnawed on the child's shoulder in disbelief, and then vomited directly.

"Bah, bah, what the hell?"

The next second, he saw the child turn his neck upside down 180 degrees, his face melted into mud like wax: "Uncle! Uncle! What kind of monster are you?"

The parasitic demon was a little confused by his question.

He raised his head and saw the silence on the long street that was still extremely noisy just now.

Countless men, women and children turned their heads to him, with strange lights shining in their eyes.

They said in unison, the voices were sporadic, layer upon layer, echoing repeatedly, making one's hair stand on end:

"Uncle, uncle, what kind of monster are you?"

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"Fire! Fire!"

"Fire your mother! Suck it back, don't come!"

Chen Tao only swayed his body, and the next second the soldier found that the gun in his hand had split into two halves.

Clark's supervision saw those nanobots tear apart the smooth gnaws of steel at the molecular level.

A storm of metal poured down.

Guns, the most dangerous and outstanding killing tools developed by humans in the past 200 years, only need one gun to completely incapacitate an adult human being.

Its appearance has completely revolutionized the nature of war, refreshed the upper limit of power, reversed human beings' definition of power, and changed——

Forget it, stop blowing.

Because this thing is basically irresistible to Man of Steel and Chen Tao.

Large-caliber rifle bullets specially designed for anti-body armor, because their quality is far beyond normal bullets, even a steel plate can forcibly gnaw a hole, but for the two people in the field, they are just like BB bullets. Or like a water gun.

Chen Tao also talked a little bit about the laws of physics. Due to the characteristics of the Broken Bat itself, the head and chest cavity cannot be nano-robotized, so he must spread a circle of black sand on the vital parts to resist bullets, and Superman simply uses bullets as a weapon to resist bullets. tickle.

A soldier clearly sees through a telescope that a bullet sparks off Superman's eyelid.

"Why? Why! It's unreasonable!"

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

Perhaps it is difficult for people who have never been in contact with firearms to understand this kind of disillusionment. No matter how much psychological preparation they have, they cannot compare to the shock of watching others chatting in the hail of bullets.

"Hmm... Batman, do you need my help?"

There was a bang, and a shell exploded directly on Superman's body. He patted the gravel and dust that fell on his head, took a sip, and said to Chen Tao: "I move faster."

"I know you're fast."

Chen Tao rushed in front of a tank against the dense bullets hitting him, and the nano-robot lay in front of him, like a black horse, helping him resist all the damage.

"But obviously, this is what I should do."

He opened his dino-like mouth, which was covered with tiny nanobots.With just one bite, he gnawed off the thick steel plate that could withstand the impact of anti-tank rockets like a cream cake, exposing the American soldiers in the cab.

"Roar!"

The green dragon opened its mouth and roared loudly at the soldiers:

"My Superman is a good boy! He doesn't want to do anything bad, he's just here to help!"

Chen Tao waited for the last two soldiers to escape from the tank that had been bitten in two, and then kicked the tank in the heart like an angry baby, sending it flying.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The poor tank was kicked like a broken sack and flew into the sky, and landed in the center of the battle formation amidst the fearful screams of countless soldiers.

"I don't like Harry Potter!"

A soldier saw a broken armor plate inserted straight between his legs, who was so frightened that he fell to the ground, he felt a shiver, and immediately began to patter.

"This is too magical!"

Fortunately, there was a circular depression on the steel plate that seemed to be chewed out by a dog. When it fell from the sky, he fell backwards and fell right into the depression, so that he would not be sliced ​​alive by it. two halves.

He rejoiced in his good luck, completely oblivious to the abnormal depression that saved his life, which was completely gnawed out by many tiny nano-robots invisible to the naked eye.

Clark originally wanted to go up and block it to prevent the tank falling from the sky from killing people.However, they stopped after seeing the nano-robots that Chen Tao had set up in advance.

Chen Tao was still cursing:
"You group of unconscionable people actually bully a good boy like this!"

"Just now he was beaten by Zod because of you, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his whole body hurts, he is weak, innocent and pitiful!"

Clark next to him had a weird expression.He touched his intact face, and then squinted at General Zod's kryptonite-stained expression, and Adjutant Eke, whose face was as green as a frog.

For the first time in his life, Clark Kent began to think seriously about a problem.

Is it possible that, for Batman, the world is a little different from what he sees?
So Clark carefully considered his words, trying not to irritate the sensitive nerves of the bat as much as possible.

"Uh, bat... I don't actually..."

Chen Tao roared loudly:

"How dare you bully him like that?!"

Tears, pulled out.

All of a sudden, I just said ha, the more I talk, the more I feel that I am justified, the more I talk, the more I feel that I am just.Excessive force, repeated self-hypnosis and hints, moved myself severely.

I directly put on the Storm Cry buff for myself!

After repeated practice of buffing others with blood rage or stench, Chen Tao finally learned to buff himself.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The effect is outstanding!

The tank was thrown into the sky like a toy, Batman beat others while cursing, the scene was very chaotic.

Clark felt like a little princess or some kind of protected cashmere Barbie, just watching Batman fight fiercely.

hiss……

This is a bit too exaggerated.

Clark thought.

"Superman has suffered so much!!!"

Clark:! ! !

Batman, what are you talking about, something you imagined yourself, what hardships, nothing at all! ! !
Oh, there is no hardship, but there is stink.

vomit!
Thinking of this, Clark immediately retched like morning sickness, but he didn't vomit anything.

I've really finished vomiting, and I can't even pour out the acid water.

"Backup! Backup! We're down, we need airstrikes...need Metal Man!"

The soldier yelled into the walkie-talkie, "Sir, sir! Where's the Metal Man? We need Metal Man support!"

no respond.

The soldier was in a hurry: "Answer me, sir, we are really going to be overwhelmed. These two guys are simply not something humans can handle!"

He shouted loudly: "Where is the support?"

"Sorry, soldier." Then he heard a voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie: "Our people were accidentally held up, hold on for a while..."

With a snap, the soldier threw the radio aside, and Chen Tao squatted in front of him, with hot air coming out of his nose, spraying on the soldier.

The soldier raised his hands conscientiously.

Behind him, soldiers lay in disarray on the ground, and the scene was wailing, but no one died.

Chen Tao canceled the transformation.

He stepped past the soldiers and picked up the phone.

Clark heard the officer on the radio say, "We've got a little trouble, some little trouble. The Metal Man is dealing with—"

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My name is John Cobain and I'm Metal Man.

Under the Stars and Stripes, I pledge to fight for the American spirit.

　Huh... Why do I always fall asleep in the middle of writing in the middle of the night these two days?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)