American comics: Only I know the plot

Chapter 141 Thrilling

The desks, chairs, documents, instruments, and decorations in the office shattered, collapsed, and turned into ruins during the fierce battle between the two.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were shaken so badly that they were cracked and on the verge of collapse, with cold wind rushing in through the cracks.

The wind blew Batman's black cape, making it flutter in the night like outstretched wings.

The crowd and police officers below all stopped what they were doing, looked up at this breathtaking scene, and held their breath.

No one spoke, no one dared to utter a sound, no one dared to disturb this decisive battle that would determine the fate of Gotham.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for the final outcome of this decisive battle.

Li Wei stood at the front of the crowd, blood seeping from the wound on his left arm. The blood dripped from his fingertips, spreading into small red dots on the ground.

His gaze never left the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor, clearly capturing every scene.

He could see Bruce's every precise dodge, every steady block, and every calm counterattack.

He could see that Bain was becoming increasingly irritable, impatient, out of control, and stiff.

The scales of victory are tipping steadily and firmly toward Batman.

No one knows better than Li Wei how much effort and perseverance went into this victory.

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Yuan En roared, his voice filled with anger and fury, and slammed his hand on the enhancement potion valve behind him.

The green liquid instantly flowed into his body, causing his muscles to swell wildly once again, and his aura to surge dramatically.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins under his skin were bulging, making him look even more terrifying and violent.

The brief but violent power brought by the potion filled his limbs and bones, masking all his pain.

He wanted to completely crush Batman, utterly destroy the false hope in Gotham, and unleash the madness within him.

"You think you can win?!" Bane roared, his voice hoarse and crazed. "I have enhancement potions, I'm invincible!"

No one can beat me!

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not back down or show any fear.

He knew that the power the drug provided was temporary, illusory, and deadly.

It was written clearly in Livy's notes.

Continuous injections of the stimulant will cause blood vessels to rupture instantly, nerves to die rapidly, and the mind to go completely insane.

Bain's current actions are not a sign of strength or a counterattack, but rather a path to his own demise, an acceleration of his own destruction.

"Your power comes from poison, from a false madness." Bruce's voice was calm, yet carried a power that penetrated everything.

"And my strength comes from Gotham, from everyone who refuses to bow to darkness, from the undying hope."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce stopped wandering, stopped dodging, and stopped waiting.

The black figure, like a drawn blade or a shooting star piercing the darkness, charged straight at Bane.

The fist struck Bane precisely in the ribs, a weak point that Levi had repeatedly marked in the intelligence.

This is the old wound that Bane sustained when he was seriously injured in Penado Prison, and it is also a permanent hidden danger left over from the Shadow League's training.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Bane's body stiffened abruptly, his frenzied movements momentarily slowing down.

That moment of hesitation was a fatal flaw.

Bruce seized the opportunity and launched a series of attacks without hesitation, each move precise and accurate.

Elbow strikes, knee strikes, shoulder strikes, chokeholds, force deflections, counterattacks—every blow landed on Bane's weak points.

It's no longer a simple fighting contest, but a precise strike targeting weaknesses, pain, and willpower.

Bain let out a painful groan; his frenzied movements had completely exposed an opening, and his defenses began to crumble.

His supposedly impenetrable defenses proved as fragile as paper in front of Batman.

This is the power of intelligence.

This is the foundation of victory that Li Wei earned through countless days and nights, and countless brushes with death.

This is the significance of lying low for months and persevering silently.

Li Wei, below, finally let out a long sigh of relief, his body, which had been tense to the extreme, relaxing slightly.

He knew that Bain was doomed to lose.

Frenzy can never overcome composure, brute force can never triumph over strategy, and darkness can never extinguish hope.

Batman won.

Gotham won.

Inside the office, Bane went completely mad, ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, and lunged at Bruce without a second thought.

Like a dying beast, making a final, meaningless counterattack.

Bruce's eyes turned cold as he easily dodged to the side, grabbing Bane's arm and pulling hard.

A standard and clean over-the-shoulder throw!

Bain's massive, heavy body was slammed onto the floor with a deafening thud.

The solid floor cracked instantly, a large area collapsed, smoke and dust rose, and debris flew everywhere.

Bain struggled to stand up, but found that he was in excruciating pain all over his body, his strength was rapidly draining away, and his limbs were trembling uncontrollably.

The side effects of the enhancement drug erupted completely at this moment, engulfing him like a tidal wave.

Blood vessels burst beneath the skin, revealing hideous and terrifying patterns that spread all over the body.

The excruciating nerve pain caused him to convulse uncontrollably, and his consciousness began to blur, become confused, and eventually descend into utter madness.

The power he was so proud of was being gradually drained, hollowed out, and completely destroyed.

The very hope he hated and wanted to destroy most in his life was slowly devouring him and ending him.

Bruce stood before him, towering over him, his figure as upright as a mountain peak and as steady as a mountain.

A black cloak hung down, blocking out the light and completely enveloping Bane in shadow.

There was no rage, no mockery, no smugness.

Only calm, indifferent, yet carrying the four words of a final verdict.

You lost.

Bane looked up at Batman, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, madness, violence, and a hint of despair hidden deep in his heart.

He wanted to scream, to rebel, to stand up again, to destroy everything in front of him.

But his body was completely out of his control, and he could only collapse in the ruins, at the mercy of others.

He spent his whole life hating hope, destroying hope, and inflicting suffering on the world.

In the end, however, he was defeated by his hopes.

He was defeated by the intelligence provided by that insignificant person he had never taken seriously.

He was defeated by the Batman he had personally destroyed, who then rose again.

He was defeated by Gotham, a place he desperately wanted to sink into hell but never yielded to.

Outside the city hall, after a deathly silence, a deafening roar of cheers erupted.

"Batman won!"

"Bane has been defeated!"

"Gotham is saved!"

"We are free!"

The sound pierced the sky, broke through the darkness, and overcame all oppression and despair, resounding throughout the Gotham night sky.

The fear, despair, pain, and anxiety that had been suppressed for months were all released at this moment.

People embraced and wept, police officers raised their arms and shouted, and the rebels were in tears; everyone was giving their all to vent their emotions.

The darkness finally dissipated completely.

Light finally truly arrived.

Li Wei stood amidst the cheering crowd, his tense body finally relaxing completely.

The excruciating pain from the wound on my left arm struck instantly, and exhaustion overwhelmed my entire body like a tidal wave, leaving my limbs feeling sore and weak.

His legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, but was caught in time by two quick-reacting police officers beside him.

"Mr. Li, are you alright? You're injured! You're bleeding a lot!"

"Sit down quickly, we'll treat your wound right away, you can't push yourself any longer!"

Li Wei waved his hand, barely straightened up, and looked up at the broken floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the city hall.

The black figure stood behind the shattered glass, looking down at the cheering city.

The cloak billowed in the night wind, like unfolded black wings, protecting everything beneath its feet.

That is Gotham's guardian angel, the Dark Knight, and the undying hope in everyone's heart.

A relieved and gentle smile slowly appeared on Li Wei's lips, relaxed, calm, and full of warmth.

it's all over.

He did it.

Bruce did it.

Everyone who persevered succeeded.

News of safety and victory came through the communicator, clearly reaching Li Wei's ears.

"Bane has been subdued, is incapacitated, and awaits further instructions." This was Batman's voice, still deep and hoarse, but less cold and more calm.

"The helicopter is completely destroyed, all escape routes are blocked, not even a fly can get out." Catwoman's voice was relaxed and amused.

"The remaining enemies have all been eliminated, the city hall is safe, and there were no casualties." Robin's voice was full of joy and excitement.

Li Wei took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and responded in a steady and clear voice.

"Received. The surrounding area has been completely cleared. The public is safe, and street order is gradually being restored."

"Batman, welcome home. Welcome back to Gotham."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communication channel, with no immediate response.

Then came Bruce's two short but powerful words, which carried a thousand unspoken meanings.

"Thanks."

This "thank you" is an acknowledgment of Li Wei's months of infiltration.

This is gratitude for Li Wei's unwavering support.

This is the highest tribute to Li Wei for awakening heroes and saving Gotham.

Li Wei's eyes welled up slightly; all the exhaustion, pain, fear, torment, and perseverance had gained full meaning at this moment.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, as if Bruce on the other end of the communicator could see it.

As night deepened, Gotham's lights gradually came back on, creating a warm sea of ​​light from street corners to alleyways, from buildings to shops.

On the streets, police officers began clearing the rubble, treating the injured, calming the frightened crowd, and maintaining order.

The rebels held the captured mercenaries under centralized custody, awaiting their fair treatment; there was no vigilante justice or retaliation.

People spontaneously took to the streets to clean up garbage, repair doors and windows, and gradually restore their former lives.

The elderly people took out the bat badges they had kept hidden for months, gently wiped them, and their eyes were filled with tears.

Children on the street were redrawing new bat symbols with chalk, their smiles bright and full of hope.

The shop owners reopened their doors, turned on warm lights, and offered water and food to the weary.

Gotham is slowly being reborn, slowly regaining its vitality, and slowly returning to its former self.

Li Wei was helped to sit down on a bench by the street by the police officers, and Alfred rushed over immediately with a medical kit.

The old butler looked at the deep, blood-soaked wound on Li Wei's left arm, his eyes reddening with heartache, and his voice trembling slightly.

"Mr. Li, you're pushing yourself too hard. I've told you to be careful, but you just won't listen."

Alfred carefully treated the wound, disinfecting, cleaning, suturing, and bandaging it, while gently scolding the patient.

Her movements were so gentle, as if she were afraid of hurting Li Wei; her hands were steady and skillful, without the slightest tremor.

Li Wei smiled, his tone calm and relieved.

"It's worth it, Alfred, it's all worth it."

"It's all over. Bruce won, Gotham won, we all won."

Alfred stopped what he was doing, looked up at the black figure at the top of the city hall, his cloudy eyes filled with relief and peace of mind.

"Yes, it's finally over. The master is finally back. Gotham is finally saved."

"All of this is inseparable from your perseverance and dedication. You are the benefactor of the Wayne family and the benefactor of Gotham."

Li Wei shook his head, showing no pride or arrogance, remaining calm.

"I just did what I was supposed to do, that's all."

"The one who truly protects Gotham is Batman, and everyone who refuses to bow to darkness and holds fast to hope."

As they were speaking, a black figure leaped steadily down from the top of the city hall.

The cloak unfurled, like black wings, tracing a smooth arc across the night sky before landing steadily.

It was Batman.

He walked steadily toward Li Wei, his steps firm and his demeanor restrained, without the slightest hint of arrogance after victory.

The moonlight shone on his black battle suit, outlining his tall, reliable, and reassuring silhouette.

Li Wei looked up at him, his eyes gentle yet firm, without the slightest fear or aloofness.

Beneath the mask, Bruce's gaze fell on Levi's wound, paused slightly, and lingered for a few seconds.

"Does it hurt?"

These two simple words, without fancy language or deliberate sentimentality, are full of genuine concern.

Li Wei smiled, shook his head gently, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"It doesn't hurt. Compared to the injuries and pain you've suffered, this is nothing."

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Bruce was silent for a moment, then slowly reached out and gently patted Levi's shoulder.

The force was steady and profound, carrying absolute trust and the deepest gratitude.

"From now on, Gotham will have me, and it will have you."

This sentence represents recognition, acceptance, a promise to fight side by side, and an unchanging vow for life.

Li Wei felt a warmth in his heart, nodded heavily, his eyes firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"I will always be here, never leaving you, until death do us part."

Catwoman and Robin also emerged from the city hall and came to the two of them.

Catwoman leaned against the wall, watching the scene before her, a relaxed and bright smile playing on her lips.

"Alright, the biggest problem is solved, Gotham is saved, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Li Wei, I'll buy you drinks, it's a deal. The best drinks in Gotham, all you can eat."

Robin walked up to Levi, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude, and the boy's tone was sincere and enthusiastic.

"Mr. Li, thank you. Without your intelligence and perseverance, we wouldn't have been able to win this battle so easily."

"You are a hero of Gotham, a hero of all of us."

Looking at the people in front of him, Li Wei felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

Alfred's silent perseverance, Catwoman's dark journey, Robin's bravery and fearlessness, and Batman's never-give-up spirit.

They had no blood ties, no family ties, yet in their darkest moments, they relied on each other, supported each other, and warmed each other's hearts.

Finally, together they welcomed the dawn.

As night fell, a soft, pale light slowly appeared in the east.

Dawn has finally arrived.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the thick clouds, gently illuminating the streets of Gotham.

It illuminated the dilapidated buildings, the cheering crowds, and every face filled with hope and smiles.

It also illuminated the fluttering black cloak and Li Wei's gentle yet resolute face.

Li Wei slowly stood up, facing the warm morning light, and looked at the entire reborn city.

The wound on his left arm still throbbed faintly, but it no longer affected his mood or shook his resolve.