American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En looked at the trembling thugs outside and scratched his chin in confusion.

"Boss, isn't your intimidation a little bit excessive? The way these guys are looking at you isn't like they're seeing a vigilante, but more like they're seeing a vengeful ghost that's come back from the dead?"

He pointed to a huge holographic GG sign on the roadside, which was originally playing some kind of frenetic heavy metal music video, but it was now cut off, revealing the graffiti underneath.

It was a very, very huge, broken bat logo with a line of large words painted in bright red:

【THE BAT IS BROKEN!】

Below the sign that the bat is dead, there is a powerful silhouette of a huge back, and a bald figure wearing a breathing mask with Bane's name written on it.

"Impossible, impossible! That person, that Bane, clearly broke the bat's spine in front of everyone at City Hall!"

One of the closest thugs shouted in a trembling voice, collapsing to the ground, forgetting even to run away.

"That happened three months ago! I clearly saw him being thrown down the steps by Bane like a rag doll! Huh? What is this? A ghost vehicle?!"

This panic spread as quickly as a virus.

It seems that in this world, Batman not only lost, but lost completely, becoming a remnant of the old era and a stepping stone for Bane to rule the city.

Now, this remnant has not only returned, but he has also returned in a monster vehicle that can spray magical flames and even ram main battle tanks like toys.

Inside the cockpit, Bruce's expression appeared particularly grave in the shadow of his helmet.

He looked at the graffiti, at the city that had been completely taken over by violence and tyranny, his fingers tightening slightly on the joystick, his knuckles cracking.

The self in this world has lost.

"It seems I'm not doing too well here."

Bruce's voice was cold and hard as iron. He turned on the car's loudspeaker, and his deep, terrifying voice, like an echo from hell, instantly drowned out all the noise on the street.

"Go tell Bain that I'm looking for him."

Although Bruce didn't know who Bane was, that didn't stop him from wanting to get rid of him.

Xiu En felt the system panel in his mind vibrate again; the system seemed very interested in this scene.

[Mission Update: Wandering Through the Void—Witness the Legend of the Bat's Fall.]

Shuen shrugged, glancing at the thugs outside who were either fleeing in panic or begging for mercy because of Bruce's words, then turned to the sunflower on his shoulder and said:

"It seems our big spender is a deceased legend in this world. Pamela, do you think I could get rich if I went out and sold Batman Resurrection commemorative coins right now?"

The sunflower covered its flower head with two leaves, clearly not wanting to pay attention to this silly guy.

The Batmobile's hydraulic hatch made a soft, deflated sound as it slowly rose.

Black combat boots tread on the road.

One unlucky fellow who couldn't escape was lifted off the ground by a steel gauntlet covered in purple runes, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"No...no! Don't kill me! Ghost! You're a ghost!"

The thug's legs kicked wildly in mid-air; his enhanced muscles were useless at this moment, and his crotch was soaked.

Bruce didn't speak, but simply tilted his head slightly, the cold white light from behind his goggles shining on the poor wretch's face, which was filled with fear.

Bain.

The deep voice sounded like the whisper of a devil crawling out from the depths of hell.

Where is he?

"You...huh? You don't know?"

The thugs were stunned, even forgetting to struggle.

There are actually people in this city?

Especially the person wearing this skin, I wonder where Bane is?

"Are you kidding me! Is this some kind of twisted test? Like before? Beating someone half to death first and then asking some obvious questions?"

Click.

Bruce's fingers tightened slightly, and the bones in the thug's shoulder made a crisp popping sound.

"Aaaaaah! I'll tell you! I'll tell you! City Hall! He's at City Hall! That's his palace!"

The rioters were in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down their faces.

"He's the king of prisons! He's a monster who crawled out of Penaduro! He took over Gotham in three months! He broke Batman! He broke you! This doesn't make sense! You should be rotting in that pit!"

"That sounds like an inspirational story."

Xiu En jumped out of the passenger seat and circled the burly man who was being held in mid-air with great interest.

He reached out and unceremoniously pulled the fluorescent green tube out of the thug's neck.

"Is this the secret to making him so strong? Venom? If I poured it into my cactus, would it grow muscles?"

As the tube was pulled out, the thug's bulging muscles quickly deflated, and he instantly became listless, as if his spine had been removed.

"Oh no, no... don't take that away, I'll die!"

"Shut up, it's the spoils now."

Xiu En waved the still-glowing green vial back and forth, shining it against the streetlight, then turned to look at the sunflower on his shoulder.

"Pamela, let's have a professional look at this. Is this some kind of plant extract? If so, does that mean we can mass-produce muscular bodyguards?"

Bruce ignored Hugh's ramblings, released his grip, and let the cripple slump to the ground.

These few sentences contain a wealth of information.

Penadoro Prison, a venom that can greatly enhance the human body but has extremely strong side effects, and... breakage?!

The self in this world was clearly defeated head-on by physical strength.

Drop drop-

On the tactical vest that Xiu En had looted, a black communicator suddenly lit up with a red light, and a manipulated voice full of authority and violence came out.

[Attention, all squads! The East Sector chemical plant has been attacked by the resistance. Let them know what happens when they defy Bane's will. Be careful not to damage the venom delivery pipelines, and immediately clean up the debris!]

"Rebels?"

Bruce squinted, staring at the flashing communicator, deep in thought.

"It seems this city isn't completely dead yet."

The two returned to the Batmobile.

The view outside the window rushed past; the once bustling commercial streets of the East District were now littered with burning oil drums and abandoned car wrecks, along with hungry eyes peering out from the shadows.

Hugh pressed his face against the Batmobile's window and exhaled a puff of white breath.

"Boss, although the old Gotham wasn't all that great, compared to this place, it's like paradise. At least Alfred won't let the garbage pile up at the manor's entrance."