Chapter 1452 Research on Manipulation (End)

Bruce was awakened by the chaos and noise. He heard the footsteps of armed men rushing in, just like the chaotic footsteps of gangs fighting outside the window during the many nights he spent in Gotham's East Side.

Suddenly, the damp musty smell in the cramped room and the atmosphere when the moonlight and night breeze fluttered the curtains as usual came back.

Bruce woke up with a start. He heard someone yelling and cursing, possibly Amanda. She led people to capture Bane and put him in a harsh sensory deprivation cell.

Bruce couldn't make an accurate judgment because the drug-like hallucination hadn't gone away. He had cleaned up less than one-tenth of the large pile of redundant code he had created. Perhaps for a long time afterwards, He will always be accompanied by hallucinations.

But Bruce felt it was worth it, because he had just figured out one thing - the key to how Schiller manipulated him.

But first, he had to find Bane.

It was not that Bruce didn't hear what Bain said to him at all. It was just that he was busy typing code at that time and had no time to reply. However, all the words were recorded truthfully. When he pulled away from the bottom of his mental space, He began to ponder the information in detail.

The most eye-catching thing is not what Bane told about his life experience. Bruce has already guessed some of it. What really interests Bruce is what Bane told him about what he did before killing him.

The day after Bane was taken to the sensory deprivation cell, he heard Bruce's voice outside his door.

"Hello, Bane."

Bain believed that he had good emotional control. Years of torture had made him as cold as a piece of iron. But when Bruce's brisk tone appeared outside the door, his arm muscles still tightened unconsciously. The anger made him want to tear something apart.

"I won't say anything. This is my reward for you." Bain said.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask. You said before that if you wanted to kill me, you would break my spine. Do you do this very often?"

Bane was silent. He felt that Batman must have a mental illness, but unfortunately he did not have as much knowledge in psychiatry as he did in surgery.

"Look, based on this, I'd venture to infer that you probably have some knowledge of surgery and are much better at it than the doctors who put tubes into your brain, because the spine is the most delicate part of the human body. ”

"I only agree with your last sentence." There was still anger hidden in Bain's voice: "So when you demolish it, it is like destroying a beautiful piece of art."

"Don't make these clumsy metaphors. I just want to know how much you know about the human spine?"

"More than you think, boy."

"Very good." Bruce stretched out his hand and patted the door and said, "Now I will rescue you, and then I will take you to a laboratory. There will be a hospital bed and all the equipment for operating, which is definitely better than what you have ever seen." All the equipment is advanced because I was involved in the design and layout of this laboratory.”

"There is a special container in this laboratory, which contains a nano-control device, which is installed on the human spine. It can completely control human actions through some principles that you will not understand even if I tell you. I need you to put them on my spine."

Bain was completely silent.

"Do you really know what you are talking about?" Bain said after a while. His tone revealed doubts that he had never experienced before. He was silent for a while, and then he asked hesitantly: " Are you crazy?"

"I am."

Bain felt that silence was no longer suitable to express his current feelings. He seemed to adjust his posture and said: "If I heard correctly, you are planning to let someone who just framed you into a special detention cell and killed without blinking an eye, before The mercenary who just said he wanted to kill you, perform a surgical operation on you, and let him do whatever he wants with the most delicate bones in your body with a sharp knife? "

"I don't know how to use anesthesia."

"You are indeed crazy."

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"No, why should I do this?" Bain refused. He took a few breaths and cursed in an almost inaudible voice: "Damn it, no wonder Deathstroke told me that Gotham is full of lunatics!"

"Don't you want to know how I transformed Gotham? You do the surgery for me, and I'll tell you."

"Childish deception."

"Then do you want to do it?"

"Plus how you beat loneliness."

"I can't guarantee that. I rarely feel lonely at any time. In my opinion, it's not something that needs to be overcome."

"Why?" Bain's tone was filled with doubts.

"I've been busier than you think since I went to college, but I don't really want to talk about this part now. Let me ask you one last time, do you want to do it?"

"make a deal."

About half an hour later, the two came to a laboratory. Bain looked at the situation here, and finally laid his eyes on Bruce's face, and asked: "When are you going to take off this ridiculous bandage?" ”

"Why should I take it off?"

"Do you think it's still necessary to pretend now?"

"I'm not pretending." Bruce said as he slowly began to remove the bandage from his neck.

When he saw Bruce's face, Bain's eyes shrank suddenly, and he called out his name: "Bruce Wayne?"

This is not because he didn't know that Batman was Bruce Wayne. In fact, Bane knew it during the investigation. He called Bruce's name because he was not sure that the person in front of him was Bruce.

Bruce's face had three long scars, one from the forehead through the end of the eyebrow arch to the temple, one cut the nose and occupied half of the cheek, and another from the left corner of the mouth to the neck. It was very hideous from all angles.

"Before going to prison, Amanda will definitely check my injuries. It's useless to disguise them with dyes or makeup techniques, but my soul strength has increased a long time ago, so my self-healing ability is stronger than that of ordinary people. It may take a few months to recover, but there will be no scars." Bruce explained in detail, which was rare, but not for the purpose of explanation. Then he emphasized: "So, you don't have to worry about your surgical skills. Normally I won't die." Bane stood there silently, looking at Bruce's face and said: "I want to ask a question you once asked me - what does your home look like?" "It's a manor... Let's get started." Bruce took off his shirt and lay on the experimental On the stage, he pointed to the cabinet next to him and said, "The tools are all there. All you have to do is cut open my back, expose at least three-quarters of the spine, and then pour the can directly on it."

"The only difficulty is that you can't damage the surrounding nerves, otherwise it will cause poor contact."

"You should know that I have a chance to break your spine directly, right?"

"If you want, you can do it, because when the nanocontroller is connected, whether the spine is broken or not does not affect the use."

"Mad man."

Bane went to get the tools. Bruce always felt that he seemed to have missed something while lying on the bed. He would not have such worries in the past because his brain was clear at that time.

But now, even lying under the shadowless lamp, the details of everything he saw were full of whirlpools. Beauty and joy replaced reason and calmness. He was no different from a drug addict, so it was difficult to guarantee whether he had forgotten anything.

When Bane stood beside him, he almost blocked all the lights. His hand holding the scalpel did not hesitate, and he directly cut towards Bruce's back, but did not cut it open.

Bane opened his eyes slightly, and he pressed harder, then stared at Bruce's back in confusion, and said, "What do you have on you?"

"What?"

"An invisible layer of cloth, very tough. This scalpel is in good condition, but I don't feel any damage feedback."

Bruce suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something. In order to prevent him from being hurt, Diana, Clark, Hal, Oliver and others forced him to wear a piece of clothing that looked like a divine artifact.

"Wait a minute." Bruce tried to concentrate and gave orders to this piece of clothing that contained divine power. His friends had said before that the clothes could be taken off in this way. After all, it was a protective measure, not handcuffs, and Bruce should have the freedom to deal with it.

Thanks to their understanding, Bruce quickly made the clothes on the back disappear.

Bane made the first cut, and then he almost cut out Bruce's entire spine with superb skills.

Bane brought the jar and stared at Bruce's spine for a long time. When he unscrewed the cap, Bruce said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Aren't you going to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Break my spine."

Bane took a deep breath and looked at the jar. The nanofluid surging inside was like silver waves. He put one hand on the lid of the jar, turned his head and looked at Bruce's slightly distracted eyes and said.

"I'm not an educator, but I've lived longer than you at least. Out of admiration for your willpower, I must remind you, boy, this self-destructive tendency is extremely dangerous. You should see a psychiatrist."

"I've seen it, and it's no big deal."

Bane was speechless. As he opened the jar and poured the stuff in, he said, "I hope you're not seeing a psychiatrist in Gotham."

In the laboratory of Gotham University, Victor held his wife's waist, pressed the wound on his face, and took a breath of cold air. Schiller threw the replaced bandage into the trash can and said, "You should know that I have no experience in surgery. ? "

"Thank you, I just found out."

Nora smiled, looked at Schiller with slightly curved eyes and said: "You may want to ask why I am not the one to change the dressing. The fact is, I am worse than having no surgical experience."

"Yes, you have a veterinary qualification."

"Don't say that, dear, I am much gentler to the furry little guys than to humans."

Nora's smile always carries a kind of coldness. It's not that she is in a bad mood, but it's just her temperament. Schiller has no doubt that Nora is only like a gentle and virtuous wife when she lies in the freezer. The rest of the time, she may be more like a frozen man than Victor.

Suddenly, Nora's smile stiffened, and the coldness flew to her eyebrows. She looked at Victor and said: "Someone moved the remaining nanocontrollers, and I felt a weak connection signal."

Victor immediately looked at Schiller, and Schiller frowned. Victor, who was familiar with Schiller, knew very well that there must be something beyond his expectations.

Nora raised her voice and said, "Someone is going to implant the remaining nanocontrollers into other people's bodies. They are doing so... It's too late. The neural access is complete!"

Schiller disappeared in front of the two people in an instant.

In the space base, Diana was holding her cheek with her hand, flipping through the information in front of her with some boredom. The next second, she raised her head.

The sound of the coffee cup falling from her hand to the ground attracted Hal and Clark, and they all turned to look at Diana.

Diana first opened her eyes wide, then frowned and said, "The power on Bruce's armor told me that he is injured and somewhere on the earth. Go quickly!"

After several people hurriedly flew over the destination, they saw that the Florence Prison, located on the barren land, was foggy.