Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 61: Old Master! Surrender! Your son... Bah, your grandson is in my hands!
"Shua"
The black sword of the Demon's Head was swung in front of him, drawing an elegant and deadly arc. With Damian's roar of assassination, it stabbed at the retreating black figure in front of him like lightning.
Although the little madman was young, he was extremely experienced in combat. He launched an attack the moment he caught up with the assassin.
Holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, while using the long sword to get close to the opponent, he also does not forget to make short-range precise hip shots to disrupt the opponent's rhythm. This set of combat skills of the Assassin's League is very useful in most situations.
It would be difficult for ordinary enemies to deal with these multiple levels of attacks at the same time, but unfortunately, Damian has not faced a "normal" enemy since his "debut".
The same goes for the Batman in this time and space alternation.
He dealt with Damian's fierce attack very easily, even with a feeling of flowing water.
While quickly dodging bullets at close range, he dropped the sniper rifle behind him, and while rolling to avoid the sword, he pulled out two black pistols from his waist.
The moment this thing appeared, Damian felt a chill on the back of his neck.
The man in front of him did not retreat but advanced, running headlong into Damian's attack range and opening fire with both guns, just like Ertong demonstrating an upgraded version of "gun fighting skills".
But the old guy in front of him was obviously more skilled and ruthless than Ertong in this regard.
The left pistol swept across like a war hammer, forcing Damian to put away his sword to defend. The right gun aimed at the madman's hand and fired two shots in a row, knocking the kinetic pistol in his hand away and kicking him hard.
With a loud bang, Damian, who was at no advantage in height and weight, was kicked flying, turned twice in the air and landed steadily at the back.
"stop!"
The assassin Batman threw a bat dart to stop Damian from picking up the gun.
He seemed to have no interest in this encounter. He just stretched his neck, looked up and down at the crazy kid, and said in a hoarse and cold voice:
"It will be hard to stop if you keep fighting."
"That makes sense, but I don't want to stop."
The little madman showed a vicious smile under Domino's blindfold. He no longer used the gun but held the sword with both hands, making a starting posture of the Assassin's League assassination sword technique.
He felt that the Batman before him was more to his liking, at least more in line with the image of the "Dark Knight" in his mind than the crazy "Dad" hiding in Wayne Manor.
But before Damian could launch another attack, a sharp gunshot rang out from another rooftop beside the two of them.
Batman reacted quickly and waved his cape to cover himself.
But he underestimated the super penetrating power of kinetic bullets after being fully charged. The first bullet was blocked by his cloak, but the second one penetrated directly. If he was not still wearing his combat suit, this blow would be enough to break his legs.
"Bang"
The smoke bomb was thrown on the ground, and the pungent smoke blocked the surrounding area.
This means the master is going to make a "tactical retreat".
Still the same old thing…
But Mason, who was on the roof of the building on the other side with a Widowmaker rifle, didn't care about the little smoke blocking his view.
There was no need for even a combat-assisted aiming frame to interfere with his field of vision; the eagle-eye perception of his Isu bloodline was enough to lock onto the old man's figure. After creating some distance, shooter Mason could finally give it a try.
The technological rifle in his hand had almost achieved "instant charging" energy acceleration after being modified by Isu technology. As Mason pulled the trigger, two more bullets rushed out of the barrel.
This time the shot was more accurate.
The master, who was about to jump off the roof, was knocked off balance in mid-air, and the cable of his grappling gun was broken, forcing him to roll over and hide behind the wall on the roof, covering his arm.
This was exactly what Mason wanted.
He didn't even adjust the trajectory, he just tilted the muzzle slightly and charged and fired again.
The bullet with super penetrating power easily penetrated the wall where Batman was hiding. The bullet just passed by his shoulder, but the subsequent "ricochet" hit the master's neck after precise calculation.
The full-body battle suit saved his life again, but it also made Batman feel very cold.
In the eyes of the sniper, all obstacles are useless.
The most important thing is that this is the encounter battle he hates the most. Facing an enemy about whom he has no idea how much information he has and has not collected any data, but the opponent seems to know him very well, there is not much room for the master to perform temporarily.
However, the master was not at all panicked.
While rolling quickly to avoid the bullets, he took out a remote control from his weapon belt.
The opponent chose a not-so-good sniping spot!
The place where he was was also his own property, and with Batman's character, it was impossible for him not to make preparations on his own territory, so when the third bullet hit his back, the master of this world pressed the button without hesitation.
With a loud bang, the rooftop area where Mason was located was completely blown up by the bomb hidden under the floor.
Mason was caught off guard and was thrown to the lower level in the earthquake. There was also an obvious electromagnetic shock mixed in with the bomb, which caused the high-tech rifle in his hand that was being charged to become "stuck".
"Damian, stop him, I'll be there soon."
Mason's intermittent voice sounded in the communicator in the little madman's ears.
In fact, there was no need for his command. The moment Damian saw Batman falling into a disadvantage, he grabbed his grandfather's sword and rushed forward.
The master who was shot three times by Mason's shameless sneak attack was still injured despite the protection of his battle suit. As an ordinary person, his combat effectiveness has been weakened in this situation.
However, when facing Damian's "fatherly love and filial piety" charge, the old man with the gun remained calm.
He rolled over with his bleeding body to avoid the sword of the little madman, and then tried to distance himself from him during the continuous shooting, but was soon bullied by the little madman and kicked the gun out of his hand.
The two immediately engaged in the most dangerous close combat.
The Black Sword of the Demon's Head in Damian's hand was a real magic sword. Its sharp blade cut through the armor as smoothly as cutting butter. After just a dozen seconds of fighting, the master was at a disadvantage again.
Seeing that he was about to win the battle with Batman, Damian's mood became better and better, and the little madman's attacks became faster and more deadly.
After all, this is what he wants to do most in the twelve years of his life, and this naughty kid is only one step away from fulfilling his dream.
"puff"
The sharp black sword blade was blocked by the shark-tooth knife that the master ejected from his combat arm armor. He wanted to break the sword blade but found that the sword was so tough that he couldn't cut it at all. He could only restrain the sword blade with force and pull it out.
However, Damian decisively let go of the hilt.
The little madman clenched his fists, stepped forward and punched the master on the visor, then put his right hand together and used the deadly ancient martial arts he learned from Lei Xiaogu.
His fingers stabbed into the master's lungs like swords.
This attack with special power made the master fall into the dilemma of being unable to breathe instantly. The severe pain made him lie on the ground, and the torn serrated cloak behind him was also torn off by Damian.
The little madman picked up the black sword and looked at the blood-stained torn cloak in his hand. He was a little confused for a moment, but soon a feeling of ecstasy surged in his heart.
He beat Batman!
He did it!
He had been so excited at the beginning of his life that it seemed as if he had no regrets.
Damian held up the torn cloak and shouted to the trembling master lying on the ground in front of him:
"I beat you! Batman, I proved that I'm stronger than you! I'm better than you!"
"You little lunatic, I don't even know you."
The master lying on the ground spoke hoarsely in severe pain. When Damian was about to step forward and knock him out, the master suddenly stabbed a small syringe into his neck.
The dark substance injected into his body instantly freed him from the difficulty in breathing, and even the bleeding wounds on his body no longer affected his combat.
This made Damian feel dangerous. He stepped back quickly but his legs were entangled by the flying claw gun shot by the master, and he was lifted into the air by another tug.
With a bang.
The black gauntlet had an intimate contact with Damian's head.
The little madman's roar stopped abruptly, and the moment he was tied up, he was cut on the back of the neck by a palm, and then a bat tranquilizer was stabbed into his neck.
Damian watched in despair as the victory that had already been achieved flew away like a cooked duck.
He couldn't accept this result.
However, the master would not explain these, and seeing the noisy little crazy child in his arms calm down, the master put him on the messy ground with a gasp, took out handcuffs to tie him up, and at the same time picked up Damian's sword and kinetic pistol.
He was coughing violently.
He looked back at Mason, who was flying out of the explosion pit using the same flying backpack as the Riddler and gliding behind him. The latter was holding a silver pistol and a black penguin umbrella in his hand, with a streak of yellow lightning dancing on the umbrella.
"Why are you trying to kill me?"
Mason did not attack. He asked:
"We should have no grudges against each other, right? Or is the Batman of this world a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately? Just like Diana, the Chosen One of Khorne, and Arthur Curry, the shameless thief?"
"I have no reason to conflict with you."
The master shook the blade in his hand, raised his pistol and aimed at Mason, saying:
"But for the future and present of this world, you and your companions must die!"
"This statement sounds so familiar, so it's because of our identities?"
Mason understood immediately.
He pulled up the sleeve of his left arm to reveal his Star Society tattoo and said:
"Are all those with this tattoo your target? Were all the pioneering teams sent into this world some time ago wiped out by you?
And the enhancer you just used, was it seized from them?"
"You have so many questions, but I have nothing to give you except bullets."
The master pulled the trigger without hesitation.
But the very fierce kinetic pistol in Damian's hand seemed to be stuck and did not fire the bullet. It was obvious that Mason had made identification modifications to the gun.
Prevent the enemy from picking it up and shooting evil bullets at you with your gun.
The blinding lightning struck the old man directly, paralyzing him and activating the golden apple on the umbrella handle.
Mason didn't expect to change the man's iron will, he just wanted his thoughts to be disrupted so that Batman couldn't fight back, and then Mason rushed over and kicked him down.
As if by magic, he pulled out an ice gun from his bag, aimed at the master and fired a shot, freezing most of his body, and kicked away all the weapons around him.
Then he raised the freezing gun that was emitting cold air and said to the old man in front of him:
"I made all these weapons. You're using my work against me? You're really creative in seeking death."
“Ding ding ding”
A shrill alarm sounded from the master's chest.
Mason took a quick glance and knew that the master of this world had probably activated some kind of self-destruct device when he saw that he had no hope of winning.
According to Batman's strategy, this self-destruct device will most likely raze everything around it to the ground, but there are at least thousands of people having fun in the casino below.
He really doesn't care at all?
"You better stop that thing!"
Mason picked up the knocked-out Damian and did not intend to defuse the bomb. Instead, he took a step back and said to the determined master in front of him:
"Otherwise you'll regret it! Like the kind of regret you'll slap yourself in the face even if you go to hell. I'm not kidding."
Batman didn't care.
The pair of cold eyes under the half-covered bat helmet just stared straight at Mason, and then he saw Mason picked up the silver legendary pistol and put it against Damian's head in his arms.
He threatened:
"Stop it! Or I'll kill this kid!"
"Are you ill?"
Mason's actions made the master finally unable to hold back and scolded:
"The person you are holding hostage is your teammate. You arrested him. Why do you expect me to obey you?"
“That’s a good question.”
Mason's finger was on the trigger.
He stared at Batman in front of him and said:
“Because this kid’s name is Damian! Damian Wayne… You just fought with him for so long, didn’t you notice that this kid’s eyes look a lot like someone in your memory?
If my calculations are correct, he was four years younger than Damian is now when he died in your arms.
Batman, you think there is nothing worth your nostalgia in this world , but that is not the case. What I hold in my hand is the only bloodline of the Wayne family.
If my hand shakes or the bomb on your body explodes, you will miss the opportunity you have been longing for forever.
How about it?
Do you want to reconsider it?"
"Snap"
When the countdown to the explosion was three seconds, the old man tore open the connecting lines on the battle suit. He stared at Mason and Damian in his arms and didn't know what to say for a moment.
But when Mason took off the domino mask on the little madman's face, revealing a face that was 80% similar to Bruce Wayne's childhood, the old man whose lower body was frozen almost immediately began to tremble.
Then Mason stepped forward and pulled off the old man's mask.
What was revealed under the mask was not Bruce Wayne's face, which was middle-aged but still elegant and handsome, making all the men in Gotham hate him.
Far from it.
Although the face in front of me is very masculine, it is covered with cruel marks left by the years.
The short grey hair and the stubble on his chin made the man look very downcast and gloomy.
Just like a walking corpse.
But from this wrinkled face, one can still see a temperament as cold as iron and never bowing, especially when paired with a pair of eyes that are dull but full of ferocity.
It's like an old night beast king that still patrols its territory. It is indeed no longer young and is already covered with wounds, but its fangs are still deadly.
"Thomas Wayne..."
Mason stepped back and said his name.
"The knight of revenge in the doomsday world! It turns out that every man in the Wayne family is unwilling to be ordinary. Look at how terrible this twisted world has made you.
My friend Bruce Wayne will be heartbroken when he sees you like this, but maybe he will be ecstatic before that.
And you already know the existence of the Star Society, so I'm very curious, have you ever thought about joining them and going to another world to meet your son?
You know, in countless parallel worlds, as long as you are willing to look, you can always find countless Bruce Waynes.
There must be one that is suitable for you.”
He looked up and down at the silent "old man" in front of him, then took out an alchemical bomb that could burn continuously and threw it at his feet to help him melt the ice.
Amid the white steam, Mason sheathed his gun and said:
"So, can we find a place to talk now?"
He patted the unconscious little madman Damian in his arms, who had no idea that he was being used by Mason as an "anti-Batman tactic" again, and winked at the old man in front of him and said:
"Just because I just spared your grandson? Give me a chance to shake hands and make peace, old man, don't touch the knife in your boot.
I really don’t have the energy to fight you anymore.”
