NABC Chapter 10 1 Minutes
Chapter 10 1 Minutes
Chapter 10 One Minute
"You said you found Batman in this ordinary-looking bread truck on the side of the road?"
"Uh, that's right."
"Then you thought he was a fake, so you tried to steal it, and Batman's hand turned into a wheel and knocked you unconscious?"
"Indeed."
"ha!"
"Cousin, I know this is absurd, but..."
"Shut up! I think you've gone mad from being a fan of drugs. If there really was a Batman in there, I'd eat this crowbar right now!"
"Don't go, cousin! There really is a Batman inside!"
Knock knock knock!
The hoodlum's cousin had only knocked on the car door three times when it was pushed open.
The thugs saw Batman get out of the car, lock the door, and then in a flash, it transformed into a bizarre Batmobile, its tires spinning, and it vanished in an instant.
A gust of wind blew by, leaving only the thug and his friends bewildered in the wind.
After a long while, one of them murmured as if in a dream:
"Woodfuck! You Christ demon who's seen Jesus! For so many years, I always thought Batman 'rode' the Batmobile, but I never imagined that Batman 'was' the Batmobile!"
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Whether viewed from the front or the side, the tattooed person's charisma has reached its peak.
Sexy tattoos and confident eyes—all exude the aura of "The Master".
Even Death Shooter was starting to have doubts. Had he misjudged him?
No matter how you look at it, his steps are loose and his movements are unsteady. Although he is muscular, he seems simple-minded and not as intimidating as the previous slipknot.
Frankly, the Deadshot thinks he's not even as good as the javelin captain, who is at least an Olympic-level athlete and a multiple-time champion in javelin throwing.
Is a guy like this really hiding his true abilities?
The tattooed man took off his shirt, revealing a mess of tattoos covering all sorts of things.
At this moment, he looked exactly like a low-level gangster, but the tattoo on his back that looked like a living creature writhing was impossible to ignore.
Bain stopped what he was doing. He casually tossed the Killer Crocodile, which lay there like a dead dog, aside and tensed all the muscles in his body.
The Cheshire Cat returned, and thanks to her excellent posture and flexibility, she was not fatally injured, only a little disheveled.
She squatted on the ground, trying to recover her strength as quickly as possible.
Glug glug glug glug glug glug...
As if something had crawled out of the swamp, Bane's expression turned serious, and he was on high alert.
The tattooed man's face showed pain, and then, in full view of everyone, a tiger tattoo on his body twisted and deformed and crawled off his body!
!
He's actually a superhuman!
Death Shooter's eyes widened.
This is a genuine Bengal tiger, with its colorful fur and terrifying fangs; it's like a scene from a fantasy novel!
Bain adopted a defensive stance.
The tiger charged toward Bane!
The tiger leaped up and pounced!
The tiger opened its fangs wide!
With a snap, Bane slid in and sent the tiger flying like a teacup dog that had been kicked, its bones broken and tendons snapped.
amount……
Oh, no problem, the tattooed man conjured up another mammoth! Amazing!
With a loud bang, the several-ton mammoth was overturned by Bane, whose punches dented its skull.
The tattooed man has conjured up another pack of wolves!
Total annihilation.
The tattooed man conjured up another chimpanzee!
It ended up like a slipknot.
The tattooed person has changed again...
"Damn it, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move!"
The tattooed man looked grim. He turned to Deathshooter and said, "Buy me some time."
Deathshot immediately agreed. Although the things the tattooed man conjured up were basically of no help to the situation, the man's superpowered identity gave Deathshot confidence.
"I can probably stall this monster for about 30 seconds," the Cheshire Cat said, her cool voice shining like moonlight on the battlefield: "as long as I don't engage him head-on."
Death Shooter chimed in from the side, "And if I interfere, that time could be extended to at least a minute."
"And I only need 20 seconds." The tattooed man trembled as Death Shooter saw a Western dragon tattoo twisting and struggling to detach from his chest.
This greatly boosted the confidence of the Death Shooter.
boom!
Bain slammed his fist into the ground, and the reinforced concrete floor exploded like a spider web. The Cheshire Cat dodged with a move that would put even an Olympian gymnast to shame, but the rubble splashed all over her, making her jump with fright.
"Cheshire Cat, will your jellyfish venom work on it?" Hearing her employer's question through the earpiece, Cheshire Cat inexplicably wrinkled her nose, even though her nose and face were hidden behind a mask and no one knew it.
She said sullenly, "I don't have any jellyfish toxins. Besides, toxins and cats don't go together at all."
"ha?"
Chen Tao was taken aback. In his mind, jellyfish venom should be the most distinctive feature of the Cheshire cat.
But he quickly stopped wasting any more words trying to distract Cheshire Cat, because Bane had already charged toward the tattooed man.
"Fire!"
Deadshot, scrambling and stumbling, kept trying to distract Bane: "Fuck, I knew this money wouldn't be so easy to earn!"
He yelled and cursed, "Where's the ventriloquist? You damned old bastard, where have you been hiding again? Come out and let's fight!"
Bain was enraged by the bullets that kept flying toward his eyes. The Deadshot looked up and saw the wreckage of a car spinning toward him like a flying card. He yelled and turned to run.
Finally! The tattooed man finished charging up!
A Western dragon burst forth from his chest!
Good heavens, this is a truly fantastical creature! It has jet-black scales, ugly wings, and can breathe fire. Deathshooter was moved to tears; finally—
Wait, why is this dragon only the size of a dog?
"Woof!"
As soon as the dragon appeared, it squatted down on the spot, snorted, stuck out its tongue like a dog, and made a purring sound.
???
"You bastard, are you kidding me???"
"I...I don't know what happened..." The tattooed man was sweating profusely. "This is the first time I've ever gotten such a fantastical tattoo..."
The next second, the fire-breathing dragon was crushed into a pulp by Bane.
"We're doomed."
Deathshooter's heart sank, and he turned and left without hesitation. There was no chance of victory anymore.
His peripheral vision swept across the battlefield, where the tattooed man had taken a solid punch from Bane, his limbs twisted like a rag doll, essentially finished.
The killer crocodile was covered in blood, lying there like a dead dog. There was no way to save it. Goodbye.
The Cheshire Cat, leaping and bounding like a monkey, dodged Bane's punches; its death was imminent.
"Deadshot, you have to save your teammates. Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc will soon be unable to fight back, you must..."
The Death Shooter remained silent, throwing his two submachine guns, rocket launcher, and a backpack full of ammunition and weapons on the ground to make it easier for him to escape.
He knew very well that if he ran away, Cheshire Cat and Killer Croc would surely die, and the entire newly formed Suicide Squad would be almost completely wiped out here, which was an outcome that the person behind the scenes could not accept.
He might face retaliation for deserting his post, damage his reputation, or suffer various serious consequences and troubles, but no matter what... it's better than dying on the spot!
"Hang in there a little longer!"
Death Shooter heard a whooshing sound in his headset, as if the other party was riding in some high-speed vehicle.
"Hold on for just one more minute, and in one minute... reinforcements will arrive!"
Upon hearing such ridiculous words from the other party, Death Shooter laughed in exasperation.
"Bullshit!" He didn't even realize that his voice was trembling.
He watched the muscular freak toss the car wreckage around like a toy:
"What kind of reinforcements could possibly deal with such a monster? Who else in Gotham City could possibly handle this beast?"
"Batman?"
(End of this chapter)