radicalducati Chapter 350 I'm waiting for Superman, what are you waiting for?
Chapter 350 I'm waiting for Superman, what are you waiting for?
Chapter 350 I'm waiting for Superman, what are you waiting for?
Batman is currently bound hand and foot in a dark, sunless cell.
His current predicament can be traced back to his earlier pursuit of the assassin with the metal arm.
Batman's pursuit was not smooth sailing, and his opponent was not without ability, at least his counter-surveillance capabilities were outstanding.
Batman was discovered halfway there and forced to engage in a firefight with him.
After using the bat cloak to deflect most of the bullets, the next step was close-quarters combat.
After a round of fighting, Batman could only sigh that the opponent's mechanical arm was really strong, and even he would have to put in some effort to defeat it.
After mentally listing seven or eight ways to disable the opponent's mechanical arm, Batman, in the midst of the fight, feigned an opening and was struck squarely on the forehead by the mechanical arm, losing consciousness.
Since the investigation has already been completed, in order not to alert the enemy and cut off the lead, the only option is to find the enemy's secret base in a different way.
As Batman expected, the assassin with the metal arm did not choose to end his life on the spot, but instead took him back to an operations base.
Just as he was secretly investigating Hydra, Hydra was also very interested in this mysterious person they had never met before.
From the conversations of the other people in the base, Batman learned that the person he had just been tracking was called the Winter Soldier.
"Who are you?!"
This is a leader within the base, seemingly in charge, pressing Batman for details: "Tell me the truth!"
Batman's answer was equally concise and clear; he truly told the truth: "I am Batman."
The interrogator was naturally dissatisfied with this answer, and in a fit of rage, he reached out to remove Batman's helmet that concealed his face:
"I hope you'll still be this stubborn later!"
For Hydra, which shares resources with S.H.I.E.L.D. and has extensive connections, simply removing Batman's mask and seeing his face is enough to pinpoint his true identity through their system.
"Don't act all tough. Once we find out who you are, your family, friends, partners, colleagues, and anyone else you care about will know what happens when you go against Hydra."
These masked fighters may possess an iron will, and torture would be a waste of time for them, but their families may not be.
However, what the Hydra leader didn't expect was that things would go wrong when he lifted the Batman mask.
With a hiss, the outer edge of the Batman helmet sprayed out a stream of gas the instant he touched and pulled it, hitting the Hydra leader who was trying to catch a glimpse of Batman's face.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough! This—"
Before the interrogator could finish speaking, he fell backward into the mist and drifted off to sleep, breathing steadily.
To protect his identity beneath the mask, Batman's visor is filled with a neurotoxin, concentrated and in a dose strong enough to take down a behemoth like Killer Croc or Bane.
The Hydra leader was just an ordinary person. He was hit by this attack and died on the spot without even having a chance to call for help.
Goodnight, you might need 48 hours of sleep.
Batman, covered in tiny contraptions and practically a living hedgehog, looked at the completely unconscious interrogator and quickly launched into a sarcastic remark to ensure that others could hear him and take over his duties.
As for the fact that the one-time-use mechanism under the mask has stopped working, to be honest, Batman doesn't care at all these days.
What good will it do if the other person takes off their mask and sees their own face clearly?
Whether it's the universe of Superman Joey Kent or the universe of Iron Man Tony Stark, beneath Batman's mask lies a non-existent person.
"What trick have you pulled this time!"
Two more Hydra agents joined the team, and these two were so careless that they hadn't even changed out of their S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms, and still had a hawk emblem pinned to their collars.
After reviewing the surveillance footage, the two Hydra agents, unaware that the neurotoxin mechanism on the mask was disposable, suddenly had a new idea and set their sights on the multi-purpose bat belt that Batman wore around his waist.
The bat belt was covered with a variety of items, including batarangs, smoke bombs, and bombs, and the pockets on it were still full of unknown contents. It was best to take it off quickly, lest this bat monster cause any more trouble.
This shows that the two, as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, have a certain level of professionalism, but not much.
Because the next second, one of them took the initiative and tried to open a clasp on the outer pocket of the bat belt.
"Don't--"
Before Batman could stop them, a series of crackling electric shocks came from the other end, and the agent who was trying to unlock the clasp was electrocuted and rendered useless on the spot.
Yes, the Bat Belt also has a mechanism, and this high-pressure trap is not a one-time thing; it can be triggered multiple times. After a certain number of triggers, the belt may even self-destruct.
"I already warned you—"
Even Batman was speechless at this scene.
He pretended to be captured and infiltrated the enemy's base, hoping to extract some useful information while being interrogated, and then take them all down with him.
How come the other side has already lost two members before the interrogation even started?
Still shaken, the surviving agent finally lost his temper and punched Batman in the stomach with all his might.
"Tell me! How exactly did you open this belt?!"
Batman grunted; this kind of blow was still too childish for him.
"There's nothing you're looking for in your belt. Why can't you just ask me directly?"
Without interrogation, how can Batman extract information?
"Aren't you really planning to ask anything?"
This was the first time in Batman's life that he had been so open, even revealing his true identity as Batman. Hydra, please continue to ask questions!
"Hmph! How dare you underestimate Hydra's technology!"
Ignoring Batman's provocation, the agent retrieved insulated gloves and other equipment, carefully lifted the Batbelt, and began to study how to decipher its mechanism:
"Just you wait, I'll soon crack your belt and find out what you're hiding!"
As for the interrogation of Batman, since the interrogation expert has already failed, it's better to put it on hold for now and wait for a decision from higher authorities.
Seeing that his attempts to get information out of him were futile, Batman had no choice but to give up and began to secretly stretch his muscles.
Unexpectedly, this agent was quite skilled; he quickly bypassed an ordinary mechanism and removed a red button from the buckle of the bat belt.
He held the button in front of Batman's eyes: "What's this? A transmitter?"
"You're right, it can send simple signals to the outside world."
Batman wasn't surprised at all that the person in front of him could take off the transmitter; it was placed in the most conspicuous and convenient position anyway.
"You're still thinking of sending your coordinates so someone will come to rescue you?"
Having figured out the transmitter's function, the Hydra agent grinned and began introducing the interrogation room, built to S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 6 standards, to Batman:
"You'd better give up on that idea. Look at the walls around you; they're made of a composite of lead, iron-nickel alloy, and nickel-copper alloy. This design is strong enough to detect any signal from someone trying to escape this room, and even prisoners!"
After explaining all this, the Hydra agent looked into Batman's eyes, but could only see indifference.
"You don't believe me? Or are you still going to live?"
Unable to elicit the desired emotion, the Hydra agent felt somewhat discouraged. He raised his hand to the red button and pressed it:
"Then I'll prove it to you!"
"Please don't—"
Before Batman could finish speaking, the agent in front of him had already pressed the big red button.
"Sigh." This immediately discouraged Batman; he was utterly impressed by the man's indecisiveness. "You guys have really ruined everything!"
For Batman, this hunt for Hydra can be considered a Batman-style warm-up.
Originally, this was just a standard Batman-style infiltration and escape operation: pretend to be captured, enter the base, extract information, escape, and wipe them all out.
Batman was very familiar with this process; when he was captured, he had even roughly planned two or three escape routes.
Unexpectedly, these Hydra heroes were incredibly efficient. The normal mortal difficulty level was no longer enough for them; they insisted on a god-level challenge.
"Still being stubborn!"
The Hydra agent had no idea what Batman was planning, and went up to deliver the final blow: "You'd better be prepared to rot here!"
All he knew was that after pressing the button, nothing would happen; all electromagnetic signals were blocked, and no one could possibly discover that Batman was imprisoned here.
Before the Hydra agent could even lower his hand, the seemingly indestructible wall inside the base cracked open, and a human figure emerged from the impact of a red and blue afterimage.
Joey reached out and grabbed the other man's wrist, using all his strength to control his power, and slapped the Hydra man to the ground.
At the same time, he didn't forget to snatch the large red round button from the other person's hand and crush it to pieces with a snap in his hand:
"It's fucking noisy!"
Kryptonians' hearing makes them overly sensitive to these sound waves, as annoying as hearing the noise of a power drill being turned on upstairs for renovations early on a day off.
So much so that Joey was fully motivated to follow the sound directly to the door and slap the noise maker in person.
"I warned you not to press it."
Batman, who had been firmly strapped to the chair, had somehow managed to break free and was leisurely putting the removed belt back around his waist.
"That transmitter doesn't emit any electromagnetic signals; it only releases specific high-frequency sound waves that are beyond the range of human hearing, and only certain creatures can hear them."
As for who this "special creature" is, that's self-evident.
"Ouch!" The Hydra agent, who had been thrown to the ground, groaned in pain.
No matter how much Joey controlled his strength, this reverse throw still dislocated half of his arm. He seemed to be starting to understand what had happened.
It's just that it's really too late.
Batman stepped on the agent's shoulder, lifted the latter's dislocated arm with one hand, and snapped it back into place amidst a scream.
After doing all this, Batman began his interrogation:
"Now it's my turn to ask you."
"Don't even think about it!" Despite the excruciating pain, the Hydra agent did not yield; instead, he shouted the slogan he had fought for:
"Long live Hydra!"
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"—You weren't waiting for this, were you?"
Batman pointed to the miniature bomb in Joey's hand: "This might have worked before, but it stopped working after you pressed that button."
"What—Aaaaaaaah!"
Without further ado, Batman used one hand to rip off the agent's newly reattached arm with a snap, amidst Hydra's incredulous questions, eliciting countless screams.
After two screams, Batman snapped his arm back into place.
After all, no one knows interrogation better than Batman:
"I hope you'll still be this stubborn later!"