Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 663 Death is coming
Batman lay in a dark corner, his body exhausted, but still keeping his head clear. His eyes fell on the cold man named Deathstroke, and a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes. He knew that the only one who could save him at this time was Death Knell.

"Deathstroke, do you still accept employment?"

Batman asked with difficulty, his voice revealing a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before.

Deathstroke glanced at him, with a sneer on his lips.

"As long as you have money."

He replied, his voice cold and firm.

Batman paused, as if thinking about something.

He took a deep breath and expressed his request: "Find the dirty bomb and assist Death. Only he can save Gotham City now."

Deathstroke's one-eyed pupil shrank, obviously shocked by Batman's words. He has always maintained the habit of being a loner, rarely cooperating with others, let alone assisting others. But Batman's request made him feel an unprecedented pressure.

Batman would never ask for help easily, let alone say such words easily.

"It's not cheap."

Deathstroke said coldly.

Batman seemed to have anticipated his reaction, as he was silent for a moment before speaking a number that Deathstroke couldn't refuse.

Deathstroke turned to Batman and said, "Don't worry, I will find the dirty bomb. As for Death, I will contact him."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Batman lying alone on the ground, quietly waiting for rescue to arrive.

Before that, Batman had already informed his butler Alfred. Alfred is Batman's right-hand man. He is responsible for taking care of Batman's daily life and is also one of Batman's sources of intelligence.

He knew that Batman's current situation was very critical, so he immediately took action.

On the other hand, Bane was also very angry after learning that Batman was rescued. He felt that Deathstroke was really desperate. Even if he was just a mercenary, no matter how strong he was, could he be as strong as Bane?
"Death knell!" Bain roared, his voice full of anger and murderous intent. He decided to take action personally and kill Deathstroke and Batman together.

"Claw, find me Deathstroke and Batman!" Bane ordered to Claw. Talons are the capable officers sent by the Court of Owls. They have strong strength and efficient actions, and are one of Bain's most capable assistants.

The Talons immediately took action and began searching for traces of Deathstroke and Batman in every corner of Gotham City. They were indeed much more capable than most of Bain's men, and they soon discovered some clues.

Just then, Death came to the city hall with Catwoman and Thalia. Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding citizens, but everyone knew not to join in the fun, otherwise their lives would be in danger, so they fled one after another.

When Bane saw Death coming, he immediately forgot about Batman and Deathstroke. He knows that Death is one of Gotham's most mysterious and dangerous figures, and that his relationship with Batman has never been clear.

"You finally came."

Bain looked at the God of Death and said, with a complex emotion in his voice.

Death didn't answer him, just glanced at him coldly. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making Bain feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"I have found the dirty bomb." Luther's first words made Bain unable to hold back. He couldn't believe his ears, the news was too shocking to him.

"You're lying to me."

Bain said without changing his expression.

"The location of the dirty bomb is very good, just under the city hall. No one would have thought of this." Luther said with a contemptuous smile.

When Bain heard this, his heart was completely confused.

At this moment, the reporter who risked his life to live broadcast spread the situation at the scene.

Deathstroke, who was looking for the dirty bomb, also saw the live broadcast, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Death to find the location of the dirty bomb so quickly, which made him feel a little uneasy.

He originally thought the dirty bomb was hidden in a very secret place, but he didn't expect it to be hidden underground in the city hall. This place is crowded with people, and once it explodes, the consequences will be disastrous.

Batman, who was being moved back to the Batcave by Alfred, also saw the live broadcast, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you think I'm doing when I haven't shown up?"

Luther said with a contemptuous smile. There was a sense of confidence and calmness in his voice, as if he had everything under control.

Bain's face became very ugly. He knew that he had completely lost control of the situation, and all this was because of Luther's appearance. A strong murderous intention surged in his heart.

"Do you think finding a dirty bomb will stop me?"

Bain said coldly.

He really didn't expect Death to find the dirty bomb. Only he knew the location of the dirty bomb, so it should be foolproof.

But it doesn't matter, now I am Super Bain!
"kill him!"

Following his order, the Claw Killers pounced on him like hungry wolves. Their figures looked extremely eerie under the light, and the sharp claws in their hands shone with cold light, as if they could tear apart anything that stood in their way.

Bain's men were even more unafraid of death, and they injected large amounts of poison one after another. The poison spread rapidly in the body, causing their surface muscles to expand to an exaggerated degree. Their skin was taut, as if it was about to tear apart, and there was a faint metallic sheen. These poisons made them extremely violent, as if they had turned into bloodthirsty beasts.

In the city hall, the atmosphere instantly became tense. Everyone's breathing seemed to have stopped, and only the rapid footsteps and roars continued to echo.

However, in the face of this surging attack, the God of Death did not panic at all. His figure did not move, he just stood there quietly, like a towering mountain.

Suddenly, Death's black cloak suddenly swelled up, covering the sky like dark clouds in the dark night. The black cloak seemed to have infinite magic power and instantly turned into eight huge sharp blades. These sharp blades exude a sharp aura, as if they can cut through everything.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the God of Death waved the sharp blade in his hand. I saw a flash of cold light, and the eight sharp blades slashed thirty times in an instant. Each cut was extremely precise, as if it had been refined thousands of times.

Those Bain men and claw killers who rushed up had almost no resistance under the attack of thirty knives.

(End of this chapter)