Chapter 1435: Research on Manipulation (End)

Bruce was awakened by chaotic and noisy sounds. He heard the footsteps of armed personnel rushing in together, just like the chaotic footsteps he heard outside the window when gangs were fighting in many nights he spent in Cat Getan's East End.

Instantly, the damp, moldy smell in the cramped room and the atmosphere when the moonlight and night wind moved the curtains as usual returned.

Bruce woke up. He heard someone cursing, possibly Amanda. She took Bane away and locked him into the harsh sensory deprivation cell again.

Bruce couldn't make an accurate judgment, because the hallucination like taking drugs hadn't disappeared yet. He had cleared less than one-tenth of the pile of redundant code he had made for himself. Perhaps for a long time to come, he would be accompanied by hallucinations.

But Bruce felt it was very worth it, because he had just figured out one thing—the key to how Schiller had been manipulating him.

But first, he had to find Bane.

Bruce hadn't entirely failed to hear the words Bane said to him. It was just that at that time he was busy typing code and had no time to reply, but all the words were recorded truthfully. When he withdrew from the bottom layer of his mental space, he began to ponder the information in it carefully.

What was most striking wasn't Bane telling his own life story. Bruce had actually guessed some of it. What really interested Bruce was the method Bane spoke of before killing him.

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

"Hello, Bane."

Bane considered his emotional control ability to be very good. Years of torture made him as cold as a piece of iron, but when Bruce's light tone appeared outside the door, the muscles in his arms still tightened involuntarily. The anger made him urgently want to tear something apart.

"I won't say anything. This is my return to you." Bane said so.

"Nothing, I just wanted to come and 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 didn't have as deep knowledge in psychiatry as he did in surgery, which made him feel that he regretted not having enough books when he needed them.

"Listen, based on this item, I boldly infer that you might have common sense in surgery, and your technique is much better than those doctors who stuck tubes into your brain, because the spine is the most precise part of the human body."

"I only agree with your last sentence." Bane's voice still hid anger: "Therefore, when destroying it, it's like destroying a piece of exquisite art."

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

"Much more than you imagine, boy."

"Very good." Bruce reached out and patted the door and said: "Now I will save you, and then I will take you to a laboratory. There will be an operating table and all the equipment used for surgery, absolutely more advanced than all the equipment you have ever seen, because I participated in the design and layout of this laboratory."

"There is a special container in this laboratory, which contains a kind of nano-control device, which is installed on the human spine. It can completely control human actions through some principles I said you wouldn't understand. I need you to install them on my spine."

Bane was completely silent.

"Do you really know what you are saying?" After a while, Bane opened his mouth, his tone revealing a doubt he had never had before. He was silent for a while, and then he asked somewhat hesitantly: "Are you crazy?"

"I am."

Bane felt that silence was no longer suitable for expressing his current thoughts. He seemed to adjust his posture and said: "If I heard correctly, you intend to let a mercenary who just framed you into the special confinement cell, kills without blinking, and just said he wanted to kill you, perform a surgery on you, and let him hold a sharp knife and do whatever he wants in the most precise bone part of your human body?"

"I won't use anesthesia."

"You are indeed crazy."

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"No, why would I do this?" Bane panted a few times and cursed in an almost inaudible voice: "Damn, no wonder Deathstroke told me Cat Getan is full of lunatics!"

"Don't you want to know how I transformed Cat Getan? You help me perform the surgery, and I will tell you."

"Childish trick."

"Then are you going to do it or not?"

"Plus how you defeated loneliness."

"I can't guarantee this. At any moment, I rarely feel lonely. In my opinion, that isn't something that needs to be defeated."

"Why?" Bane's tone was already full of thick doubt.

"Since I went to college, I have been busier than you can imagine, but I don't want to talk about this part very much now. I will ask you one last time, are you going to do it or not?"

"Deal."

About half an hour later, the two arrived in a laboratory. Bane looked at the situation here, finally let his gaze fall on Bruce's face, and asked: "When do you intend to take off this ridiculous bandage?"

"Why should I take it off?"

"Do you think there is still a need for disguise?"

"I am not disguising." Bruce said while slowly starting to untie the bandages wrapped around his neck.

When seeing Bruce's face, Bane's pupils shrank. He called out his name: "Bruce Wei En?"

This wasn't because he didn't know Batman was Bruce Wei En. In fact, Bane had long known this in his investigation. He called Bruce's name because he couldn't be sure the person opposite was Bruce.

Three long scars lay across Bruce's face, one passing through the end of the brow bone from the forehead to the temple, one splitting the nose and occupying half of the cheek, and one from the left corner of the mouth to the neck. From all angles, it looked very ferocious and terrifying.

"Before entering prison, Amanda would definitely check my injuries. Using dyes or makeup technology is useless, but a long time ago, my soul strength increased a bit, so my self-healing ability is stronger than ordinary people. Perhaps it will take a few months to recover, but it won't leave scars."

Bruce explained in detail, which was very rare, but it wasn't for the sake of explanation. Then he emphasized: "So, you don't have to worry about your surgical level. Under normal circumstances, I won't die."

Bane stood silently in place, looking at Bruce's face and saying: "I want to ask a question you once asked me—what is your home like?"

"It is a manor... Let's start."

Bruce took off his shirt, lay on the central experimental table, pointed to the cabinet next to it, and said: "The tools are all there. What you have to do is cut open my back, let at least three-quarters of the spine be completely exposed, and then pour that jar of things directly on it."

"The only difficulty is that you cannot destroy 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 to, you can do it, because after the nano-controller is connected, whether the spine is broken or not doesn't affect the use."

"Lunatic."

Bane went to get the tools. Bruce lay on the bed and always felt that he had missed something. Usually, he wouldn't have such worries, because at that time his brain was very clear.

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 who had taken drugs, so it was difficult to guarantee whether he had forgotten something.

When Bane stood beside him, he almost blocked all the light. His hand holding the scalpel didn't hesitate, directly cutting toward Bruce's back, and then it didn't cut open.

Bane widened his eyes slightly. He used more force, then stared suspiciously at Bruce's back and said: "What do you have on you?"

"What do I have?"

"A layer of invisible fabric, very tough. The maintenance of this scalpel is quite good, but I didn't feel any feedback of damage."

Bruce suddenly remembered what he had forgotten. In order to prevent him from being hurt, Diana, Clark, Hal, Oliver, and others forcibly put a divine-like piece of clothing on him.

"Wait a moment." Bruce tried hard to concentrate and gave an order to this piece of clothing containing divine power. His friends said before that this method could take off the clothing. After all, this was a protective measure, not handcuffs. Bruce should have the freedom to handle it.

Thanks to their reasonableness, Bruce soon made the back part of the clothing disappear.

Bane made the first cut. Immediately after, he used exquisite technique to almost dissect Bruce's entire spine.

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

"Try what?"

"Break my spine."

Bane took a deep breath. He glanced at the jar. The nano-liquid surging inside was like silver waves. He pressed one hand on the lid of the jar, turned his head to look at Bruce's slightly unfocused eyes, and said.

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

"I have seen one. No big problem."

Bane was speechless. While opening the jar and pouring those things in, he said: "I hope the one you saw wasn't a Cat Getan psychologist."

In the laboratory of Cat Getan University, Victor held his wife's waist, pressed the wound on his face, and gasped. Schiller threw the replaced bandage into the trash can and said: "You should know that I don't have experience in surgery, right?"

"Thanks, just found out."

Nora smiled and looked at Schiller with slightly curved eyes, saying: "You might want to ask why the job of changing the dressing wasn't done by me. The fact is, I am even worse than having no surgical experience."

"Yeah, you have a veterinarian qualification certificate."

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

Nora's smile always carried a kind of coldness. That wasn't because she was in a bad mood, it was just her temperament. Schiller didn't doubt at all that Nora was only like a gentle and virtuous wife when lying in the freezing cabin. The rest of the time, she might be more like Mr. Freeze than Victor.

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

Victor immediately looked at Schiller. Victor, who was familiar with Schiller, knew very well that something must have exceeded his expectations.

Nora raised her voice and said: "Someone wants to implant the remaining nano-controllers into other people's bodies. They are doing it... It's too late, the nerve connection is complete!"

Schiller disappeared in front of the two instantly.

In the space base, Diana was supporting her cheek with her hand, flipping through the materials in front of her somewhat boredly. The next second, she raised her head.

The sound of the coffee cup rolling off the side of her hand to the ground attracted Hal and Clark. They all turned to look at Diana.

Diana first widened her eyes, then frowned and said: "The divine power on Bruce's armor tells me that he is injured, somewhere on Earth. Go quickly!"

After several people hurried to the sky above the destination, they only saw that the Florence Super Prison, located on the barren land, was foggy. ===== CHAPTER 1436 =====