American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 34 Good Teammates

Chapter 34 Good Teammates

Solvents made from reed roots can kill any plant.

When Chen Tao transformed back into human form from the Batmobile, he saw the once arrogant Botanist lying peacefully on the ground, fast asleep, as serene as a baby.

"it's over."

He said.

Everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally. They surrounded the unconscious Poison Ivy, and Harley was tearfully bandaging her wounds. Although Poison Ivy, who had only been knocked unconscious, did not have any obvious wounds and did not need bandaging, Harley clearly did not think so.

Deadshot and Cheshire Cat stood together, panting, carefully removing their protective suits stained with green solvent.

"Damn it, Batman, if you could just pour that acid rain right here, why didn't you just do it in the first place?"

"Even if we wanted to save that professor, we could have just rescued him and run, then dumped the weed killer here. Why bother with this whole fuss of a direct confrontation?"

Deadshot silently cursed to himself. Given his personality, he would have already started swearing at any other employer, but facing Batman, he didn't dare utter those words aloud.

and many more.

Deathshooter suddenly realized a problem:

Is Batman an idiot?

Deathshooter looked around at the swampy landscape, where almost all the vegetation had died.

Two waves of herbicides were applied in succession. If the initial salt water herbicide offered any chance of survival, the reed root solution was practically sulfuric acid to these plants. Even trees made of iron couldn't withstand such devastation.

Poison Ivy fell into a coma.

Having taken a direct hit from the Plant Master without any warning, it seemed... she had been completely knocked into a state of shock. Death Shooter didn't think she would wake up anytime soon.

Everyone's attention seemed to be focused on Poison Ivy.

"And at least here and now, the power of the green of all things has fallen to its lowest point," Chen Tao thought to himself.

He appeared to turn and walk towards Poison Ivy, leaving the Botanist behind, but he was secretly observing the positions of the others.

Deadshot and Cheshire Cat stand together, the two of them standing in the distance.

The dog welder was sitting on the ground, straightening his twisted limbs.

Count Vertigo stood beside Poison Ivy and said to Harley, "If you want to wake her up, I think you should..."

Could it be him?

Could it be him?

Could it be Count Vertigo?

No... there's one more candidate.

Chen Tao turned slightly to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ms. Vic walking out of the woods.

The beautiful mercenary from England looked utterly exhausted. A dark red mark appeared on her muscular, fair thigh, like a plastic bottle left on the pristine snow after the first snowfall in early January.

On her blindfolded blonde head, her beautiful face and large, sapphire-blue eyes revealed a deep weariness, as if she were lamenting her unfortunate mercenary career.

This woman, who had been a bystander, slacking off, the unluckiest, and the least noticeable throughout the entire battle, saw the Plant Master lying on the ground as soon as she arrived at Chen Tao's group.

"Well, yeah, you've finally met your match!"

She rushed to the plant master's side, looked at the motionless plant master with her calm, spring-like eyes, and then kicked him in his riddled body: "You're killing me! You damned, cursed green, your filthy and foul-smelling vitality—"

She kicked him repeatedly, while Chen Tao watched her performance with indifference.

Everyone else's attention was drawn to Harley Quinn's wailing and screaming, but Deathshooter, while outwardly looking at Poison Ivy, secretly kept his hand on his gun.

"How disgusting, how disgusting! You awful green!"

The beautiful and elegant English noblewoman vented her anger without any regard for her image.

"Just looking at you makes me want to vomit!"

One, two, three...

Glug!

Suddenly, one of the beautiful woman's eyes fell off. The vascular bundle of the eyeball was stretched out violently, like a spider web, barely holding the eyeball together. Half of her fair and delicate face collapsed like melted wax, revealing the rotten and foul-smelling dark red muscle fibers inside. Her high kicking foot also transformed into sharp, segmented limbs like some kind of insect in that instant.

This time, it wasn't a woman's soft, seductive voice, but a mixture of multiple reverberations, filled with hysterical hatred and the howling of an owl:

"I really want it—"

"I'll kill you!!!"

Everyone seemed caught off guard by this sudden turn of events. One after another, canine teeth like goat's fangs burst from the mouth of the monster draped in woman's skin, tearing the skin apart. It was about to pounce on the Plant Master's immobilized body—this was the opportunity he had painstakingly awaited—and then—

呲!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!

A tremendous electric current surged through his body in an instant, and he staggered back two steps: "What happened? You—"

brush! !

Frost from Mr. Freeze erupted on his body, freezing half of his body before he could launch an attack; then a violent explosion of flames burst from his chest, white phosphorus piercing through his flesh and burning the other half of his body into a torch.

The monster tumbled and leaped, collapsing to the ground and rolling around, crying out, "Impossible! What happened? How could you...?"

Has anyone ever told you—never to catch Batman's batarang?

Amidst the raging flames and the chilling cold, the monster's dark gray, dead-like—no, or rather, dead-like—eyes stared intently at another indifferent-faced monster.

"If you can't even catch Batman's darts, then what makes you think you have the courage to accept the weapon Batman gives you?"

Death Shooter felt an urge to throw away all the weapons he was carrying. The thought of running around with all those deadly things made his legs tremble.

No wonder Batman insisted that everyone be armed to the teeth. Even Weld Dog and Earl of Vertigo, who were not good at using firearms, were forced to carry some explosives and grenades, ostensibly to increase their ammunition reserves.

So that's what they were waiting for! He knew Batman was up to no good, but no matter how much he underestimated Batman's moral bottom line, he still couldn't have imagined this—we're teammates, after all!

Is it reasonable to directly install self-destruct countermeasures on teammates' weapons?

Batman! Are you ready? You can do it anytime—

Killing your teammates!

"Let me see... the surge effect gun."

"Freeze grenades, mini flamethrower pistols..."

"Oh, and ultrasonic rocket launchers too."

Chen Tao snapped his fingers, and the next second, the rocket launcher exploded on the monster's body, the intense ultrasonic waves shattering half of its cheek into pieces.

"Foolish fellow. Why didn't you ever suspect that these weapons were so heavy?"

"You didn't notice anything; you're incredibly stupid. Just like now, why didn't you notice that there's a... at your feet?"

"Carefully buried soybean seeds?"

Poison Ivy opened her eyes.

(End of this chapter)