EBE Chapter 129 Game Over
Chapter 129 Game Over
Chapter 129 Game Over
"The game is over, Batman," Bane said slowly, releasing his grip on Bruce's wrist.
Bruce's body slid down the stone wall to the ground, curling up like a wounded wild animal.
His arm hung limply at his side, twisted at an odd angle, clearly broken.
Blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the gravel on the ground with a soft sound.
But his eyes remained open, fixed on Bain, filled with resentment and anger.
"You'll never win." Bruce's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.
"Gotham will not yield, and justice will not be absent."
Bane laughed, a deep, manic laugh that echoed through the chamber: "Justice? What is that?"
"In the face of absolute power, justice is nothing but a self-deceiving lie."
"Enjoy your despair, Bruce Wayne."
"I will make Gotham remember my name, and remember the change I brought about."
Li Wei lay on the vent, watching Bruce's figure, a heavy sense of powerlessness rising in his heart.
Li Wei's pupils contracted due to extreme anxiety as he stared intently at the scene behind the vent grille.
His fingernails dug deep into the gaps in the metal grille, the cold touch doing nothing to ease the burning pain in his chest.
His muscles were taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and every breath he took was trembling, as if he were afraid of missing any change.
He could clearly hear his own heartbeat, heavy and rapid, drowning out the faint sound of airflow in the sealed room.
Bane gripped Bruce's black cloak tightly with his left hand, the fabric taut and groaning under the strain.
The force was so great that Bruce's body was forced to lean back, his neck stiffening into a noticeable arc.
Bain clenched his right fist into an iron fist, his muscles bulging to the extreme, and the veins on his arm coiling like dragons.
The fist slammed into the center of Bruce's back with a sharp, piercing sound, as if it had been precisely calculated.
A muffled thud, so dull it made your teeth ache, as if something had shattered in an instant.
Bruce's body arched violently, like a shrimp struck by a heavy hammer, all his struggles freezing instantly.
A broken sob escaped his throat, neither a painful roar nor a cry of resentment, but a mournful wail as his life force was instantly drained away.
The spine deformed slightly at a visible angle, losing all support, and the suit on the back was instantly soaked with cold sweat and seeping blood.
Li Wei felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and a suffocating sensation overwhelmed him.
He instinctively wanted to rush out, his body already leaning forward, but reason forcefully pulled him back.
His fingernails dug deep into his palms, the stinging pain keeping him conscious to the last shred of clarity—he couldn't act rashly.
Once exposed, it will not only fail to save Bruce, but will also plunge both of them into an abyss of no return.
Bruce's body went limp, like a boneless lump of mud, allowing Bane to drag him along by his cloak.
His hood slipped down, revealing his pale, almost translucent face, his eyes tightly closed, and fine beads of sweat clinging to his long eyelashes.
Dark red blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the ground, forming a series of intermittent blood spots.
The once upright body was now lifeless, each weak breath accompanied by the rise and fall of the chest, revealing the fragility of impending death.
Bane slowly released his grip on the cloak, letting Bruce's body collapse onto the cold, rocky ground.
He looked down at Bruce, who was curled up on the ground, his eyes behind the mask cold and cruel, carrying the mockery of a victor.
He slowly crouched down, his rough hands stroking Bruce's deformed back with an insulting disdain.
Then, he reached out and easily lifted the limp Bruce up by the waist, as if he were lifting a weightless doll.
"I broke the bat."
Bain's voice was deep and calm, yet it exploded like a thunderclap in the sealed room.
This statement contains no shouting, no boasting, only a cold statement of facts, yet it is more lethal than any vicious words.
Li Wei's eardrums were buzzing; the words echoed repeatedly in his mind like a curse, refusing to leave.
He knew that these words were not only for Bruce, but for all of Gotham—their hero of the night had fallen.
Bane, carrying Bruce, turned and walked towards the door of the secret room, his steps steady and composed, without the slightest hesitation.
His mercenaries were already waiting at the door. When they saw Bane carrying Bruce out, they all lowered their heads and showed expressions of awe.
No one spoke, and no one dared to look at Bruce even once. The only sounds in the corridor were Bane's heavy footsteps and Bruce's faint breathing.
Li Wei lay prone in the ventilation duct until their figures completely disappeared at the end of the passage before he dared to slowly breathe a sigh of relief; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately climbed out of the ventilation duct, his movements as light as a cat at night.
When it landed, its knees were slightly bent to cushion the impact, and it made no sound.
He quickly adjusted his stealth suit, making sure there were no clues that would give him away, and then quietly followed in the direction Bane had gone.
The passageway was filled with a mixture of musty and bloody smells, and every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, fraught with unknown dangers.
Using the rock depressions and discarded metal parts on both sides of the passage as cover, Li Wei carefully moved forward.
He walked very lightly, almost silently, and his breathing was as calm as possible.
He kept a close eye on his surroundings, watching out for any potential mercenary patrols.
He knew that if he were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable; not only would he be unable to save Bruce, but he himself would also be in dire straits.
The passage leads to a hidden underground tunnel, which is clearly an escape route planned by Bane in advance.
There was a dim emergency light every so often in the tunnel, the light flickering and casting shadows that seemed to grow longer and shorter.
Bain was not far ahead, his mercenaries divided into two teams, one in front and one behind, forming a tight guard formation.
Li Wei dared not get too close, and could only follow at a distance, using the curves and obstacles in the tunnel to hide himself.
At the end of the tunnel is a hidden metal door that leads directly to the woods behind Wayne Manor.
The night was deep, and the woods were pitch black, with only faint moonlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled spots of light.
Bane carried Bruce and walked briskly along the path in the woods without stopping.
Li Wei followed closely behind, using the trees as cover to cleverly avoid the mercenaries' sight, not daring to relax his guard in the slightest.
Soon, they arrived at the parking lot at the edge of the woods, where several black SUVs were already waiting.
Bain gently placed Bruce in the back seat of one of the cars, his movements rough yet carrying a morbid "caution".
A mercenary immediately stepped forward and used specially made restraints to secure Bruce's body to the seat to prevent him from waking up midway.
Bain opened the car door, got into the passenger seat, and said coldly to the driver, "To downtown, to the rooftop of Wayne Tower."
The SUV started up, and the roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Li Wei immediately sped back to his pickup truck, which was hidden in the woods, started the engine, and followed the SUV at a distance.
He dared not get too close, maintaining a safe distance and using the darkness and the vehicles on the street as cover.
He clutched the car radio tightly in his hand, ready to contact Gordon at any moment, yet hesitated, knowing that contacting him now would only alert Gordon.
The SUV sped along the highway, heading towards downtown Gotham City.
Along the way, a few citizens returning home late at night saw the convoy pass by and hurriedly scrambled to the side of the road in fear.
Some citizens recognized Bane's mercenary attire, their faces filled with despair, and they turned and ran.
Watching this scene, Li Wei felt a heavy sense of powerlessness wash over him; the fear of Gotham had seeped into his very bones.
When we arrived in the city center, it was already dark. The lights of Wayne Tower were still shining brightly, but they exuded a cold loneliness.
Bain's convoy drove directly to the Wayne Tower's underground parking garage, and then took an elevator to the rooftop.
Li Wei parked the pickup truck in a secluded alley not far away, quickly got out, and ran towards Wayne Tower.
He knew what Bane was going to do—he was going to publicly announce Batman's fall in the heart of Gotham.
Li Wei quickly climbed upwards along the fire escape of Wayne Building.
The stairwell was pitch black, with only the emergency lights casting a faint glow that illuminated his hurried footsteps.
His lungs were burning with pain, and he was already exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, not daring to stop for even a moment.
With each floor he climbed, his heart pounded harder, and an ominous premonition spread through his mind.
Finally, he climbed to the entrance on the rooftop, carefully pushed open a crack, and looked out.
On the rooftop platform, Bane's mercenaries had already set up a defensive line, guns in hand, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
Bain stood on the edge of the rooftop, all alone, overlooking the city's night view below.
Bruce was left lying on the ground, still unconscious, his body curled up like a piece of discarded trash.
The wind was strong on the rooftop, making Levi's hair disheveled and Bane's black combat suit flutter loudly.
A number of citizens had gathered on the street below, attracted by the commotion on the rooftop, and looked up to see what was happening.
Some people took out their phones, turned on the cameras, and filmed the rooftop, their faces showing a mixture of curiosity and fear.
Some people looked uneasy and subconsciously backed away, as if they had a premonition of something terrible about to happen.
Bane slowly bent down, stretched out his arms, and lifted Bruce up around the waist again.
His movements remained brutal, showing no regard for Bruce's injuries, causing Bruce's body to twist at an unnatural angle.
He walked to the edge of the rooftop and suspended Bruce's body in mid-air, with dozens of stories of empty space below.
The citizens below gasped in surprise, and some covered their eyes in fright, unable to watch any longer.
"Gotham, look at your hero." Bane's voice was amplified by the rooftop loudspeaker, echoing throughout the city center.
The voice was cold and cruel, filled with sarcasm, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of every citizen.
"You depend on him, you worship him, thinking that he can protect you forever."
"But now, he's just a loser, a piece of trash I easily defeated."
Li Wei hid at the entrance, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from his fingertips, but he was completely unaware.
He tried to rush out and stop Bane, but several mercenaries blocked his way.
He could only watch helplessly as Bane shoved Bruce's body forward.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment; all sounds disappeared, leaving only Bruce's falling figure.
Bruce's body fell freely through the night sky, his black suit billowing in the wind like a bat with broken wings.
His mask fell off during his descent, revealing Bruce Wayne's pale and haggard face, clearly visible to all the citizens.
The citizens below let out a series of piercing screams, and some people fled in panic, causing even greater chaos.
Some people were still filming with their phones, their lenses fixed on the falling figure, their eyes filled with numb curiosity.
Li Wei roared and unleashed all his strength, punching the mercenary blocking his way to the ground.
Ignoring the gunshots and shouts behind him, he frantically rushed to the edge of the rooftop, looking in the direction where Bruce had fallen.
Bruce's body crashed heavily onto the open ground below with a dull thud, sending dust flying.
The surrounding citizens were so frightened that they retreated, forming a circular clearing around Bruce's body.
Without the slightest hesitation, Li Wei turned and rushed toward the fire escape, his steps so fast he almost fell over.
His mind went blank, with only one thought remaining: save him, he had to save him.
The footsteps in the stairwell were hurried and chaotic; he could even hear the mercenaries chasing after him.
With each floor he descended, his heart pounded with anxiety, fearing that Bruce had stopped breathing.
Finally, he rushed out of the Wayne Tower and into the chaotic crowd.
Citizens scattered and pushed each other, some falling to the ground and groaning in pain.
Li Wei nimbly weaved through the crowd, avoiding fleeing citizens and fallen obstacles.
His gaze was fixed on the figure on the open ground, each step feeling like he was walking on a knife's edge.
Bane's mercenaries have arrived and are trying to disperse the crowd in order to take Bruce away.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Levi rushed to Bruce's side, ignoring the mercenaries' guns, crouched down, and quickly checked Bruce's condition.
Bruce was covered in blood, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
His spine still maintained its strange curve, and there were obvious signs of bone folds in his arms and legs. He remained motionless.
"Get out of the way!" Li Wei roared at the mercenaries beside him, his voice hoarse and desperate.
He lifted Bruce's body, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable strength.
Bruce's body was so light, it was heartbreaking, as if it would break at the slightest pressure.
He rested Bruce's head on his shoulder, using his body to shield his wound from being bumped by the chaotic crowd.
Holding Bruce, Levi charged back into the chaotic crowd, heading towards his pickup truck.
The mercenaries behind him opened fire, bullets whizzing past him and hitting the ground, sending sparks flying.
He dared not look back, and could only run forward desperately, using the crowd as cover to evade the bullets.