American comics: Only I know the plot

Chapter 112 Secret Infiltration

His hands were behind his back, his expression was indifferent, and his gaze slowly swept over the surrounding environment, as if he were inspecting his own territory.

His mercenaries followed closely behind him, their expressions respectful and showing no sign of slackening, clearly displaying great awe towards him.

Soon, Bain and his mercenaries arrived at the entrance of Francis's armory.

The warehouse doors were tightly shut, and two of Francis's men stood guard at the entrance.

When they saw Bane and his mercenaries, their faces turned deathly pale, and their eyes filled with terror.

They instinctively raised their guns, but due to extreme tension, their hands trembled uncontrollably, and they couldn't even pull the trigger.

"Put down your gun."

Bain's voice was deep and cold, like a roar from hell.

The voice came through the mask, carrying a powerful sense of oppression that instantly drowned out all other sounds around it.

His gaze fell on the two men under Francis's command, his eyes cold and unwavering.

Just one glance was enough to make those two henchmen tremble, as if they were being watched by the Grim Reaper.

The two of Francis's men looked at Bane with icy eyes.

Feeling the suffocating pressure emanating from him, I could no longer hold on.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, begging for mercy.

"My lord, please spare us! We didn't know it was you! We'll never do it again! Please forgive us!"

Bain didn't speak, but simply raised his hand slightly, gesturing to one of the mercenaries beside him.

The mercenary immediately stepped forward and grabbed one of Francis's men by the collar.

He lifted him up roughly, his eyes cold, and without the slightest hesitation, punched him in the face.

Francis's henchman screamed, blood instantly seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his body went limp to the ground, losing consciousness.

Another of Francis's men, seeing his companion fall, was terrified and kept kowtowing, his pleas for mercy growing more and more urgent.

"My lord, spare my life! Please spare me! I'm willing to submit to you, I'm willing to do anything for you, please don't kill me!"

"Where are Francis's men?"

Bain's voice remained cold and devoid of any pity. His gaze fell on the subordinate who was kowtowing and begging for mercy, and his tone carried a hint of impatience.

"Where is the key to the arms depot? Tell me the truth and I might spare your life; otherwise, this is what will happen to you."

"They're...in the warehouse. There are a dozen or so brothers waiting inside. The key...the key is with me."

The subordinate quickly pulled a key from his pocket, presented it to Bain with both hands, and said with a hint of fear in his voice.

"My lord, I've confessed everything, please spare me!"

Bain nodded slightly, gesturing for the mercenary beside him to take the key.

The mercenary took the key, walked to the warehouse door, and opened it.

The warehouse door creaked open, revealing a dark interior filled with the smell of gunpowder and rust.

Bain went in first, followed closely by his mercenaries.

He aimed his gun at every corner of the warehouse, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

Li Wei lay on the roof, carefully observing the situation inside the warehouse through the ventilation openings.

The warehouse was very large and filled with a large amount of weaponry—guns, ammunition, grenades, rocket launchers, and everything else imaginable.

These items were neatly arranged on the shelves, gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.

Inside the warehouse, a dozen or so of Francis's men sat together, looking flustered and whispering amongst themselves.

They had clearly learned of Francis's murder, but didn't know what to do.

When they saw Bane and his mercenaries walk in, their faces turned deathly pale, and they all stood up.

Although they instinctively tried to grab the guns around them, Bane's mercenaries aimed their guns at them, giving them no chance to fight back.

"Don't move!"

Bain's voice was cold and authoritative, coming through the mask and echoing throughout the warehouse.

"Francis is dead. From today onwards, his arms network, and you all, are all under my control."

Those who are willing to submit to me, I can spare your lives and give you even more benefits than Francis gave you.

Those who refuse to submit to me face certain death!

Francis's men in the warehouse looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and hesitation.

They knew that Francis was dead, and they had lost their protector.

Bane is incredibly powerful and has a large number of mercenaries under his command, so they are no match for him.

If they submit to Bane, they might survive and even reap benefits.

If they refuse to submit, they will likely end up like Francis, killed on the spot.

"I submit! I am willing to submit to you, sir!"

Soon, one of Francis's men realized what was happening.

He immediately put down the gun in his hand, knelt down, and kowtowed to Bane, begging for mercy.

"Please, sir, take me in! I am willing to serve you, even at the cost of my life!"

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

The remaining Francis's men all put down their guns.

They knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy from Bain, expressing their willingness to submit to him.

They are all sycophants who don't care who their master is in order to survive and gain benefits.

These guys don't care who their master is; they'll submit to whoever is the strongest.

Bain looked at Francis's men kneeling on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion, and nodded slightly.

"Very good, from today onwards, you are my people."

Remember, follow me, do your job well, and you'll reap the rewards.

But if anyone dares to betray me, or tries anything funny, I will make sure they die a horrible death!

"Yes! Thank you for taking me in, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Francis's men kowtowed in gratitude, their voices filled with a mixture of relief and awe.

Bain didn't say anything more, turned around and walked to a corner of the warehouse, where a simple table and a chair were placed.

He sat in a chair with his hands on the table.

His gaze slowly swept over the weapons in the warehouse and his kneeling subordinates, his eyes cold, as if he were examining his spoils of war.

Levi lay on the roof, carefully observing Bain's every move through the vents.

He noted down Bane's posture, his eyes, his tone of voice, as well as the number of mercenaries he employed, their clothing, and their weapons and equipment.

Finally, the appearance of Francis's men who had submitted to him—these details may play a crucial role in future actions.

Just then, Bane whispered something to one of the mercenaries beside him.

The mercenary nodded, turned and walked out of the warehouse, and soon came back in with a black syringe.

The syringe contained a dark red liquid that looked particularly eerie, gleaming strangely in the moonlight.

Li Wei's gaze was instantly drawn to the syringe. He gripped the binoculars tightly, observing it closely, his heart tightening slightly.

He could sense that the dark red liquid in the syringe was definitely not simple; it was very likely a kind of enhancement drug.

A drug that can rapidly enhance human strength, speed, and endurance; however, this drug is highly likely to have strong side effects.

Bain stretched out his arm; it was thick and strong.

His arms were muscular and covered with hideous scars, clearly the result of countless fights.

The mercenary carefully picked up the syringe, inserted the needle into Bane's arm, and slowly pushed the plunger.

The mercenary, sweating profusely with nervousness, finally injected all the dark red liquid into Bane's body.

After the injection, Bain's body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Even the breathing under the mask instantly became heavy; even from a distance, Li Wei could hear a sound like a bellows being pulled.

Judging from Bain's appearance, Levi felt that he was enduring immense pain.

On his arms, veins bulged and muscles swelled at a visible rate.

His already thick arms became even more muscular, and his muscles gradually bulged out.

His bulging muscles stretched his combat suit tightly, as if it would burst at any moment.

Everyone in the warehouse held their breath, their eyes fixed on Bain, filled with fear and awe.

They could clearly sense that Bane's aura was rapidly increasing.

The sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger, like a mountain pressing down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

Levi lay motionless on the roof, his eyes fixed on Bain.

Although Li Wei did not make a move, his mind was racing.

Record the speed at which Bane's muscles swell, his breathing rate, changes in his eyes, and fluctuations in his aura.

He knew that this enhancement potion was both a boost to Bane's strength and a form of torture.

After being injected with this drug, Bane's power will become even more terrifying.

This would be a huge threat to Gotham.

About five minutes later, Bain's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Li Wei knew that this was a sign that his pain was gradually subsiding.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze becoming even colder and sharper, and his aura stabilized.

He slowly stood up and stretched his arms.

Accompanied by the "crackling" sound of bones colliding, Bain's tone carried a hint of satisfaction.

"Very good, the medicine is even more effective than I expected."

After speaking, Bane raised his head, his gaze sweeping over a mercenary beside him, his tone icy.

"How's the search for Bruce Wayne going?"

What has he been doing lately? Has he done anything unusual?

Upon hearing the name "Bruce Wayne," Levi's heart tightened slightly, and his expression instantly turned serious.

He hadn't expected that Bane would actually inquire about Bruce Wayne's whereabouts.

And judging from what he said, this matter actually lasted for quite some time.

This suggests that Bane's goal may not only be to take over Gotham's underground arms network, but also Bruce Wayne, or even Batman.

After all, Bruce Wayne is the head of Wayne Enterprises, controlling a vast amount of wealth and resources.

Batman is Gotham's hero in the shadows, the nemesis of all criminal forces.

This is also an obstacle that Bane must eliminate if he wants to stir up trouble in Gotham.

"Reporting to you, sir, we have already sent men to investigate Bruce Wayne's whereabouts."

The mercenary immediately lowered his head, speaking respectfully.

"Based on our current investigation, Bruce Wayne has been busy with Wayne Group's clean energy projects recently."

However, that project has recently stalled, and he has been frequently traveling between Wayne Group headquarters and the project site during this time.

He would occasionally return to Wayne Manor or go to nightclubs, without doing anything unusual.

However, we've noticed that Batman's actions have become increasingly sluggish recently.

It seems they've encountered some trouble, or there's something wrong with their health.

"Oh? Batman's actions are getting slower and slower?"

Bain's lips curled up slightly, and through the mask, a mocking smile could be seen on his face.

"It seems that this hero of Gotham may be experiencing some health problems and is no longer able to perform at his best."

But this is good; it's a great opportunity for us.

At this point, Bain paused, his tone becoming even colder, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Continue to investigate Bruce Wayne's whereabouts and keep a close eye on his every move."

Also, continue investigating Batman's movements, and report to me immediately if you find anything unusual.

In addition, expedite the takeover of Francis's arms network, inventory all munitions, and make necessary deployments.

"I need to take control of Gotham's entire underground arms market as quickly as possible to prepare for our next plan."

"Yes, sir!"

The mercenary nodded quickly and said respectfully.

He then turned around and gestured to the mercenaries beside him.

The mercenaries he pointed to immediately stepped forward and began to stand guard, while he also arranged for Francis's former subordinates to begin taking inventory of the weapons in the warehouse.

Bain sat in a chair with his hands on the table and his eyes slightly lowered.

He looked as if he was about to doze off, but the occasional flashes of calculation and ruthlessness in his lowered eyes indicated that he was deep in thought.

His breathing was still somewhat heavy, clearly indicating that the side effects of the enhancement drug injection had not completely subsided.

But his eyes remained cold and sharp, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Levi lay on the roof, listening intently to the conversation between Bain and his men.

But his mind quickly pieced together the clues: Bane's purpose in finding out Bruce Wayne's whereabouts and his next plan.

And his mockery of Batman, as well as the deployment of his subordinates.

He knew these clues were crucial, once they were passed on to Batman.

Batman can then prepare in advance to deal with Bane's threat and thwart Bane's plans.

However, Li Wei did not act immediately. He knew that now was not the best time to pass on clues.

Bain and his mercenaries were in the warehouse, heavily guarded, with many of Bain's spies around.

If he sends any signal or tries to leave or pass on any clues, he is very likely to be discovered by Bane's men.

At that point, not only will the clues fail to be passed on, but he himself will also be in danger, and may even be killed by Bane.

He also wanted to continue observing and find out more about Bain.

How many mercenaries does Bane employ, and where are they located in Gotham?

What exactly is his next plan, and how severe are the side effects of that enhancement drug?