However grim things had become, Bruce Wayne knew he had to keep pushing until he broke out. After all, he had already attacked the Skrulls and even killed several of them. No matter how he looked at it, there was no way those Skrulls would let him go.
So Bruce Wayne could only make as much use of the terrain as possible, trying to kill more Skrulls through agile movement and more precise shooting, carving a bloody path out of this place.
Bang!
Bang!
Bruce Wayne had already blasted every camera on the walls to pieces. He had left himself enough strategic depth, and he had also made it impossible for the Skrulls to know his exact position.
As the Dark Knight who guarded Gotham in the night, Bruce Wayne had far too many ways to hide his movements. In fact, if he had not been so completely lacking in equipment right now, Bruce Wayne could have built an entire series of tools to help himself escape more effectively—or even kill every last Skrull!
With a whoosh, Bruce Wayne's thoughts snapped back in an instant. A laser shot from his Laser Gun and struck the Skrull who had just exposed one hand.
"He's here!" After his palm was pierced through, the Skrull howled in pain, and the Laser Gun in his hand fell to the floor. A Skrull companion beside him shouted, beginning to call the others over.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
But these Skrulls had no way to stick their heads out at all, because laser after laser was being fired continuously toward their position, forcing them to hide behind the corner of the wall. They had no way to trade fire with Bruce Wayne.
The Skrulls were a little confused, too. Bruce Wayne was clearly only one person, so