When I Went Crazy Without the Deathstroke Armor Holding Me Back, Even I Was Afraid of Myself

Bane had successfully extinguished the flames—not Gotham City's hope, but the criminals' arrogance. His grim gaze swept over the maniacs who wanted to run but were cowed by Russell's threat of a headshot.

Arrogant when things were going their way, yet too scared to flee when the tide turned. Even though he had never expected anything from this bunch of trash, Russell could not help feeling annoyed.

"Who agrees? Who objects? If no one says anything, I'll take it as unanimous consent."

Russell swept his gaze across the room. Bruce had tasked him with making an entrance in the most forceful way possible—striking like thunder, displaying overwhelming strength to instill fear, intimidating every villain so they would not dare act rashly.

Judging by the current situation, the mission was progressing very smoothly. He had basically taken control of the situation.

Next, all he had to do was take down the leading supervillains, and this chaos engulfing all of Gotham City would come to an end.

Russell's original plan had been to kill everyone and leave no roots behind. But Alfred, the butler, had sent him a private message informing him that there were undercover agents among this group.

Undercover agents from the Gotham City Police Department, state police, federal police, every major American department, foreign forces, international organizations, and even Butler Man's people...

Fuck, it sounded like some distillery. Vodka pointed a gun at Gin and said, "Sorry, boss, I'm undercover," followed by a gunshot.

The next day, Vodka was arrested for assaulting a police officer.

Though the situation before him was not quite that absurd, things had suddenly become complicated. Russell could not be bothered to analyze it, so he blamed the unidentified Dirty Bomb. As long as these people obediently stayed put, his Desert Eagle would not accidentally