Many people thought that target shooting was an easy task, but in reality, it was a skill that required a long period of practice. It was especially difficult when it came to moving targets.
Calculating the distance ahead was always a big problem, but for those who had mastered this skill, it wasn't too difficult to hit a speeding train with a rocket, especially when the train was moving in the dark and had two blinding headlights.
"The bigger the target, the easier it is."
Syber was half-kneeling on the ground. Less than 10 meters away from him was the Gotham Beach. Usually, the beach would be crowded at this time of the year, but at that moment, it was as silent as a ghost town. He carried the heavy grenade launcher on his shoulder, and through the night vision scope, the silhouette of the speeding train was very obvious in the night sky.
He calculated the launch time three times with a "serious" working attitude. When the train rushed out of the narrow island and entered the suspension bridge connecting the narrow island to the city and above the sea, when the first wave of seawater was evaporated by the microwave emitter into a gaseous water column, his finger firmly pulled the trigger.
"Boom!"
Scorching hot gas gushed out from the launcher on Saber's shoulder like a pillar of fire in the dark. The conical rocket left the launcher's tip under this crazy acceleration. Its speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an arrow of light shooting into the dark sky.
The rail in the air was 30-50 meters above the ground, and the part above the sea was slightly higher. Even so, the distance between the train and Seiber was definitely not more than 1000 meters. It would only take 3-4 seconds for the train to hit the speeding train with Seiber's killing intent.
This was also Saber's plan.
As for whether Bruce was on the train, what kind of impact would the explosion cause, and how many people would die after the explosion, these were all not within his scope of consideration.
No matter what you do, thinking too much will make you at a loss. The best way was to act directly. However, Saber did not have much time to observe. After firing the first rocket, his subconscious reaction was to pick up the second rocket from the ground and quickly reload it.
But just as he set up the sight again, a dazzling light appeared in his sight. It was like the first small sun in the dark night sky. The light and heat that erupted at this moment almost lit up the entire narrow island and most of Gotham!
He couldn't help but cover his eyes with his palms. Even though he was a thousand meters away, he could still feel the heat from the explosion. Even on the surface of the sea, waves surged in all directions from the center of the explosion. It was as if a stun grenade had exploded in Seber's ears, causing him to feel dizzy for a moment. However, he quickly recovered from his dizziness. This was the vibration of the air caused by the explosion.
It came quickly and left quickly!
But Saber could swear that the light was clearly visible even from a few kilometers away. It was impossible for an ordinary rocket to cause such an explosion, so there was only one possibility, and that was … the instrument had exploded.
This point could also be confirmed by the giant white pillar of air that had already fallen from the sea. The microwave emitter was done for. It was destroyed!
Saber, who was still half-kneeling on the ground, let out a long sigh. He threw the heavy rocket aside and only used the sight of the launcher to observe the scene after the explosion. Although it was not very clear, the flames produced by the explosion tore the head of the train apart in an instant. It also blew up the tracks in the air. The carriage that continued to move forward passed through the flames of the explosion and fell diagonally into the sea that connected the narrow island and the city center.
If Lucius had not put away the suspension bridge that connected the two sides, this impact alone would have been enough to completely destroy the suspension bridge.
Saber could guess that the earth-shattering explosion and the big fireball had definitely shocked the entire city. Even in his past "career", Saber rarely encountered such a big scene. Frankly speaking, his little heart was pounding. But then, Saber found something that surprised him even more through the sight.
There were two people! They were hanging on the broken tracks in the air!
He swore that his eyes were absolutely not playing tricks on him. Those were two people hanging under the tracks. Due to the distance and the poor vision of the night vision goggles, he could only vaguely see the shadows of the two people floating in the air. But on this occasion, he knew who the two guys were even if he used his butt to think.
Subconsciously, Seber reached for the claw gun on his waist. He hesitated for a moment as he thought about how Alfreid treated the young master as his pillar of support. In the end, he clenched his teeth and walked towards the black battle axe that was parked at the side. Moments later, the deafening sound of the engine was heard again. The shadow that was darker than the darkness of the night rushed towards the connecting point between the narrow island and the city.
"If you die, I'll lose a lot!"
Saber, who was lying on the Tomahawk motorcycle, turned his head to look at the distant sky. He could not see what was happening above, but a contract was a contract. If he wanted to get benefits from the Wayne family, Bruce's life was the most important weight.
He did not hate this temporary boss who had his own bottom line. Of course, if he could be more generous, that would be even better!
After buying a villa, Saber returned to the state of being embarrassed. Although it was very vulgar, he really needed a lot of money now to maintain a higher standard of living. This was the most basic part of Saber's plan for the future. If he could not even achieve this, then his rebirth would be a failure.
On the other side, Bruce reached out with difficulty to grab onto the ice-cold tracks. He exerted strength in his arms and supported his soaked body on the slightly swaying tracks. He gasped for breath. The rocket just now hit the tracks in the air less than two seconds after he jumped out of the window. If it was not for the armor's fire protection and the water column caused by the explosion and the microwave emitter, he would have been swallowed by the violent flames.
But even so, the moment he climbed onto the rail, he still felt a burning pain on his back. His left leg was also unable to exert any strength, and there was a faint heart-wrenching pain. The wound was already numb. Clearly, during the explosion just now, there must have been fragments that hit his body.
But something worse was placed in front of him. Less than 100 meters away from him, another guy was lying there, just like him, struggling at death's door.
Ducard's situation was definitely worse than Bruce's. He did not have the armor to protect him. At the last moment, except for using his shadow-like movement ability to avoid the center of the explosion, he was almost completely destroyed by the terrifying explosion and flames. In fact, the fact that Ducard could survive such an attack was far beyond Bruce's imagination.
"Cough, cough."
The leader of the shadow warriors climbed up from the tracks with difficulty, still holding a small glass fragment in his hand. He casually threw the glass fragment into the darkness. Bruce looked up from the tracks, panting, and saw that Ducard's body was twisted in an abnormal way. But the wounds, the horrifying, burning, and tearing wounds, were quickly recovering under a crystalline luster.
"Almost … Haha, almost."
Ducard's gloomy voice entered Bruce's ears. He seemed to be in great pain. There was a price to pay for escaping death. For Ducard, the price was his empty right arm.
"If it weren't for the water from the Fountain of Resurrection, you and your scumbag friends might have really killed me. My disciple, Bruce Wayne, almost died!"
Ducard stepped forward. About 50 meters above the sea below, the cold night wind whistled through his hair. His left arm and most of his body had recovered to their original state. The scars on his body could even be seen. It was a body that had been through hundreds of battles, just like the oldest warrior.
This magical scene confused Bruce. Even though he had seen too many incomprehensible things in the past seven years, Bruce still could not believe what was happening in front of him at this time. It was not until Ducard's horrifying face gradually recovered in the halo that he came back to his senses.
"You … Who the hell are you?!"
"I'm Lars Al Ghul!"
Ducard waved the staff sword in his hand with one hand. The long sword was distorted by the flames just now, but the blade was still deadly. It looked like a black venomous snake. His voice became deeper and hoarser than before.
"After I accepted this name, this is the closest I've come to death. You did well, but this world is far more than what you see. Bruce, my disciple, my successor, come, embrace your mission. You will see a real new world. The real, shuddering truth hidden under the world!"
"I refuse!"
Bruce also struggled to stand up. The cape on his back had been tattered by the flames just now, and there were obvious cracks on his bat helmet. He was in a terrible state. Even running had become a luxury for him.
But now his spirit and will had reached the real peak. After the big explosion, Gotham's biggest crisis had been resolved. For this city, the most dangerous person was the dangerous person in front of him, whom he once regarded as his mentor.
He gasped heavily for air, using his battle experience and willpower to suppress the pain in his body. Under the cracked bat mask, his eyes were shining brightly.
"I refuse! I will not become the messenger of destruction. If I was born with a mission … then it will be here, in Gotham! "
"You want to protect this city?"
Ducard's last patience had been lost. He roared like a lion. "You stupid person! Open your eyes and see. You're just an ordinary person wearing a cape. What right do you have to stop the realization of true justice? You can't even fight against those evils! "
Bruce's breathing gradually calmed down. Along with it was his determined will and voice. In the howling night wind, facing the existence that seemed to have come back from the dead, he spoke firmly.
"Didn't you teach me? Ducard. "
"On the surface, those who maintain order are pitiful existences who would easily lose their will to fight for their own satisfaction. Even they would fall into injustice in the end. However, if I can surpass myself and dedicate myself to a certain belief, then no one will be able to stop me. I will become something eternal!"
Bruce's voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm and stubbornness.
"Look, Mentor, haven't I been following your instructions all this time?"
"But you've forgotten that I'm the one who shaped you!"
Ducard shouted. "I'm the one who woke you up from the dark abyss. I'm the one who turned you from a coward into the warrior you are now! You should listen to me! Don't find some random reason to stop something truly great. Don't use the power I taught you to stop the greatest justice! "
His voice was filled with unbearable anger and regret.
"In the end, Bruce … in the end, you were still unable to break free from the shackles of being a mortal. In the end, you still chose to become an ordinary person … Then come, let me end this shameful choice of yours. Let me end everything in your dreams! Between you and me, only one of us can leave this place alive! And that's me! "
The cold night wind blew across the sky above Gotham. The duel between the mentor and apprentice seemed to be about to begin at any moment. The next moment, accompanied by a crisp crash, a teasing voice rang out from the darkness behind him.
"Hey, old man … Did you forget to turn around and look? There's not just the two of you here!"
Seiber put away his grappling gun and patted the non-existent dust off his body. Then, he reached for the dark longsword on his back. His gaze went past Ducard and landed on the battered Bruce and Batman. He said in a low voice, "Let's go.
"Buddy, don't listen to this old man's nonsense. Nothing shaped you, Bruce. Only you can shape yourself. As for will and symbolism, how should I put it? Someone once told me that cowardice imprisons one's soul, and eternal hope allows one to feel free."
He waved the sword in his hand and looked at Ducard who stood in the middle of the room.
"The strong save themselves, the saints save others … Some people think they're saints, but they're nothing …"
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