In the sewers, Liu A'dou knew Bane was hiding down here. He didn't expect he'd end up taking a tour of Gotham City's sewers himself.
"Such bad taste. Why hide in a sewer?" Ada wasn't fond of places like this, even though she visited them often enough.
"You don't have to come down. Bane is extremely dangerous," Liu A'dou said. "He's a killing machine, trained to perfection. He's ruthless, cruel, and worst of all, he's incredibly skilled. Beating him head-on is almost impossible." If he could, Liu A'dou would rather leave Bane for Batman to deal with.
"I'm curious why you know so much about people like him. Heroes being in the spotlight is one thing, but info on villains shouldn't be so easy to come by," Ada looked at Liu A'dou. This young man seemed to know everything, about her and about others too.
"I only know a bit, roughly," Liu A'dou replied modestly. "You could say it's a talent of mine. But don't worry, I don't know everything, I don't have superpowers, can't read your mind—just know a bit about your past."
"Oh yeah? Then tell me, what do you know about me?"
"Not much. I know Ada Wong is your codename. You used to work for some secret organization, a corporate spy sent to dangerous places to steal viruses. That's it. Oh, and you're really good, smart, and beautiful."
Ada thought, that's already classified info, but it's from another world now. "This isn't fair, you know me but I know nothing about you. You'd better tell me the truth—what did you do in your world before crossing over? What was your world like?"
"Pretty much the same. Secret organizations everywhere, doing all kinds of evil stuff. But in my world, there were brave detectives fighting back."
Ada suddenly said, "Let me guess, you were one of their enemies? A thief and a detective—that's an interesting world."
"Try having a friend where every place you go turns into a crime scene. Go to a restaurant—someone gets murdered. Visit a friend—murder. Go on vacation—murder. On planes, yachts, trains, people die everywhere. No matter what you do, you'll find a body. Fun, right?"
"Pfft!" Ada laughed. "No way, that's too much."
Liu A'dou nodded seriously. "Totally real."
They walked the sewer for a while. Liu A'dou figured they were almost under Wayne Tower. Batman's high-tech lab was in the basement of Wayne Tower, and only one elevator could reach it directly. Bane had clearly done his homework and planned to tunnel from below to steal Batman's equipment.
They could already hear the sounds of construction. No one would imagine Bane running a massive project in the sewers.
"You stay here. If things get dangerous, just run." Liu A'dou warned Ada.
She looked at his figure, and for a moment, it overlapped with that middle-parted young cop she once knew. "Be careful!"
Liu A'dou nodded, then dove straight into the light. Workers were busy, armed guards patrolled the area. As soon as Liu A'dou stepped out, he was spotted. But dressed as Kaitou Kid, he stood there unfazed, even with guns aimed at him. "Take me to Bane."
The men didn't say a word, just followed orders. Guns still on him, they brought Liu A'dou to Bane.
Bane looked at Kaitou Kid, letting out a low, appreciative sound. "I didn't expect a thief to come knocking. Interesting, very interesting." Bane clapped slowly, the loud sound overpowering the construction noise, showing off his strength. "So tell me, thief, what can I do for you?"
"Just came to ask for something," Liu A'dou said calmly.
Bane, as sharp as ever, took out the test tube and gave it a little shake. "You mean this?" He was starting to get curious—first it was 'Batman,' now Kaitou Kid, both after this liquid. "Tell me, what's in here?"
His voice was cold and flat, but that only made Liu A'dou feel more on edge. "It's useless to you. How about you hand it over and I owe you one?"
Bane didn't buy that. "And you really can't tell me what this liquid does?"
"No comment," Liu A'dou replied, eyes locked on Bane. He was ready to fight. If Bane wouldn't give it, he'd take it.
Bane didn't argue. He just waved his hand, and one of his men stepped forward.
Then, right in front of Liu A'dou, Bane popped open the test tube and poured half of the virus down the man's throat.
"No!" Liu A'dou shouted. He wasn't ready for that. He never thought Bane's men would be that loyal—or that insane—to let Bane force an unknown liquid into them without resisting.
"Well, since you won't tell me what it is, this is the only way," Bane said with a cold smile, watching the man collapse in agony.
Within seconds, the soldier's pupils went dull, his breathing stopped, and he dropped dead.
Bane frowned. Was it just poison? Why was it so important if it was just poison?
But Liu A'dou knew—this was just the beginning. That corpse would be getting up any second now.
Sure enough, the dead body suddenly started twitching. Then it stood up slowly.
Interesting. Bane watched the mindless body stagger forward like a puppet with cut strings. He wanted to see what would happen next. This man was clearly dead, yet somehow still moving. "Let's see how amazing this stuff really is."
Bane's words were like a cue. The zombie let out a loud roar and lunged at one of its former comrades, sinking its teeth into the man's neck.
Now there were two zombies.
Luckily, this modified virus didn't spread through the air. Otherwise, everyone in Gotham City would already be turning into zombies.
"Damn it!" Liu A'dou couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the gun aimed at his back, kicked the soldier to the ground, dropped on him, yanked the rifle from around his neck, and started firing at the zombies without even aiming.
But in just that short time, there were already three of them.
He lifted the gun, but it was too low—the bullet only hit a leg. The zombie staggered but kept limping forward. The others finally reacted, but they had never seen zombies before. They shot at the chest, which did nothing, and just like that, the number of zombies kept growing.
"So that's what it does," Bane said, tucking the remaining half of the virus into his coat and turning to leave. This stuff could be useful.
"Damn it!" Bane was way more brutal than Liu A'dou imagined, a hundred times worse than in the movies. He didn't care about human lives at all. Liu A'dou shouted, "Aim for the head! Headshots!"
They couldn't let these infected escape. But his warning was pointless—most of the armed men were already zombies. Only the workers were left, and they were quickly turning too.
In the blink of an eye, this underground space was crawling with thirty to forty zombies. Blood and flesh were everywhere—disgusting beyond words.
"Son of a—" Liu A'dou kept firing, emptying his clip, but only took down six of them. Too slow. His aim was good, but with zombies everywhere, he had no chance to focus on just one without getting jumped by others. He had to keep moving, shooting while dodging, and even hitting six out of thirty moving targets was impressive.
But it wasn't enough. He tossed the gun aside and charged in for close combat.