American comics: Random transformations

“This… might not work. This thing is more like a Digimon-type lifeform. Why don't you try taking a bite?”

Before Nightwing could react, the power armor crouched down on one knee and extended its hand.

Nightwing was stunned again: “Hey, hey, can you still control me?”

“Of course. If I don’t control you, how can I upgrade this power armor? Don't worry, I'll leave the fighting to you. Now it’s playtime for me and my pet cat.”

Garfield took a bite of the black finger.

“Crunch, crunch. Doesn’t taste good. Seems useless.”

Tian Xiaoban: “It’s okay. After the fight, I’ll give some to Kowalski for him to study.”

Nightwing: “Who’s Kowalski?”

Tian Xiaoban: “You don’t need to know. You wouldn’t recognize him anyway. Next up, we make our entrance!”

The back of the power armor instantly folded and transformed, revealing a rocket pack.

They flew down from the fighter jet!

Chapter 126: Stupid, it's just broken, I can fix it.

“Diu——~ Bang!”

Landing on one knee, a hero makes his entrance!

Nightwing felt his knee go numb.

“Damn it, is that how you fly? Landing directly without cushioning? What’s the point of transforming into a rocket pack then!”

A green circle appeared on the power armor's visor, flashing and saying: “You’re fine, aren’t you? Don’t worry, even if your leg is crippled, and it's a comminuted fracture, and you’ve finished a metal tap dance, Garfield can still heal it.”

“Sh*t, you! Wait, they’re coming! It’s all your fault, you made too much noise!”

A team of hundreds of people, as if they had been trained, uniformly approached with machine guns, each one dressed like a Terminator, their bodies bulging with muscles, and covered in ammunition.

“Activate the shield!”

“No need to remind me!”

The black and white metal shield on the right hand popped open, a green energy shield with a diameter of 180 meters, basically protecting the main part of the power armor.

As soon as the shield was deployed, countless bullets were already shooting at them, machine gun bullets hitting the shield, creating green ripples.

“Holy crab, the firepower on the other side is so fierce!”

Nightwing advanced quickly, enduring the firepower.

Transforming Monster: “The shield is for blocking artillery shells. The power armor's defense is enough to handle ordinary bullets.

Leave the fighting to you. What weapons do you need? Laser sword, energy cannon, or a railgun?”

“No need. I’m more comfortable with a staff. Two tactical short batons, preferably ones that can be assembled and combined.”

As Nightwing spoke, he held up the shield to block a rocket, and then punched away the subsequent rockets. He raised the shield and charged towards the strong man carrying the rocket launcher.

Transforming Monster: “No problem. Titanium alloy tactical short batons, wrapped in the Transforming Monster’s body tissue, connected to the armor’s energy source, allowing you to discharge electricity as you please!

Go! Nightwing, let me see how powerful the first-generation Robin trained by Batman can be.”

The power armor's visor fully opened, and the 180-degree fan-shaped field of vision made Nightwing's eyes light up.

“OK. This is what power armor should be like.”

He wielded the two short batons, creating afterimages. The power armor's speed made his movements like a ghost, and the black and white armor would automatically adapt to the ambient light, achieving a camouflage effect.

It was already dark, and the guards at the pharmaceutical factory were all elites from the gang, each one having survived countless gunfights.

Even if they couldn't clearly see the figures darting around on the other side, their enhanced physical qualities from the super-drug allowed them to roughly know which direction they should be shooting.

According to their tactics and firepower, this 300-plus member super-powered patrol team was enough for them to conquer any city where the super-drug wasn't circulating.

Nightwing rushed into the crowd, the black power armor unleashing its power. In just ten minutes, Nightwing had taken down everyone.

The powerful defense ignored the bullets, and the armor's surface was covered with high-voltage electricity. Sometimes the batons didn't even need to strike, just passing by would cause the current to automatically strike them.

Taking them down was easy.

This sudden high-voltage electric shock made these young men sleep especially early today.

“This is so cool. This is the easiest fight I’ve ever fought since my debut.

Why is this power armor so much lighter? And why does the power level displayed on the panel only show a little consumption? Doesn’t this kind of full-body discharge consume a lot of energy?”

The green circle appeared again on the icon, flashing and saying: “The Transforming Monster has excellent electrical conductivity. As long as the current doesn’t exceed the gel body’s upper limit, then the Transforming Monster is the best conductive material in the world!

This power armor is designed very well, and has already maximized the energy utilization rate of the small nuclear fusion reactor. Unless there are more powerful materials, the upper limit of this power armor is like this.

But, isn’t I here now!

I have upgraded all of its performance to the top level. Not to mention a fighting expert like you, even a fighting newbie who knows nothing can wear this power armor and move freely among a million troops.”

Nightwing jumped lightly a couple of times, looking at the crowd gathering over there: “Very good, then let’s continue to charge!”

… … … … … …

Deep inside the research institute, the Mad Hatter had just used the tools here to manufacture several mind control chips.

He installed them on the Riddler, Scarecrow, Penguin, and Bane, respectively.

Now the consciousness of these four people is trapped deep within their bodies, unable to control their own bodies, temporarily no different from vegetative people.

But unlike vegetative people, the Mad Hatter's control chip can easily control them.

When the last chip was also completed, the Mad Hatter also breathed a sigh of relief.

This last one was specially used for Batman, increasing the output power of the lullaby. Even a big elephant can be controlled by this chip to dance.

“Perfect, this way I can leave here and continue looking for my Alice. Sh*t, if I had known, I wouldn't have come. You bunch of idiots! I made such a good machine for you for nothing, it's simply a waste of my time!”

The five consciousnesses trapped within the body were all awake. They could hear the Mad Hatter's ranting and were gnashing their teeth in near unison, all bearing a grudge against him.

"He's dead!" × 4

Batman was still resisting the hypnosis…

… … … … … …

They knocked down and broke through everything in their path.

Machine guns were useless! Superpowers were useless!

The black and white futuristic warrior was unstoppable. No matter how powerful the superhumans were, they were either paralyzed by electricity or knocked unconscious.

Some had special abilities, like mental interference, but even that was useless!

Deformo's mental power, which could already materialize, was there to help!

Tian Xiaoban didn't kill so many demons in Hell for nothing! His mental strength had already been elevated to a terrifying level by those demons' souls.

Even if he couldn't crush the opponent with mental power, his mental defense alone was enough for Nightwing to ignore their mental interference and go on a rampage.

"Ten more left. Take them down, and we can call the police."

The thermal detectors on the armor showed ten heat sources still in the factory below.

Nightwing quickly ran downstairs. Perhaps it was a habit, but he hadn't used his rocket pack once. He could have flown straight down in this kind of terrain, but he insisted on running down the stairs, wasting a lot of time.

… … … …

In the lab below, the Mad Hatter had already prepared to run.

Someone dressed like a futuristic warrior had not only broken into their factory but also defeated all of their employees.

Even the slow-witted Mad Hatter realized that the opponent was not to be trifled with.

Fortunately, he had an ace up his sleeve that could buy him some time.

Bane's steroid venom was already coursing through his veins, swelling him to more than twice his size.

Since it wasn't Bane administering the dose himself this time, the Mad Hatter didn't bother to worry about the dosage, which led to him injecting a bit too much, turning Bane's eyes blood red and making him pant like a bull.

In a state like a super berserker from a game, Bane exuded a terrifying aura.

With his powerful body and the chip's mental control, Bane was now the perfect bio-weapon.

"You go and stop that guy. The rest of you, come with me!"

Bane obeyed, charging forward like a mad bull.

The others followed the Mad Hatter towards the secret evacuation point below.

As a professional villain, the Penguin definitely had an escape route from this secret base under the pharmaceutical factory.

This was what he had learned from his battles with Batman over the years: he might not be able to defeat Batman, but he couldn't fail to escape.

As the five walked, they arrived at an underground river beneath the laboratory. An emergency submarine was already prepared below.

"Stingy Penguin, the interior of the submarine is a bit small. It can only seat three people."

The Mad Hatter glanced around. He wanted to take the Penguin and the Riddler with him. The Penguin had a large organization. Controlling the Penguin was like controlling his organization. As for the Riddler, he had helped him a few days ago, so he'd return the favor.

As for Batman and Scarecrow, they could stay behind. He didn't need these two burdens on the ship to freedom!

"You two, go help Bane! Stop that psycho in the high-tech armor!"

In Gotham, especially with the existence of super-strength drugs, why not use cheap and readily available human lives instead of this ridiculously expensive high technology to fight crime? The Mad Hatter thought this person was even more insane than a madman.

Batman and Scarecrow, under mental control, did not speak. They were now like two machines, following the Mad Hatter's orders and running upstairs.

"Hopefully, they can hold out a little longer. Now that the two of them are gone, I'll have to rely on you to control Gotham…"

The three squeezed into the small submarine and headed down the underground river towards the river it flowed into.

… … … … … … … …

Nightwing and Bane met on the stairs.

In perfect sync, they unhesitatingly threw punches!

One smashed into the face, and the other smashed into the chest.

The power armor withstood the face attack, while Bane was sent flying five meters by the unreserved punch, stopping only after crashing into the wall, sending several bricks flying.

"Aaaahhhhh!!!!!"

Bane, overdosed on drugs, was not afraid of this kind of physical attack. Green veins bulged all over his body, and his terrifying physical strength, along with the self-healing ability brought by the poison, allowed him to withstand even alloys.

If the armor wasn't heavier than Bane, it wouldn't be certain who would be sent flying!

"Damn it, Bane has lost his mind! Even if we cut off the tubes on his body now, it's useless!"

"Ah!!!!"

Bane roared and charged forward, his hands reaching out, as if saying, 'I'm going to strangle you!'

"No need to pull the tubes. Let's just beat him until he submits! I'll give him a heavy dose!"

Deformo instantly upgraded the power armor's hands, and two metal gauntlets appeared on Nightwing's hands.

"Wow, cool. What are these big fists for?"

"See the energy bar?"

Nightwing nodded: "I see it!"

"Once it's fully charged, the icon will light up. Then, punch with all your might! Don't worry, it's a ranged energy attack. It won't turn him into a pile of minced meat with one hit."

"Okay!"

Another punch sent Bane flying again. This time, Bane seemed to have adapted to the force. Instead of being slammed into the wall, he braced his feet and slid back more than three meters.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

Bane, who had completely lost his language function, could only roar "Aaaahhhhh!" Deformo called this behavior: a barbarian's roar!

Just as he entered the power armor's punching range!

The energy icon lit up, and Nightwing reflexively threw a punch.