American comics: Random transformations

Facing Nightwing's attack, he helplessly took a blow, an electric shock fist without any force dissipation.

The fist smashed into his face, crackling and sparking!

The control chip on Scarecrow's head was instantly overloaded and fried by the electric current.

With a "pop!" the chip fell to the ground.

Nightwing bent down and picked up the chip, which was still sparking.

"Looks like this thing isn't very resistant to electricity!"

The Shapeshifter poked out its head, its body tissue quickly covering the chip, beginning to read its internal structure and the already damaged memory chips.

"Such a simple and fun toy. Nightwing, do you want one? If you want, I can make you an upgraded version right now.

It can control Batman to do a tap dance!"

The voice from the power armor made Batman turn his head, and he instantly recognized the green hourglass symbol, knowing who it was.

"Uh—" Nightwing was a little tempted, but suddenly felt a chill down his back, and righteously refused: "No thanks, I'm a decent person."

Batman withdrew his disapproving gaze.

Then, he turned to look at Bane, who now looked like a frail skeleton covered in skin. A large number of cells in his body had died before. If it hadn't been for Garfield using ultimate creature cells to help him, he would have reported to hell long ago.

Seeing Bane with his eyes tightly closed, but also remembering the scene of the Batarang injuring his brain just now, he hesitated to ask Garfield.

"How is… he!"

Garfield raised an eyebrow: "Are you looking down on me? So what if a knife was stuck in his brain? Just because a knife was stuck in his brain doesn't mean I can't cure him.

Don't worry, he's fine now. Okay, this guy's fine too."

It left Scarecrow's side, jumping a few steps to Nightwing's shoulder.

The power armor's shoulder automatically raised a circular platform for it to sit on.

A black and white bulge, very much like a paint bubble, grew out of the power armor.

Green eyes flickered: "Long time no see, Batman, I didn't expect you'd need me to save you."

Batman was silent: "…Long time no see."

"I say, Batman, have you been slacking off? In a place like this, where superpowered individuals are popping up like crazy, you're still so careless?"

"Actually, my goal was achieved. I found their backer's pharmaceutical factory. It's here, but I didn't expect them to have so many superpowered individuals who can control minds."

"You were investigating the pharmaceutical factory? Why isn't it written in your mission log?"

Nightwing chimed in, very curious. The mission log only wrote a rough outline, saying he planned to investigate the Penguin Gang and Bane Gang's backers.

"After I found out they had secretly opened a pharmaceutical factory, I collected some inferior gene drugs.

That kind of drug isn't like the kind Lex Luthor develops. It's random mutation, capable of turning people into all sorts of weird shapes. And that's the successful ones; the unsuccessful ones will directly suffer genetic collapse and die.

I searched several of Penguin's pharmaceutical factories and then was ambushed by them in a joint effort and captured."

As Batman spoke, he touched his ribs. He remembered Bane giving him several punches at the time, and his ribs should have been fractured, but now they had actually recovered.

His eyes glanced at Garfield again, subtly.

"Then why didn't you call me back sooner? With me helping you, you wouldn't be stuck here and controlled."

Nightwing asked angrily.

Batman was silent, and the atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The Shapeshifter and Garfield suddenly had the feeling of watching an eight o'clock prime time family drama. Could there be some hidden secret?

"Tell me, Batman, why? Because we argued before? Impossible, you're not that kind of person? You wouldn't abandon letting me participate in such a dangerous mission because of a quarrel."

According to Nightwing's understanding of Batman, a mission is a mission, and personal emotions cannot be mixed with the mission. When Batman needs Robin, he will forcibly recall Robin.

And if Batman knows a mission is dangerous, then he will only prepare more tools to prevent Robin from being in any danger.

Although Batman really wanted to say: I can handle it myself, because I'm Batman.

However, when he looked at the face under the power armor's mask, Dick Grayson wearing the eye mask, the first Robin. He would subconsciously think of Jason being punched through the heart.

That incident was simply a mental demon. Building the power armor was also to prevent the incident of being punched through the chest from happening again.

"I don't want to lose another son."

The voice was very soft, very soft.

But coincidentally, this power armor upgraded by the Shapeshifter had very good sound capture capabilities.

The Shapeshifter felt an electric current running through its entire body, and Garfield's fur bristled.

Nightwing… the ruffled mood was instantly smoothed. To be fair, the old father's concern is always inexplicable.

"Damn it, what's with the emotional stuff during a mission! Can we solve the problem first?"

The Shapeshifter couldn't stand this, it sounded so cheesy that it almost electrocuted him to death.

"Let's go! The mission continues, to solve the source of this pharmaceutical factory."

Batman walked towards the first floor.

Nightwing looked at that back: "Shit, what exactly happened during the time I was gone! He's changed so much, he never used to say these kinds of things before!"

The Shapeshifter trembled from the electricity: "Don't even mention you, I feel goosebumps all over! I hope my little brother doesn't revive as a zombie."

Nightwing: "By the way, I wanted to ask just now! Since Mr. Garfield is so powerful, why didn't he save Jason back then?"

The Shapeshifter said helplessly: "We wanted to save him too, but do you know what, we went and dug up Jason's grave, but we didn't find his body. My little brother is missing!"

Nightwing was shocked, and stopped in his tracks: "What! Missing!"

The Shapeshifter controlled its body to continue walking: "Don't make such a fuss! If he's missing, that means either he's still alive and ran away on his own, or someone else saved him! Either of these two options, aren't they both good things?"

"No wonder you often joke about him, I hope it's really like you said, as long as he's okay."

"Don't worry, he'll be back!"

Chapter 128 This is… What?

The three of them… uh, accurately speaking, two people and a cat, wandered around this large factory, searching for the place where the Penguin and his men were really manufacturing drugs.

After opening an ordinary-looking door, everyone was shocked by the scene inside.

"This is… what?!?!?"

Nightwing couldn't believe it, feeling like he had directly witnessed mental pollution.

Batman succinctly said: "They're people."

"You call these monsters people? Shit, the Penguin and his men deserve to die!"

Round, bloated bodies revealing blue veins, along with strangely twisted limbs, deformed figures crammed into nutrient tanks a size too large for them. Twenty-six nutrient tanks, each filled with such a monster.

Each of them was covered in tubes, their blood constantly being drawn out and collected into a strange device on the side.

The device was connected to blood tanks, constantly separating the useful parts of the blood raw materials to create substandard gene medicine.

Batman's eyes were icy, and Nightwing wore a similar expression.

Garfield Cat scanned back and forth with its searchlight-like eyes, examining the bodies of these creatures.

"Amazing, they have at least twenty or thirty different genes in them, male and female, black and white. Although they are all human genes, that doesn't mean they won't clash. Genetic mutations then turn them into this.

I can only say that it's a miracle they can survive. Every second they live is torture for them."

Nightwing asked in surprise, "You can tell? Then can you save them?"

Garfield Cat pondered for a moment: "Uh, first I need to know who they originally were, and I must have their blood samples. Otherwise, it would be a little difficult for me to adjust a normal gene from these twenty or thirty genes."

"Nightwing, contact Alfred and tell him what's happening here. I'm going to find the experimental data here and retrieve their identities!"

"Okay."

They split up, Nightwing contacted Alfred, and Batman searched for the original names of these drug test subjects.

As long as they had names, he could check their birth certificates, their medical records. To live this long, there would always be information recorded, such as blood tests.

"You're too slow this way! I'll check the computer data, you check the paper files."

The Shapeshifter detached from the power armor, and the power armor turned into the non-upgraded version.

Nightwing suddenly felt twice as heavy. Compared to the previous effortless control, it now felt more like a ruthless iron shell weapon.

Black and white with a bit of green, the Shapeshifter, covered in circuit board patterns, jumped into the computer. After giving the computer a new skin, he quickly devoured the information and data inside.

"Okay."

Batman didn't hesitate either, turning away from the computers and quickly searching through all the paper files and archives in the nearby bookcase.

As he flipped through them, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It takes a whole box of super-powered drugs to eat, and survive genetic mutations, to be eligible to become a Transformer. The success rate is 18.6%. After a successful conversion, feeding a large amount of [healing] super-powered drugs every day to supply blood, the survival rate does not exceed one week!"

In other words, these twenty-six monsters were survivors from a large number of test subjects. Not only did they survive pathetically, they were also short-lived consumables.

"Bang!"

Batman couldn't help but slam the desk hard, denting the metal surface.

He restrained himself, suppressing the murderous intent that was about to erupt from his heart.

The Shapeshifter crawled out of the computer again.

"The data is complete, but these people are basically beyond saving."

"Why do you say that?"

"Judging from the records deleted from the computer, these people were forcibly taken from the junkies of Gotham. They used the super-powered drugs as new D products, and these twenty-six are the ones who didn't die from overdoses.

How many people in Gotham are doing D, I think you know better than me."

Batman was silent. He flipped to the code names of these creatures, from 1 to 26.

They no longer had names. They were twenty-six genetic experimental products who survived the selection process where names were unnecessary. With genetic mutations like this, no one can recognize who they are.

He looked at Garfield Cat:

"Is there really... no way...?"

He was asking Garfield Cat, and also comforting himself.

Garfield Cat shook his head:

"I must have their blood samples, otherwise I don't know what kind of genetic monster I'll create."

That's right, if it was careless, and integrated all the genes of those extraordinary powers, who knows what it would create.

Nightwing said, "Alfred just checked, and there haven't been any large-scale disappearances in Gotham. In other words, the identity information of these people is basically untraceable."

Alfred used Gotham's most complete database, and if there were no records here, it seemed impossible to find them.

Batman found another document, which stated the pharmaceutical company's development plan. These people still wanted to grow bigger and stronger.

"Don't bother looking, you won't find them. Those people are all drug addicts grabbed from the slums, the kind who have no ties, no relatives, and no one knows if they die."

The Shapeshifter's broken watch was opened by him, twisted a few times at will, and then integrated a part of his body into it. Tian Xiaoban tried to hack the broken watch.

But unfortunately, the broken watch has restrictions in this regard, and will not be invaded by the Shapeshifter. Not only can it not invade, the broken watch also releases electricity, shocking the Shapeshifter, causing him to directly turn into a puddle of "water".

Tian Xiaoban had no choice. He didn't know how to use the broken watch's gene restoration function. This wasn't like a second-generation circular smartwatch, not smart at all.

"Do you need my help? If you have any objections to killing people, I can do it for you."

Garfield Cat said, "I don't know if you heroes have any quirks, but for me, killing people is no different from killing animals."

If these words came from a human, Batman would definitely teach him a lesson. But these words came from a cat, oh no, a creature from another world that looks like a cat, and Batman had a feeling that the target couldn't be selected.

"Don't kill people."

He reminded them insipidly, then said to Nightwing, "Let Alfred... forget it, let GCPD take them back. I'll find a way to restore them, at least let them die like humans."

Batman still couldn't bring himself to kill them! He planned to study it himself, and try to restore these genetically mutated monsters to human form.

"Nightwing, contact the police and let them handle the scene! Let them bring restraints and lock Bane and Scarecrow back up."

"Got it!"

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