American comics: Random transformations

Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is hard. If we let the army in, driving them out won't be as easy as letting them in.

In the eyes of the Court of Owls, the Black Mask gang's antics are just that—antics. Ultimately, they will still honestly run Gotham, while the Court of Owls remains high above, unafraid of any gang uprisings.

But I digress. Back to the topic.

“All of you, disperse. Don't force my hand.”

Batman, in the late stages of throat cancer, merely stared coldly at the group of gangsters. Though his voice was soft, it made them unconsciously take a few steps back.

“No! You must hand over our boss! Otherwise, we won’t leave.”

The leader, dressed in a suit and resembling the Penguin, was healthy and tall. He was the Penguin's top henchman.

Alfred's voice came through Batman's cowl.

[Icicle Locke of the Iceberg Lounge, the Penguin's current top enforcer. Master Bruce, be careful of his ice-based superpowers.]

Batman didn't speak but directly adopted a fighting stance. The power armor on his body began to operate, with red energy bars making him look imposing.

He now focused intently on Icicle Locke.

Locke's henchmen quickly scattered. They had all heard about this Batman. It was said that the boss had transferred him to the pharmaceutical factory long ago. Not only had he not died, but he had also escaped!

Moreover, looking at Batman's current mental state, he didn't seem to have been abused for a long time at all. Too terrifying! Whether in terms of mentality, luck, or combat power, this guy is too terrifying!

“I advise you, you stinking bat, don't think that wearing a layer of iron shell can resist my low temperature. As long as you hand over our boss, we'll let you leave!”

The air exhaled from Icicle Locke's mouth gradually turned white. Frost began to appear on his hands, face, and hair, indicating that he was about to use his superpowers.

“Do you need my help?”

Nightwing asked, not because he wanted to intervene, but subconsciously, asking the question he most often asked when he was Robin.

The familiar feeling made Batman pause for a moment, then immediately respond: “Stay put.”

After saying that, he rushed forward without looking back.

“Tch, still the same!”

Nightwing curled his lip dismissively. It was always like this. However, he might have forgotten that this was very likely Batman's subconscious behavior—a slip of the tongue.

Icicle Locke conjured an ice blade with his bare hands and slashed at Batman.

If it were an ordinary citizen, they would definitely be stabbed to death by this sharp ice blade.

If it were a five-star good citizen, proficient in all kinds of weapons, they could indeed continuously fight against Icicle Locke. However, the cold air emitted by Icicle Locke would eventually cause the five-star citizen to fall into a disadvantage and then be stabbed to death by the ice blade.

However, the one fighting Icicle Locke now was the Dark Knight, Batman, who had long been famous in Gotham. With a set of swift combos, he knocked the knife out of Icicle Locke's hand.

Before the opponent could condense the next ice blade, Batman used a chokehold and a grappling move, neatly pinning him to the ground.

Icicle Locke immediately unleashed the cold air from his entire body, covering Batman's armor with a layer of frost.

“Let go of me, or you'll be turned into an ice cube!”

Batman calmly opened the armor on his wrist, pressed a few buttons, and his power armor began to emit high heat. The frost turned into water vapor with two “hiss” sounds.

Icicle Locke, his face covered in hot air:

“You! You're specifically targeting me!”

“No, it's just that you happen to be within my targeted range!”

The power armor itself was a combat armor customized to deal with those strange superpowered individuals. Temperature control was the most basic ability, allowing him to fight continuously in cold and hot areas.

Low-temperature abilities like Icicle Locke's are useless before the power armor's energy is exhausted!

Seeing their leader easily subdued by Batman, the GCPD officers quickly stepped forward, quickly surrounding Batman, with their guns pointed at the rabble to prevent them from rioting.

Batman skillfully got up, signaling the GCPD officers to arrest Icicle Locke.

Injecting him with a sedative would be enough to knock him out for 24 hours!

Gotham currently doesn't have a special method to deal with these superpowered individuals, so it's relatively simple and crude. The police department will lock the superpowered criminals in a special alloy prison, waiting for the 24-hour superpower drug effect to wear off, and then transfer them to ordinary prisons.

Batman watched them put Icicle Locke into the police car and leave, then turned to look at the group of gangsters who hadn't dispersed.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted:

“Fuck, what are we afraid of with so many of us! Let's fight them!

Corey, don't forget your child!

Rosa, your money!

Callis, aren't you going to take revenge!

You have no choice, let's go!”

After this shout, three bestial people rushed out. Not only that, but others, led by these three, injected themselves with potions as if they didn't care about the cost!

Gene mutations began, and one by one, massive mutated creatures appeared in public view.

“Holy crab! What monsters!” Fearful citizens ran back frantically.

Those who weren't afraid of death were also running back, because these monsters were emitting all sorts of strange abilities, such as poison gas and poison needles.

Mutations in the street caused great chaos. Nightwing cursed, “Fuck!”

Then he took out his stick and bravely rushed forward, fighting with those gene monsters who were frantically twisting in pain.

“Careful!”

A Batarang shot out, deflecting the gene monster's bone needle. The grappling gun fired, and Batman quickly moved between the tall buildings, looking for a position to attack.

“Alfred, can you find their weaknesses? By the way, notify the research institute and ask how the reverse engineering is going.”

Alfred manipulated the Batcomputer, analyzing their physiological structure.

[Master Bruce, the mutation is still continuing. I suggest you use a tranquilizer gun, with a large dose, to immobilize them first, and then control them.]

[The people at the research institute replied that there are too many genes in their bodies. Without their original gene samples, reverse engineering is very slow. That is to say, they have no results.]

Batman leaped over the "arm" that was flung at him. It could no longer be called an arm; it had mutated into an eight-meter-long fleshy whip. A light flick of it could shatter the load-bearing wall of a cement building.

The buildings on both sides of the street had been basically flattened by these five monsters.

Nightwing had been knocked away multiple times, relying solely on his powered armor to avoid being killed outright.

These monsters possessed immense strength, capable of flinging cars and buildings with ease.

"Ptooey!" Nightwing spat out blood. "What are these monsters?!

I thought things were scary enough inside the cannery, but I never imagined things would be even more terrifying outside of it!"

His baton was charged with high-voltage electricity, but after dozens of strikes, the monster opposite him was completely unfazed. On the contrary, a casual movement sent him flying. It was terrifying!

The perspective shifted to Batman. He used his grappling hook to deploy a capture net around the surrounding buildings, using specialized steel cables to confine them within a certain area.

"Damn it, if I had the gene reversal drug right now, this wouldn't be happening. I should have prepared earlier! Damn it!"

It was all because everything happened too suddenly, with unexpected situations arising. Batman hated surprises!

Just as Batman and Nightwing were struggling to control the five gene monsters...

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Meanwhile, in Hell...

Kowalski was inspecting his troops.

Using that piece of Hell metal, plus the Decepticon digital core with special data that belonged to Kowalski.

Kowalski's massive body was like a super factory, capable of creating any tool and performing any operation within its body. Therefore, it effortlessly mass-produced an army of mechanical sheep.

Each one was a top-tier technological creation, ready to deploy a zerg rush strategy at any moment.

There were a total of five hundred mechanical sheep, each scaled down proportionally to one meter in height, their limbs covered in black outer shells decorated with green纹路.

With the Decepticon digital core as their core, they had transcended the category of ordinary mechanical sheep.

They were somewhat like derivatives of the Decepticons.

"Now, return and stand by!"

The five hundred mechanical sheep transformed into black and green liquid streams, quickly surging towards Kowalski and forming a trench coat on its body.

"A super-sized penguin wearing a trench coat? I didn't think you'd be so bored," Garfield quipped at Kowalski's aesthetic.

"Big Brother Garfield, portability is a very important factor. If I stuffed the mechanical sheep legion into my belly, you wouldn't have any room to sit."

Kowalski transformed its form, a circle of green digital紋路 rotating and appearing above its head, scanning it from head to toe, like swiping a card.

During this scan, Kowalski rapidly transformed, becoming a Kryptonian spaceship with many exterior decorations added.

"Let's go, Garfield. It's time to leave Hell!"

Tian Xiaoban ran into the penguin spaceship. The interior was exactly the same as the candy spaceship. Garfield followed as well.

"Couldn't you have made the interior a little nicer?"

Garfield looked at the interior with disdain. This cold interior made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

It reminded Garfield of the days when he was being bled.

"As you command, I'll do it!"

Black and green liquid metal poured out from inside the spaceship.

"Get me a big sofa here, put a bed here, and put a big monitor here. A spaceship should look like a spaceship. You have to make it feel like home!"

Garfield rambled on, and Kowalski did as he asked. The black and green liquid metal transformed one by one according to what Garfield said.

You have to say, after this makeover, it really felt like a cozy home.

Tian Xiaoban didn't care what they did and sprawled out on the sofa.

Outside the 'Living Dead Tomb,' God-level Garfield reached out and poked into the void, and the passage between Hell and the real world was opened.

The penguin spaceship rushed into the passage and arrived in Gotham in the blink of an eye.

......

Such a huge spaceship suddenly appearing in the sky was hard to miss.

Even if there was a battle going on below...

"What the heck? Are the Kryptonians out of their minds? They still want to mess things up at a time like this?"

Nightwing cursed loudly. He couldn't imagine what kind of hell on earth it would become if aliens and gene monsters wreaked havoc in Gotham together.

Batman didn't say anything. He just silently pulled out a pile of equipment, all pulse weapons, specifically designed to paralyze mechanical devices.

The five gene monsters roared to the sky. It was an instinct from their genes, a natural fear of large, moving objects.

The green digital halo reappeared, scanning from the head of the spaceship all the way to the tail.

The huge spaceship changed from horizontal to vertical and began to "ku ku ku ka ka", mechanically transforming.

"What the heck! This is a freaking Transformer! Holy crab! This isn't a Kryptonian invasion, it's a freaking Cybertronian invasion!!!"

Nightwing really couldn't hold back anymore, cursing and complaining at the same time. At the same time, his worldview was being shattered.

The Transformers from the cartoons, they really appeared!

It's over, the world belongs to Cybertron now!

Could it be that there really is a Unicron sealed in this Earth!

The metal penguin slowly descended from the sky, trying to avoid the buildings, and landed in an open area.

When it saw Batman and the others, it even waved its mechanical fin.

This action of its scared many people. The movements were smooth, without any mechanical obstruction, and you could even see rich expressions on its mechanical face.

Damn, it really is a Transformer!

Even the always calm and composed Batman was stunned, suddenly feeling a sense of the collapse of his worldview.

Could it be that the person who made the cartoon really saw a Transformer?!

Just then, the penguin's belly opened, and Tian Xiaoban and Garfield walked out.

"Hi, looks like you guys need some help!"

Batman's shocked expression was immediately retracted.