American comics: Random transformations

"Fine, I'll just use magic to make my own fried eggs! Don't get me wrong, I'm really not doing it just to eat! Maybe these fried eggs can play a crucial role in the upcoming battle! Hey, listen to me, don't rush! Sharpening the axe won't delay the work!"

Jason ignored this glutton. They had already reached the perimeter wall of the chemical factory.

He glared disapprovingly at Zest, and after the latter shut his mouth, he said:

"I'll go in first to check the situation. You figure out your own way!"

Hearing it was such a small matter, Zest laughed and said, "Ahahaha, don't underestimate the Prophet! I have special wall-climbing skills!"

To Jason's shock, Zest "crack"ed his face shell and easily removed it, then threw it into the chemical factory!

The remaining part took a few steps back and then crashed into the wall, smashing into pieces all over the ground.

Those eggshell fragments eerily floated upwards, chasing after the large piece of eggshell that had flown into the factory.

Jason fired a grappling hook and chased after them, watching the eggshell on the ground, broken into several pieces, actually quickly restore itself. The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

What kind of weird operation is this? Just climbing a wall, is it really necessary?

"The rest of my eggshell will automatically follow. How about that, amazing, right! I can even slow down the recovery speed and play dead!"

Looking at the smug white eggshell, Jason complained, "What a useless ability! Aren't you supposed to know reverse magic? Wouldn't it be better to just speak and use magic to fly over!"

"Ahahaha, I forgot!" Zest, having recovered, touched his white eggshell head and laughed awkwardly.

He himself had noticed that his eggshell head was easily distracted now, and he cursed inwardly: Damn Zest.

Dong, dong, dong, dong…

A group of people dressed in very 'mat' style, surrounded them with guns.

Crack, crack…

Hundreds of pistols were aimed at the two of them who had just climbed over the wall.

"Oh, oh, we've been discovered right away!"

Zest immediately stuffed a piece of eggshell into Jason and then raised his hands.

Jason slipped it into his clothes without a word. He was about to make a move, but found there were too many people.

He could only helplessly raise his hands. Robin's suit couldn't withstand the shooting of so many guns.

But he was still annoyed and complained, "Damn it! You idiot! It's all your fault, the noise your eggshell made was too loud!"

"It's okay, watch the Prophet!"

Zest took a few steps forward with a mysterious "confidence", and said in a familiar tone, "Everyone, everyone, we're just here for sightseeing. Can you all give me some face and pretend you didn't see anything?"

To be honest, seeing such a strange thing that could actually talk, this group of lunatics and criminals were still taken aback.

Thug A: "What the hell is this? A talking egg?"

Thug B: "Hey, it's Gotham, it's normal for strange things to appear. Don't be so surprised, this might be something some eccentric doctor came up with."

Zest said unhappily, "Hey! Show some respect, I'm still a Prophet!"

Little Leader: "Stop talking nonsense, fire!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…

Three minutes later…

A complete egg, after being covered by firepower, was shattered into eggshells all over the ground, looking like it had died in place.

Jason's mouth twitched. He knew this guy couldn't die, but seeing that he didn't seem to be recovering, he guessed that this guy wanted to play dead to escape!

"Damn it!"

Those gun muzzles neatly shifted and instantly aimed at Jason Todd.

One of the people in the team shouted, "Take Robin away! That's what the boss wants!"

Jason kindly reminded them, "Hey! Wait, haven't you dealt with it yet? It still has eggshell!"

Thug A: "Kid, you talk too much! Let's go, or we'll kill you!"

His gun muzzle pressed against Jason's forehead, still warm from being fired.

Jason moved back a little from the heat: "F*ck, I'll remember you, bastard! Sooner or later, I'll blow your head off! OK, take me to see the Joker."

Jason dodged the gun muzzle again, and a group of people pressed him to see the Joker, ignoring the pile of eggshells on the ground that was slowly recovering.

… … … … …

Passing through the factory gate, Jason was taken to the chemical pool.

Eight huge chemical pools were boiling with a strange green liquid.

The Joker was standing on the metal corridor, waiting for him.

"Look, look, who is this? A new little bird I don't recognize.

It must be that I haven't been out for too long, and the little birds have been replaced. What a pity, what a pity it wasn't me who helped Little Bat replace them."

Jason roared, "Joker! Where is the dirty bomb!"

Jason's Robin suit had a listening device on it, and it was activated as soon as he saw the Joker!

"Hahahaha, you want to know? I won't tell you!

Ah~ Little bird, little bird, that's a gift I prepared for Little Bat, not for you, you can't steal it."

The Joker arrogantly approached Jason, almost face to face, wanting to see the Robin's terrified eyes.

However, Jason, who came from an orphanage, had seen all kinds of scenes. There was no fear in his eyes, only anger and unwillingness. If he could get out of trouble now, he would definitely fight the Joker one-on-one.

"You won't succeed, Joker, Batman will definitely stop you!"

The Joker rolled his eyes and said disappointedly, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, how boring, you are not as interesting as Little Bat."

He then instructed his subordinates, "Tie up the little bird! Hehehe, let's wait for our protagonist to make his entrance! I'll let him watch his little bird die right before his eyes! Hahahahaha..."

"Hahaha, yes, boss!" × N

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Just as they were getting handsy with Robin, engaging in some bondage play,

Batman had arrived in the shadows at the top of the factory!

Just as they tightened the chains around Robin, five batarangs sliced through the air.

"Ah! Fak, my hand!"

"Ah, my leg! He's here, he's here! Go find the boss!"

"I found him! There, fire!"

"He's there! Full firepower!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

After a burst of gunfire, Batman in the shadows used his bat-cape to perfectly block all the bullets.

He leaped up, like a giant bat, darting down from the metal rafters.

Using the momentum, he kicked away two thugs, then Batman rolled to dissipate the force, quickly stood up, and assumed an offensive stance.

In the next second, the Joker's henchmen swarmed him, trying to suppress Batman with their numerical advantage.

"Batman, be careful!" Jason shouted anxiously.

The situation seemed critical, but Batman himself didn't panic. The lenses on his mask had already popped down to cover his eyes. He held three smoke bombs in his left hand, and had just finished putting on his mask with his right.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The smoke bombs exploded, and a large amount of white fog spread out. Red lenses activated thermal imaging mode, and Batman began his hunt in the white fog!

Of course, Batman wouldn't kill anyone, but he would render everyone present incapable of action!

That is, break their limbs!

Instantly, "Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out continuously.

When the smoke cleared, the ground was covered with people.

Most of them had fractured limbs, and many had black eyes and swollen faces. These were the ones who were more resistant to blows, but they were also directly knocked unconscious by Batman.

Crack, crack, crack... Sixteen people with completely broken limbs suddenly stood up from the ground.

They were obviously different from the others. Each of them was expressionless, emotionless killers.

Talons!

Batman, who had already guessed this, activated the arm blade on his gauntlets and charged towards them.

Knowing that these things could only move because of a denture, Batman decisively decapitated them.

Even with their heads on the ground, their mouths still opened and closed, trying to bite Batman.

Batman kicked them away, then looked solemnly at the smiling Joker!

"Hahaha ~ Interesting! You actually killed them so easily? What about your no-killing principle? Hehehe hehe..."

Batman's deep voice sounded: "The dead should stay dead. They don't even count as people!

Joker, where is the dirty bomb?"

The Joker's expression was exaggerated, his acting slightly over the top: "Hehehe hehe, I didn't expect you to chase me to ask for a gift. I'm so happy, hahaha. But, the gift isn't here! Little bat, you can guess!"

Batman rushed forward, wanting to subdue the Joker first. He was also very good at interrogation!

However, the Joker seemed to have sensed this and took a few steps back, arriving at the switch of the electric winch.

Batman stopped.

"Hehehe hehe, let's make a choice, Batman." The Joker grinned and said, "Do you want the clue to the dirty bomb, or your little bird?"

Batman: "I can save Robin first and then take you down. Your threat is useless."

The Joker also agreed:

"Hahaha, yes, yes, you certainly can, but that's enough time for it to explode! Hehehe hehe.

That timer on the little bird, see it? That's the dirty bomb's detonation timer ~

Hehe, I have one in my heart too!

Either of these two timers malfunctioning can stop the dirty bomb from exploding!

Either kill me, take out the thing in my heart, and destroy it, or let that little bird over there fall! Fall into the chemical pool!"

The Joker's tense smiling face was full of joy!

The timer that could detonate the dirty bomb was stored next to the Joker's heart. The one on Jason's body was just an alarm clock.

The Joker just liked to watch the struggle of human nature!

Chapter 24: The dashing Superman arrives

Batman was indeed in a dilemma.

First of all, years of battling the Joker had taught Batman that the Joker's words could not be trusted!

The Joker was best at using language traps and rhetoric to deceive, in order to unearth the ugliness of human nature.

He would give people hope, and then, in the next moment, extinguish that hope, making people experience the most desperate despair.

The Joker said that there were two timers, and both could disarm the bomb, which was very strange!

With his Joker's personality, he wouldn't do the stupid things that the Riddler likes to do!

Therefore, in Batman's view, this was a language trap, designed to make people think that as long as one timer was destroyed, Gotham City could be saved.

But with Batman's understanding of the Joker, those two timers probably needed to be destroyed together, otherwise it would be gambling on the Joker's integrity.

But... did the Joker have integrity?

Anyone could guess that he didn't!

The Joker never gave people a choice. What he offered were all inescapable plots with despair attached. Simply put, there was no choice.

Just as Batman was preparing to save Jason first.