American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 126 The Trap Set by the Riddler (One more chapter to go)

"The Frogman, Chase Norman."

Peabody walked ahead, introducing the patient to the two people behind him as he slowed his pace.

He believed that a giant bullfrog was residing in his stomach, controlling his thoughts.

"Quack quack quack."

Chase squatted on the bed, sticking out his tongue repeatedly, his eyes glazed over.

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack!"

A flying insect swooped by and he swallowed it whole.

have eaten?

How disgusting!

Dior snorted and quickly looked away.

He suspected Peabody did it on purpose.

We've encountered too many lunatics along the way, even though frogmen are practically nobody in Arkham.

After all, the Joker, the Electrocution Man, and the Riddler are the truly seriously ill patients.

And watching frogmen all the time isn't good either, ratmen aren't good either.

"The activity area is just ahead. Many patients with mild symptoms move around in there."

"Yeah?"

Fox, holding his instruments, openly and honestly probed around.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep.

"Um?"

Peabody adjusted his glasses, stared at the equipment in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Fox, what are you doing?"

"Oh, this."

Fox confidently displayed the instrument in his hand, without batting an eye, "This is an air quality detector, used to detect particulate matter."

"right."

Dior withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and quickly chimed in, "We need to know if the environment the patient is in is healthy."

A glint of insight flashed in Ms. Peabody's eyes, and she smiled knowingly. "That would be wonderful."

"This way."

Golden sparks of electricity emanated from Dio's feet, but dissipated the moment they touched the concrete ground.

The ripples cannot penetrate here.

It seems that finding the entrance to the Indian Hills Laboratory in this way won't work.

Fox didn't gain much either.

Although the Indian Hill Laboratory contained a large amount of radioactive material, it was not easy to pinpoint its location in the vast Arkham Valley with just a handheld instrument.

Moreover, Peabody kept leading them in circles.

Dior suspected that Hugo had hidden the entrance to the laboratory in the intensive care unit, which was why the Riddler was able to find it.

But how did Ed manage to evade those overhead surveillance cameras?

This makes no sense.

He quickly organized the intelligence at hand and came to a conclusion.

The Riddler collaborated with Hugo.

That's why he was able to draw a mark on the corner of the wall and avoid being monitored.

This is a trap!

Dio acted decisively, grabbing Fox and deliberately raising his voice, "Fox, I think we should go. I have something important to take care of back home."

He bet the other party wouldn't dare to directly turn hostile!

"Hmph, catch them."

Peabody turned around and instructed the two white-clad staff members beside him, "This is the doctor's order."

Two muscular staff members exchanged a glance, then strode over menacingly.

They actually turned on each other?

Dior frowned.

"Looks like we've been exposed, but don't worry..."

Fox stretched his neck, then stepped forward confidently. "I'm a black belt in judo, leave it to me."

"When did you start practicing?"

Dior glanced at Fox's skinny, monkey-like figure, his tone skeptical.

"I practiced at night school."

Fox assumed a fighting stance and beckoned to the two slowly approaching figures with his finger. "Come on!"

night school?

Is this how you practice skills at night school?

Dio glanced at the two burly men in white again and immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The hushed footsteps, the numb eyes, and that indescribable aura.

These two people could be...

"Wait! Fox! Let me handle this!"

"Oh, they're just two staff members."

Fox raised his hand to block Dio's arm and went to meet him on his own.

His steps were steady, and his judo stance was quite impressive.

Dior raised an eyebrow, choosing to respect others' choices, and took two steps back.

The two burly men opposite them accelerated simultaneously; one threw a punch straight at the face, while the other launched a flying kick straight at the chest.

"Aha!"

Fox shouted to bolster his courage, then looked up sharply, only to meet those numb, empty eyes.

His movements froze, and he muttered, "OH! NO."

boom!

A figure flew back at a speed even faster than it had rushed forward, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters before coming to a stop.

"I knew it."

Dior covered his face in exasperation.

"Uh~"

Fox collapsed to the ground, letting out a weak groan.

"That's what I was just about to say."

Dio looked down at the curled-up body at his feet, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You told me not to say it."

"But don't worry, they're just two defeated opponents..."

next second.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The cell doors along the entire corridor popped open simultaneously.

One by one, staff members dressed in white walked out of the door, not speaking, not blinking, just staring at Dior expressionlessly.

Dior's smile froze on his face.

He looked around; in front of him, behind him, to his left and right, all he saw were people in white.

There is no doubt that these are claws, more than 20 in total!

But if you're in a narrow corridor, and you're at a disadvantage in terms of size, strength, and even speed, then...

That's the kind of trick you should use in this situation.

Joestar family's ancestral techniques!

Dior glanced discreetly at the ventilation ducts overhead.

This is an excellent escape route.

Sorry, Fox!

He was just about to summon the Golden Experience to open the pipe when his body leaped...

?

Dior looked closer and realized that the ventilation ducts overhead were welded shut!

It's welded shut!

Did you even think of that?

At Peabody's signal, several claws approached step by step.

"etc!"

Dior shouted with an extremely serious expression, his sharply defined features exuding a particularly imposing aura.

He leaned forward, his upper body slightly tilted back, crossed his arms, and let out a cold snort.

Do you really think you can fight the great Dio Brando?

But before he could say it...

The claws took another step forward in unison.

"Wait, wait!"

Dio lost his composure instantly; he didn't want to be torn to shreds by these claws.

He scratched his head, gave an awkward smile, and raised his hands. "I surrender. Actually, we're in cahoots, right?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Ms. Peabody scoffed dismissively and waved her hand.

"Let's get started."

This time, however, none of the claws made a move.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

The leader of the Claws stepped forward, pointed at Fox, and said, "We'll give him a quick death."

"but..."

The leader of the Claws pointed at Dio, who was surrounded in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't have to die. This is the Grand Justice's order."

Upon hearing this, Dio unexpectedly exchanged a glance with Fox on the ground.

Fox stood up, clutching his chest. He looked at Dio, then at the Claw leader, his brow furrowed. "The Grand Justice's order? Dio, you and them..."

"I understand. You betrayed Bruce's trust. You are a traitor."

Dior frowned but didn't say anything more.

To be honest, he couldn't understand why the Owl Court had let him off the hook.

Could it be that the contact person is having an affair with someone in their own family?

"You have to come with us, Dio Brando."

The leader of the Claws walked over and with a gentle wave of his hand, the encirclement dissipated.

"Haven't you always wanted to speak with the Supreme Court Justice?"

"Now, you can make your choice."

"We'll die here with them."

"Come with me."

Supreme Court Justice?

My contact is a judge in the Court of Owls?

What a joke!

A very special leadership role in the Court of Owls is that of the Supreme Court Justice.

And she turned out to be his contact person?

This is becoming increasingly unusual.

Dio calmly considered the situation in his mind.

Since the other party wants to talk, it means that I have some value to them and that I am not in immediate danger.

Moreover, this is an opportunity to get in touch with the Owl Court.

"I'll go with you."

"A wise choice. As for this person..."

The leader of the Claws glanced at Fox indifferently and waved his hand.

"Dr. Strange will need him."