American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

"Get out of here! You're not welcome here!"

"Huh? What are you talking about, little brat?"

An invisible pressure propelled the riddle teller out of the alley.

The riddle-maker, bewildered, bumped into something else.

A super-sized bat.

Chapter 125 I'll Level Up, You Fight

"A generous gift of crabs! How can there be such a huge bat!"

The riddle-maker was so frightened by the two large nostrils of the giant bat pointing at him that his hair stood on end.

The fangs under a bat's nostrils are terrifying to look at; if you were bitten, it would definitely hurt a lot.

The riddle-maker quickly floated backward, trying to get away from the giant bat.

The giant bat wasn't about to let this opportunity pass by. It flapped its wings rapidly and gave chase to the meat that had been delivered to its doorstep.

"Get away! Get out of here! Don't come any closer!"

In this realm of consciousness, everything can be achieved through imagination. The riddle-maker keeps imagining himself as Superman, who can definitely fly faster than this bat.

But the reality is that this giant bat triggered bad memories for him, just like that damned Batman, who could never escape the Riddler's pursuit whenever he committed a crime, relentlessly chasing after him.

No matter what the riddle-maker imagines—swords, spears, clubs, fortresses, mechs—that bat will mercilessly tear it apart.

"Wow, this is Batman's rebellious spirit! It's terrifying! These guys are definitely psychopaths!"

Batman is Batman's fear, and Batman instills fear in all Gotham criminals.

Moreover, the Riddler's condition is similar to PTSD and megalophobia. Seeing this thing immediately reminds him of Batman, which causes him psychological trauma.

The fear of this giant bat is a weakness of the mind; the more you fear it, the harder it is to overcome it.

The Riddler, carrying the giant bat, rushed into the maze created by the four, dragging Bane, the Penguin, and the Scarecrow into the escape.

"Where did you find this giant crab? It's huge!"

The penguin man, running wildly on his short legs, was so frightened by the sight of such a large bat that he almost peed his pants.

Bain was running around too. Although he wasn't afraid of bats, he knew he couldn't beat one this big!

"Fuck you, Riddler, you just wait!"

"It's not my fault. I was just walking around and I saw it. It must be Batman's rebellious spirit. How about we team up and defeat him?"

The scarecrow, running the fastest, overheard the conversation behind him and cursed, "Fuck, if you want to die, go ahead. I don't want to be brain dead so soon."

……

In the laboratory, the machine connecting four people had begun to emit light smoke, and a burnt smell permeated the room.

The Mad Hatter, who was in charge of the machine, sensed something was wrong; it was a sign that the machine was about to overload.

If this machine malfunctions, then these four people will also be in trouble!

Their consciousness will be trapped inside their bodies, like a person in a vegetative state, unable to control their actions.

"Shit, what do I do, what do I do? This is a huge gift, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!!"

He was frantic, wondering what to do. He hadn't expected the device to malfunction so quickly when he built it! He hadn't even installed a fuse, let alone a safe logout mode.

If the machine burns out, at the very least, four people will be in a vegetative state!

He saw that the metal casing of the brainwave control chip was already arcing with electricity. If this dragged on any longer, they would really become vegetable patients!

"Oh, damn it, what on earth did they do inside Batman's head?! How exciting must they have been to set off the chip?!"

The burnt smell in the lab grew stronger. To prevent any major problems from occurring, the Mad Hatter adjusted the brain-computer interface, reducing the power of information transmission to a minimum.

Then, the Mad Hatter decisively unplugged the dream machine.

This method carries enormous risks, including mental confusion, delirium, and intermittent amnesia. However, it can be guaranteed that they will not die or become vegetative; at most, they will become mentally impaired.

As long as they don't die, the Mad Hatter can leave this place alive!

There are two forces here: the Penguin and the Bane Gang. If he says that the big shots are messing around and killing him, then the Mad Hatter will also be killed by the big shots' men.

"I hope you can be normal, well, maybe it's better if you're not."

........................

The Bat fighter jet streaked across the sky.

Inside the fighter jet, two people and a cat were discussing how to proceed.

Tian Xiaoban's suggestion was to just charge straight down, not to be afraid of those guys, and just charge down and slaughter them indiscriminately.

Garfield agreed, saying that even in its cat form, it could wreak havoc down there!

Superpowered individuals, huh? Are they that powerful?

Nightwing said: You two are too extreme!

"Shit, we're going to gather intelligence, not to kill indiscriminately. Also, try not to kill anyone in Gotham."

Nightwing didn't argue that they could kill indiscriminately. Putting aside Garfield and Tian Xiaoban's fighting abilities, he was confident he could crush those two gangs with just this power armor.

With full power, the power armor can fight for three hours! What kind of combat can withstand this weapon of mass destruction for three hours?

He could easily destroy such a small settlement in half an hour! Moreover, he could ensure that he wouldn't get hurt.

Tian Xiaoban agreed, saying that it would be beneath them to send out such powerful weapons to deal with these small fry.

"If it's just about getting information, Garfield can handle it. He has special interrogation techniques and will definitely be faster than you!"

"Really?" Nightwing asked curiously.

Before setting off, Garfield was quite flamboyant, using his paw to comb his whiskers: "Mental magic, little rascal!"

Garfield jumped out of the plane, transformed into the Pokémon Gull in the light, and swooped down toward the gang's outpost below.

"Wow, that's so cool!"

Nightwing used the fighter jet's surveillance to capture the entire process of Garfield's transformation, marveling at its magic.

Tian Xiaoban nodded in agreement: "Yes. It gets things done much cooler! Trust me, very quickly!"

Tian Xiaoban's smile was meaningful.

……

The swooping gull smashed through the glass and burst into the crowd. Hundreds of thugs immediately drew their guns and went on alert, while a few took drugs and gained superpowers.

The white bird burst forth with golden electricity. As the electricity propelled the machine, everyone present experienced a numbing electric shock. Golden lightning bolts pierced through them one by one, quickly stunning them all.

Several super soldiers who had taken super-powered drugs did not fall down. They endured the electric shocks and fired bullets as they charged at Garfield the Longwing Gull.

Garfield's form changed from a bird to a Rorowoo!

The burly man with the bull's head ignored the incoming bullets and charged forward fearlessly.

The superpowered beings on the other side were all those who enhanced their physical bodies, and they bravely threw punches at the charging minotaur.

Then they paid the price. The superhuman's pitiful arm was smashed off by the minotaur's even harder body, leaving the arm hanging limply over his body.

"Ah!!!" ×5

The minotaur snorted, two puffs of white breath coming out of his nostrils, and said disdainfully, "Tch, this is what you call a superpowered person? Utterly weak!"

Garfield, almost like a deus ex machina, charged forward, taking down everyone before picking the guy who looked most like the boss, grabbing him, and carrying him into the room.

She probably wanted to take him along to look for information or something.

The two people on the spaceship watched them walk into the room.

Nightwing said, "Your cat didn't kill him, did it?"

Tian Xiaoban looked at him like he was an idiot: "If it wanted to kill, why would it go into the room to kill? Wherever it kills, it doesn't matter. It just wants to go in and interrogate him."

Nightwing felt uncomfortable under Tian Xiaoban's gaze and complained, "Is dragging someone into a room some kind of special interrogation technique?"

"Heh, we dragged him into the room to prevent you from being frightened, Nightwing. Batman's interrogation methods are cruel, aren't they? Garfield will be even crueler, and don't forget, Garfield can also heal!"

Nightwing felt a shiver run down his spine upon hearing this.

Tian Xiaoban wasn't joking; what Roro Ugafi is doing right now is something Nightwing really shouldn't see.

After entering the room, Roro Ugafi scanned the room with electromagnetic waves, causing all electronic devices to shut down, and then devoured the small-time leader in one bite.

Yes, the deeper the bond, the faster it is to get information—down it in one gulp. (Brother A: You're an expert!)

The ultimate life form's abilities instantly analyzed everything about this minor leader, including his genes and the memories in his mind.

Using the genes of the ultimate life form, an identical little leader was created. Apart from being slightly healthier, it was no different from the original, even sharing the same brain.

He tossed him on the ground and Garfield left the room. This was a clever little move by Garfield; this man would serve as a human detector for him, and might come in handy in the future.

As soon as the minotaur stepped out of the room, amidst dazzling transformations, he turned into a long-winged gull, flapped his wings, and flew back into the bat-shaped fighter jet in the sky.

……

"We found out they're in a research institute three kilometers to the west, which is owned by the Penguins. That institute is also a factory that manufactures counterfeit drugs."

"Cool, only three minutes and your interrogation skills are already on par with Batman's."

After praising him, Nightwing piloted the Batfighter and flew towards his new destination!

Garfield, now a cat again, continued:

"That person said that several gangs are working together in that area, and there are at least a thousand people guarding that factory. They are all superhumans!"

He didn't know if Batman was there. But those gang leaders often held meetings there! He was just staying behind at this Gotham distribution point.

"Really? That's good then." Nightwing's expression was serious. "Even if there's no Batman there, taking down the fake drug factory is good too. You haven't done any research, so you have no idea how horribly those people with genetic breakdowns died. Those limbs that twisted and mutated due to various genetic incompatibilities are practically like Cthulhu!"

Nightwing also wanted to talk about those classic cases, hoping to scare them and prove his leadership of the team.

Tian Xiaoban rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. "I've seen hell, how could I be uglier than those hellish creatures?"

"Alright, Dick, don't forget where we came from. In that wretched place called Hell, I've seen all sorts of weird creatures. I'm immune to them now."

Furthermore, you're wrong about one thing: we're very clear about genetic breakdown. Garfield is an expert in genetics. He can treat genetic diseases. As long as someone isn't dead, he can save them.