American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

Nightwing was initially embarrassed, but when he heard that Garfield could actually cure genetic diseases, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets:

"Huh? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Tian Xiaoban shrugged:

"You didn't ask, did you? You didn't think Garfield's treatment was just about flashing green light, did you? I told you, it's very powerful! All-around."

"Oh... I'm sorry, it's my fault. Could you please trouble Mr. Garfield to go to the hospital tomorrow to save someone? Those genetically mutated guys are really too pitiful."

"Sure. I'll help you out, but remember to treat me to a big meal!"

Garfield's tail swayed. After eating that person, it sensed a familiarity, feeling that its genes had been mixed into that person's body.

"No problem, you can eat whatever you want, as long as you can buy it."

Garfield: "It's settled then. Oh, we're here. It's down there, I can feel it, how strange."

"What's wrong?" Tian Xiaoban asked.

"Among the people below, well, there are a few who are actually able to synchronize with my senses. They might have discovered us."

Nightwing nodded, made some settings on the control panel, then walked to the back and began to put on his power armor.

"I've already set the fighter jets to return to base automatically. Let's go down."

"Okay, let me show you my transformation!"

Tian Xiaoban didn't waste any time. Although he could fight without transforming, well, he looked cool when he transformed!

Especially when facing Nightwing, who has never seen him transform, the hero transforms!

The transformation light effect resembled a green flashbang, which was extremely dazzling.

Even Nightwing, who was wearing power armor, was so blinded by the light that he closed his eyes.

The light faded, and a metallic sound rang out.

"Wow, this feels pretty good. It's a shapeshifter!"

The shapeshifter is derived from the genes of shapeshifters on Gavin B. Its main body is black and white, covered in green, circuit board-like stripes. Before transforming, its body resembles an unstable gel bubble.

Nightwing was startled by the creature's strange appearance and took a small step back, causing the entire fighter jet to sway. Fortunately, the jet's balancing system performed well and quickly returned to normal.

"So, this is an alien? I've learned something new. You look like you can barely stand up, what good are you?"

"Aha, you're in luck! I'll take care of leveling up, and you can take care of fighting monsters."

When the shapeshifter speaks, the eye on the top of his head flashes.

To be honest, it looks pretty scary, like a ghost standing in front of you.

Nightwing, not understanding, responded with a bewildered "Huh?"

The shapeshifter's hand rested on Nightwing's power armor.

Then, his entire gel-like body began to be completely covered along the point where the hand touched, and the entire alien crawled into the power armor.

"WOWWOWWOW... What happened?"

Inside the power armor's visor, where the monitor used to be, the screen suddenly turned black and white, and then a familiar green halo appeared there.

"This alien's ability is to upgrade machinery, and the extent to which it can be upgraded depends entirely on my knowledge. You're in luck."

As the shapeshifter spoke, it switched the external view to the fighter jet's internal glass, where it saw the power armor it now looked like.

With its black and white color scheme, the overall style leans towards a futuristic warrior. The two-meter-tall mecha, after being modified by the shapeshifter, is even more streamlined, giving it a high-tech nanotech combat suit feel.

The hand shield unfolds, transforming the original circular shield, which was only one meter in diameter, into an energy shield 80 meters in diameter.

The data panel on the mask opened, quickly introducing all the upgrades made. Nightwing's mouth remained open after the initial shock.

"Wow...that's so cool!"

Nightwing couldn't think of any other words.

"Ban, can I eat this?"

Garfield wondered if this gel-like alien body could be considered a biological type? Could its genes be converted by an ultimate life form?

"This... might not work. This thing is more like a life form like a Digimon. Why don't you try taking a bite?"

Before Nightwing could react, the power armored figure knelt down on one knee and reached out his hand.

Nightwing was dumbfounded again: "Hey, hey, hey, you can control me?"

"Nonsense, how can I upgrade this power armor if I don't control it? Don't worry, I'll leave the combat to you. Right now, it's time for me and my pet cat to have some fun."

Garfield took a bite out of the black finger.

"Crunch, crunch. It doesn't taste good, and it seems useless."

Tian Xiaoban: "It's okay. After the fight, I'll give some to Kovacs so he can study it."

Nightwing: "Who is Kovacs?"

Tian Xiaoban: "It's none of your business, you don't know them anyway. Next up, we'll be on stage!"

In an instant, the back of the power armor folded and transformed, revealing a rocket backpack.

They flew down from the fighter jets!

Chapter 126 Foolish, it's just broken, I can fix it.

"Diu——～Bang!"

One knee on the ground, and the hero makes his entrance!

Nightwing felt a numbness in his knees.

"Damn it, is this how you fly? Landing straight down without any cushioning? Then what's the point of turning into a rocket pack?!"

A green circle appeared on the power armor's view panel, flashing and saying, "You're fine, don't worry. Even if you were lame, with a comminuted fracture, and had done metal tap dancing, Garfield could still cure you."

"Shit! Wait, they're here! It's all your fault, you made such a commotion!"

A group of hundreds of people approached in perfect unison, carrying machine guns, as if they had been trained. Each of them was dressed like a Terminator, with bulging muscles all over their bodies and covered in ammunition.

"Activate the shield!"

"I don't need you to remind me!"

The black and white metal shield on his right hand popped open, revealing a green energy shield with a diameter of 180 meters, which basically protected the main body of the power armor.

The shield had barely been deployed when countless bullets came hurtling towards them, machine gun fire pounding the shield and creating green ripples.

"Wow, the enemy's firepower is incredible!"

Nightwing advanced rapidly, braving the enemy fire.

Shapeshifter: "The shield is for blocking projectiles; the power armor is sufficient to handle ordinary bullets."

The battle is yours. What weapon do you need? A lightsaber, an energy cannon, or a railgun?

"No need, I'm more comfortable using sticks, two tactical short sticks, preferably ones that can be assembled together."

As Nightwing spoke, he raised his shield to block a rocket, then punched away a subsequent rocket. He raised his shield and charged toward the burly man carrying the rocket launcher.

Shapeshifter: "No problem, titanium alloy tactical short stick, wrapped with the shapeshifter's body tissue, connected to the armor's energy, allowing you to discharge electricity at will!"

"Go for it, Nightwing! Let me see just how powerful the original Robin, trained by Batman, really is."

The power armor's viewport was fully open, and the 180-degree fan-shaped field of vision caught Nightwing's eye.

"OK. This is what power armor should look like."

He swung the two short sticks, leaving afterimages. The speed of his power armor made his movements like a ghost. The black and white armor could also automatically adapt to the ambient light to achieve a camouflage effect.

It was already dark. The guards at the pharmaceutical factory were all elites from the gang, each a ruthless man who had fought his way through gunfire.

Even if they couldn't clearly see the figures darting around on the other side, their enhanced physical abilities, thanks to the super-powered drugs, allowed them to roughly know which direction to shoot in.

Based on their tactics and firepower, this patrol squad of over 300 super-powered individuals was more than enough for them to carve out any city without access to super-powered drugs.

Nightwing charged into the crowd, his black power armor unleashing its full power, and in just ten minutes, he had taken down everyone.

Their formidable defenses ignore bullets; the armor's exterior is covered in high-voltage electricity. Sometimes, you don't even need to hit them with a stick; just passing by will cause the current to automatically strike them.

Take them down, easy peasy.

This sudden high-voltage electric shock made these young men go to bed exceptionally early today.

"That was so cool, it was the easiest battle I've ever fought since my debut."

Why is this power armor so much lighter? And why does the battery level displayed on the panel only show a tiny bit of power consumption? Doesn't this full-body electrical discharge method consume a lot of energy?

The green circle reappeared on the icon, flashing and saying: "The shapeshifter has excellent conductivity. As long as the current does not exceed the limit that the gel body can withstand, the shapeshifter is the best conductive material in the world!"

This power armor is exceptionally well-designed, maximizing the energy utilization of a small nuclear reactor. Unless an even more advanced material is used, this is the limit of its capabilities.

But now I'm here!

I've upgraded its performance to the highest level. Even a complete novice, let alone a combat expert like yourself, could move freely among a million soldiers wearing this power armor.

Nightwing jumped twice, looking at the gathering crowd: "Very good, then let's keep charging!"

………………

Deep within the research institute, the Mad Hatter had just used the tools here to create several brainwave control chips.

Equip the Riddler, Scarecrow, Penguin, and Bane with the items.

The consciousness of these four people is now trapped deep within their bodies, making them unable to control their own bodies and temporarily no different from being in a vegetative state.

Unlike those in a vegetative state, the Mad Hatter's control chip allows him to easily control them.

When the last chip was finished, the Mad Hatter breathed a sigh of relief.

This last one is specifically designed for Batman. It increases the output power of the lullaby, so even a giant elephant can be controlled by this chip to dance.

"Perfect, now I can leave this place and continue my search for my Alice. Shit, I knew I shouldn't have come, you bunch of idiots! I wasted my time building such a great machine for you!"

The five consciousnesses trapped inside the body were all conscious. They could hear the Mad Hatter's curses and gritted their teeth almost simultaneously, all harboring hatred for the Mad Hatter.

"He's dead!" ×4

Batman is still resisting hypnosis...