American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

His green eyes blinked: "Long time no see, Batman. I didn't expect you'd need me to save you."

Batman remained silent: "...It's been a long time."

"Hey Batman, aren't you getting a little complacent? In a place like this, where superpowered individuals are popping up like crazy, how can you be so careless?"

"In fact, I achieved my goal. I found the pharmaceutical factory behind them. This is it, but I didn't expect them to have so many mind-controlling superhumans."

"Are you investigating a pharmaceutical factory? Why didn't you record this in your operation log?"

Nightwing struck up a conversation, expressing his curiosity. His log only contained a brief description, stating that he planned to investigate the Penguin Gang and the Bane Gang's past.

"After I found out that they had opened a pharmaceutical factory without authorization, they collected some substandard gene drugs."

That drug wasn't like the one developed by Lex Luthor. It was a random mutation that could turn people into all sorts of weird and wonderful beings, and that was if it was successful; if it failed, people would die from genetic collapse.

I visited several of the Penguin's pharmaceutical factories, and then they conspired to set a trap and I was captured.

As Batman spoke, he touched his ribs. He remembered that Bane had punched him several times, and his ribs should have been broken, but now they had recovered.

His eyes glanced at Garfield again, albeit subtly.

"Then why didn't you call me back sooner? With my help, you wouldn't be stuck here, being controlled by others."

Nightwing asked angrily.

Batman fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The combination of the shapeshifter and Garfield gives the impression of watching an 8 PM family drama; could there be some hidden story behind it?

“Tell me, Batman, why? Because we had a fight before? Impossible, you're not that kind of person. You wouldn't give up on me going on such a dangerous mission just because we had a fight.”

Based on Nightwing's understanding of Batman, a mission is a mission, and personal emotions should not be mixed with the mission. When Batman needs Robin, he will have Robin forcibly recalled.

If Batman knew the mission was dangerous, he would prepare more tools just in case Robin was in danger.

Although Batman really wanted to say: I can handle this myself, because I am Batman.

However, when he looked at the face beneath the power armor visor, at Dick Grayson wearing an eye patch, the original Robin, he would subconsciously think of Jason, whose heart had been punched through.

That incident was a real mental block, and the creation of the power armor was also to prevent the incident of being punched through the chest from happening again.

"I don't want to lose another son."

The sound was very soft, very soft.

Coincidentally, this power armor, upgraded from a shapeshifter, has excellent sound capture capabilities.

The shapeshifter felt an electric current surge through its body, while Garfield's hair stood on end.

Nightwing's agitated state was instantly calmed down. To be honest, his father's concern was always inexplicable.

"Damn it, why are you getting all sentimental while we're doing a mission? Can't you just get the job done first?"

The shapeshifter couldn't stand these things; they were so cheesy, they almost electrocuted him.

"Let's go! The mission continues; let's find the source of this pharmaceutical factory."

Batman walked down to the first floor.

Nightwing stared at the retreating figure: "Shit! What happened while I was gone? He's changed so much! He never used to say things like that!"

The shapeshifter trembled from the electric shock: "Don't even mention it, it makes my skin crawl! I hope my little brother doesn't come back to life."

Nightwing: "By the way, I was just about to ask! Since Mr. Garfield is so amazing, why didn't he save Jason back then?"

The shapeshifter said helplessly, "We wanted to save him too, but you know what? We dug up Jason's grave, but we didn't find his body. My little brother is missing!"

Nightwing was shocked and froze: "What! Missing!"

The shapeshifter continued walking, controlling its body: "What's the big deal! If he can disappear, it means either he's still alive and ran away, or someone else rescued him! Either way, isn't it a good thing?"

"No wonder you often tease him. I hope it's true, as you said, that as long as he's alright, that's all that matters."

"Don't worry, he'll be back!"

Chapter 128 What is this...?

Three people... well, to be precise, two people and a cat, wandered around this huge factory, searching for the place where the Penguins were actually making their medicine.

After opening an ordinary-looking door, everyone was shocked by what they saw inside.

"What's this?!!!"

Nightwing couldn't believe it; he felt as if he had been confronted with mental pollution.

Batman succinctly stated: "He's human."

"You call these monsters human? Shit! The Penguins are absolutely despicable!"

Their round, bloated bodies, bulging with visible veins, and their bizarrely twisted limbs—their deformed forms—were crammed into nutrient tanks a size larger than themselves. Twenty-six such monsters were stuffed into twenty-six nutrient tanks.

Each of them was covered in tubes, and their blood was being continuously drawn out and collected into a strange instrument on the other side.

The instrument is connected to a blood tank and continuously separates the useful parts from the blood raw materials to manufacture inferior gene drugs.

Batman's eyes were cold, and Nightwing had a similar expression.

Garfield used his searchlight-like eyes to scan back and forth, looking at all of these guys' bodies.

"Amazing. They have at least twenty or thirty kinds of genes, both male and female, black and white. Although they are all human genes, it doesn't mean they won't conflict. Gene mutations resulted in this."

It's nothing short of a miracle that they survived; every extra second they lived was pure torture.

Nightwing asked in surprise, "You can tell? Then can you save him?"

Garfield pondered for a moment: "Well, first I need to know who they were originally, and I absolutely need their blood samples. Otherwise, it will be a bit difficult for me to find a normal gene among these twenty or thirty genes."

"Nightwing, contact Afu and tell him what happened here. I'll go find the experimental data here and recover their identities!"

"it is good."

The team split into two groups: Nightwing contacted Alfred, while Batman searched for the original names of the drug test subjects.

As long as you have their name, you can check their birth certificate and medical records. Since they've lived this long, there must be records of blood tests and other information.

"You're too slow! I'll look up the computer data, you check the paper files."

The shapeshifter detached from the power armor, and the power armor reverted to its unupgraded version.

Nightwing suddenly felt twice as heavy, and compared to how easily he could control his body before, he now felt more like a ruthless iron-shelled weapon.

The shapeshifting monster, black and white with a hint of green and covered in circuit board patterns, leaped into the computer and quickly devoured the data and information inside after giving the computer a new look.

"it is good."

Batman didn't waste any time. He turned around and left the computers, quickly searching through the bookshelves next to him for all the paper documents and files.

As he flipped through the pages, his brows furrowed more and more.

"One needs to consume an entire box of super-powered drugs and survive the genetic mutation to qualify as a transformant. The success rate is 18.6%. After successful transformation, one must be fed large amounts of [healing] super-powered drugs daily to maintain blood supply; the survival rate is less than a week!"

In other words, these twenty-six monsters survived from a large number of experimental subjects. Not only did they survive tragically, but they were also short-lived, like consumables.

"Oh!"

Batman couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist on the desk, denting the metal surface.

He suppressed the murderous intent that was about to burst forth from his heart.

The shapeshifter popped out of the computer again.

"The data is complete, but these people are basically beyond saving."

"Why do you say that?"

"Judging from the deleted records on the computer, these people were all forcibly taken from Gotham's drug addicts. They used the super drug as a new form of drug, and of those who overdosed, only these twenty-six survived."

You know better than I how many people in Gotham do drugs.

Batman remained silent, flipping through the codenames of these guys, from 1 to 26.

They no longer have names. They are twenty-six genetic test subjects who survived the selection process that did not require names. Their genes have mutated to such an extent that no one can recognize who they are.

He looked at Garfield:

"Really... there's no other way..."

This was both a question to Garfield and a way to comfort oneself.

Garfield shook his head:

"I need their blood samples, otherwise I don't know what kind of genetic monster I'll create."

Yes, if it accidentally integrates all the genes of those extraordinary powers into it, who knows what it will create.

Nightwing said, "Alfred just checked, and there haven't been any large-scale disappearances in Gotham. That means it's basically impossible to find out who these people are."

Alfred uses Gotham's most comprehensive database, yet it's not even recorded here. It seems we really can't find it.

Batman found another document, this time detailing a pharmaceutical company's development plan. These people wanted to expand and strengthen their business.

"No need to look anymore, we can't find them. Those people are drug addicts caught from the slums. They are the kind of people who have no ties or relatives, and no one will even know if they die."

He opened the broken watch of the shapeshifter, twisted it a couple of times, and then merged a part of his own body into it. Tian Xiaoban tried to hack the broken watch.

Unfortunately, the broken meter has this limitation: it cannot be invaded by shapeshifters. Not only can it not invade, but the broken meter also releases an electric current, shocking the shapeshifter and causing it to turn into a puddle of "water".

Tian Xiaoban was at a loss. He didn't know how to use the broken gene recovery function. This wasn't a round second-generation smartwatch; it wasn't smart at all.

"Do you need my help? If you have any objections to killing, I can do it for you."

Garfield said, "I don't know if you heroes have any weird quirks, but for me, killing people is no different from killing animals."

If these words came from a human, Batman would definitely teach him a lesson. But since they came from a cat—or rather, a cat-like otherworldly creature—Batman had a feeling that his target was unselectable.

"Don't kill anyone."

He offered a perfunctory reminder, then said to Nightwing, "Let Alfred... never mind, let the GCPD take them back. I'll find a way to restore them, at least let them die like human beings."

Batman still couldn't bring himself to kill them! He planned to do some research himself and try to restore these genetically mutated monsters to human form as much as possible.

"Nightwing, contact the police and have them handle the scene! Have them put on restraints and lock Bane and Scarecrow up in their cell."

"understood!"

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