American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

Tian Xiaoban generously introduced, "It's Gallantmon, a Digimon. Uh, to put it in terms you can understand, it's a data life form, from the network world!"

Cyborg was dumbfounded, his worldview shattered, and even the data nearly went haywire. As a cyborg, Cyborg was arguably the most powerful network expert on Earth.

Then some random person popped up out of nowhere and said that the online world has intelligent beings? Data life? Are you kidding me!

The old bat believed it; he had seen it with his own eyes. Crimson Knightmon could burrow into Steel Bone's body, so calling it a data life form was the most reasonable explanation.

Tian Xiaoban knew that Steel Bone didn't believe him, so he clapped his hands and gave the order:

"Granblue Knightmon, give him a good thrashing! Let him know what a data life form is!"

"understand!"

The three-meter-tall Crimson Knightmon transformed into a stream of data in front of Cyborg, rushing straight into his body. In less than a second, Cyborg lost control of his body.

"What? This is a virus!"

Warning pop-ups frantically filled Steel Bone's field of vision, each pop-up displaying a miniature icon of Crimson Knightmon.

His body, out of control, began to tap dance.

Because of his stiff body and ugly dance moves, even the well-traveled Thomas the Batman couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, seeing something utterly disgusting.

"Alright! Stop it! I admit it! I admit he's a data life form!"

Cyborg backed down. None of the antivirus software on his system worked, meaning his biggest advantage was gone!

Without his modified steel body and his super brain, which is like a quantum computer, and with all his brainwaves intercepted, he is just an ordinary person.

Thomas Wayne asked Crimson Knightmon directly, "Can you monitor those people from his perspective? If so, let him go and keep an eye on those idiots while you're at it."

Steel Bone's red electronic eyes projected a virtual image of Crimson Knightmon.

[I can do it. His internal data network has been overwritten by my data. If I want, he can live like a puppet.]

Crimson Knightmon seems to have said something terrifying.

Thomas thought for a moment, then said decisively:

"Then use him as a puppet, infiltrate those idiots, and if they still want war, kill them. I've had enough of being led by these fools. The war news every day gives me a headache!"

The virtual Crimson Knightmon looked at Tian Xiaoban, indicating that he should make the decision.

Tian Xiaoban nodded: "Okay, we can listen to old Thomas on this point. No matter what, this world has been ravaged by war for too long. Anyone who dares to disrupt world peace should be killed!"

Cyborg agrees with the idea of ​​avoiding war, but aren't their methods a bit too despicable?

"Why can't we use gentler methods! The military doesn't like war either! We can negotiate!"

"idiot!"

Tian Xiaoban looked at Steelbone with disdain: "We control the network data now. As for combat power, you can go online and check the current battle situation. We control both online and offline. Why should we listen to the opinions of a bunch of idiots!"

Instead of killing them now, sending you as a spy is our last act of mercy! It's also their last chance. The war is over; if they start another, they'll be the ones who deserve to die!

“You’re right!” Thomas Wayne agreed with Tian Xiaoban: “Violence for violence, killing to stop killing! The idea is cruel, but it’s practical.”

"But..." Cyborg wanted to say something more.

Tian Xiaoban ordered:

"Gag him, control him, and make him a bystander! Go carry out the mission."

"Yes, boss!"

Cyborg gave a knightly salute, activated his back thrusters, and flew straight out of the bat cave.

When he flew high into the sky and disappeared from sight, Tian Xiaoban suddenly remembered: "Oh dear, if only I had found out where the clown was before he left!"

Thomas didn't say anything. He walked over to the Bat computer, searched through a few screens, and said to Tian Xiaoban, "No need to call Iron Lump for help anymore, I've already found her."

The surveillance footage was frozen in an abandoned factory.

Martha the Clown, heavily made up, stood inside setting up all sorts of bombs.

Not far from her were two fat men tied to stone pillars. They were dressed in suits and ties, the kind of people who were doing very well in Gotham. And these kinds of people all had one very obvious characteristic: they were afraid of dying.

Chapter 214 Martha the Clown and the Peace Conference

"Hehehehe... You guys are all damned bastards. Don't be afraid, an explosion is usually just a 'bong' moment!"

Martha the Clown adjusted the remote control buttons in her hand, then smiled as she looked at the two terrified fat men.

The two of them cried out for help, terrified that they would die silently: "Please, I have a child! I can't die!..."

"Please, please, don't kill me! I have brothers and sisters to support..."

Martha the Clown had seen through everything; she laughed and shook her head.

"No~no~no! I've investigated you guys, you're definitely the kind of people who wouldn't even care if you died~~"

I specifically chose the two of you so Thomas wouldn't find out! Hahaha, how lucky are you! How happy are you!

The two fat men felt a chill run down their spines. Damn it, this crazy woman had actually investigated them! They were really doomed now!

A heart-wrenching cry for help erupted from the two fat men:

"Help, Batman! I want to turn myself in!"

"Batman, come save me!!!"

The echoes in the abandoned factory kept reminding them that no one was here...

……

"Hahahaha... Don't worry, you two, this place is great! It's in the middle of nowhere, no one will ever come here... Hahahaha..."

The clown's maniacal laughter drowned out their pleas for help.

"A generous gift of crab, you f***ing crazy squid! You..."

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Chapter 215 Time Travel, and Time Travel Again

Arthur didn't speak, but his expression showed that he was also shocked, his eyes fixed on Tian Xiaoban, his mind racing:

How did he know?

He only told a few of his senior advisors about imprisoning Captain Atom; he didn't tell anyone else.

This was his trump card, a secret weapon he left behind to take everyone down with him. No fool would reveal it.

Tian Xiaoban waved her hand, still speaking the truth:

"Don't look at me like that, you coward. You made a mistake, but you don't want to admit it and want to drag the whole world down with you! What a piece of trash! Even the Flash is more responsible than you! At least he knows to make amends when he makes a mistake."

The Flash: ...How did this affect me? That's terrible!

We must save him!

Michael Arthur was very anxious. He knew Captain Atom's power; it was like a walking super nuclear bomb. If it wasn't controlled, there would definitely be big problems, so he had to keep it in his hands!

Tian Xiaoban looked at the team and said helplessly, "You guys figure it out yourselves. My men... are not good at naval warfare."

Cyborg, Merlin Selene, and the Flash—none of them are particularly skilled in underwater combat. Compared to the racial talents of the sea creatures, who are stronger in water than on land, these individuals would be severely hampered in the water.

"Okay, we'll figure something out."

Michael Arthur looked at Shazam, perhaps needing to find a way to persuade him to help.

...Three hours later...

After the meeting ended, the group went into the Batplane and prepared to leave the military base.

"You're just leaving like this? Leaving us with this mess?"

Steelbone looked on in disbelief. How could there be such a person who would run away as soon as trouble came?

Is this okay? No, this is not good!

Merlin Selene had no interest in postwar governance: "I'm going with you; this place is no longer interesting!"

"Wait a minute, it's not like I'm not coming back!" Tian Xiaoban explained again, "I'm just taking an elderly couple who have lost their son to see him. I'll be back in about a day or two."

"Only if you stay can this Flashpoint world be stabilized. Otherwise, I'm afraid that if all of us leave, it will cause a backlash from this world. With you online and The Flash offline, you can stabilize the current situation."

Cyborg's brain calculated the probability of this scenario. The data didn't lie; given the current situation, it was highly likely that humanity would be the one to suffer the consequences and continue fighting World War IV.

Moreover, there is a high probability that it will be a missile strike or a nuclear attack.

"I understand, I will stay."

Tian Xiaoban asked the others, "Steel Bone chose to stay, what about you?"

After a moment of silence, the Flashes replied, "Let's stay too, and try to help the ordinary people of this world live a better life."

"I don't want to stay, really, I feel too uncomfortable here!"

Merlin Selene dislikes the atmosphere of this world, even though her world also frequently experiences world-class wars, including alien invasions.

But the overall atmosphere of the world is still full of hope, unlike the oppressive atmosphere of this world.

"Alright then, you come with me, you guys stay behind. I'll probably be back in two days. Be careful of Captain Atom. He's a walking nuclear bomb; he explodes wherever he goes and easily pollutes the environment."

"Understood! I'll be careful."

Cyborg nodded seriously. Of all those left behind, Cyborg was the only one who could be injured by a nuclear explosion. If they weren't careful, things could really go wrong.

……

During the chat, the Batplane had already flown to Wayne Manor...

An elderly couple was already waiting in front of Tian Xiaoban's time-travel train.

Martha wore the dress that Bruce wore when he died, specifically to see her son.

She also dyed her hair back to its normal color, no longer the ghastly green of the clown, but the two scars on the corners of her mouth still gave her a clown-like appearance.

Thomas Wayne did the same, finding his old clothes and carefully trimming his beard and styling his hair.

The couple watched anxiously as the bat-shaped fighter jet landed.

When are we leaving?