American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 170 The God of Duels Plans a 1v3 Battle; Fear Gas Ignites Hatred!
The clear sky, which had been cloudless, suddenly turned gloomy and deathly still. As if influenced by some kind of magnetic field, dark clouds gradually gathered.
Where dark clouds loomed, flames soared into the sky, and the terrifying inferno drew Batman's gaze back to that twilight at Kent Farm.
"coming."

Batman sat motionless in his chair, his solemn expression like that of a mourner bowing at a funeral, his face expressionless.

"Boom!"

Outside the Justice League headquarters, countless armed drones turned to ashes in the darkness.

The explosions tore through the gun barrels, and a golden beam of light from Dr. Groh's hand swept across the scene, turning everything in sight into ruins!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bullets failed, the shells failed, the laser mesh couldn't cut, and the magnetic interference had no effect whatsoever.

Bruce stared intently at the monitor screen. At the head of the screen were two people who looked almost identical. Apart from their gender and hair color, they were practically identical.

Behind the two men was an oddly dressed old man, and the double-R symbols on their bodies signified their affiliation with the Red Ribbon Army!

"Is the Red Ribbon Army the mastermind behind this?"

"No, the Red Ribbon Army doesn't have enough leverage or channels to connect such a huge network."

Batman narrowed his eyes; he already had a guess in his mind about the biggest suspect in the case.

But if it really is him, dealing with him would be a real problem, because Batman doesn't want to compromise on this issue.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"Justice League headquarters under serious attack! Batman! Should we activate Contingency Plan One?"

"start up!"

"Failed"

"Activation of Contingency Plan Two has failed. Activation of Contingency Plan Three has also failed!"

"Should we activate Contingency Plan No. 1215?"

"no need."

After some probing, Batman realized for the first time how expensive data collection was.

It seems that there are only six feasible and viable solutions to defeat these formidable enemies.

Too few! Too few! I wouldn't feel at ease if it weren't at least a thousand!

Batman sighed inwardly. If he wanted to find more methods, he had to become that powerful so that he could gain a deeper understanding of this level of information.

"Judging by the time, Stark and the others should be back by now."

"Let them in."

Batman knew that for his flesh and blood, even facing Gotham's fully armed thugs head-on was a death sentence, so he could only work as an assassin in the dark.

But now he has to do it.

"and many more!"

"what is that?"

Batman frowned. He suddenly noticed that Dr. Groh was holding something that looked like a remote control tightly in his hand.

Zooming in on the surveillance footage, Bruce quickly noticed that the two people walking at the front were also glancing at the remote control from time to time.

"It looks like we need to separate them."

Batman had more plans in mind.
"We haven't found any of Carrot's family members, Dr. Groh!"

Having breached one impenetrable defense after another, Number Eighteen thoroughly enjoyed the little tricks Batman had set up for them.

She enjoyed this feeling; it was one of the few emotions she could feel.

However, with Dr. Groh present, Number Eighteen kept his tone as mechanical as possible to avoid giving him any clues.

"If you can't find the person, just grab one alive and ask them."

Dr. Groh gave a cold laugh. After transforming himself into a cyborg, he had little human emotion left.

This time, he personally came to see the little girl who once slaughtered the Red Ribbon Army alongside Carrot El.

Years have passed, and now that the two children have grown up, it's time to settle all the scores. "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the sound of batarangs whistling through the air came from the window in the distance, and Number Seventeen easily caught three batarangs in his hand.

Let alone a flying batarang, in Number Seventeen's eyes even an anti-tank missile was no different from a foam toy thrown by a kindergarten child.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

Just then, a faint sound came from the dart, which seemed to be the countdown to some kind of explosion.

Seeing this, Number Seventeen had no intention of throwing it out. Instead, he played with it like a cat toying with a mouse, wanting to see what tricks it had up its sleeve. After all, a mere explosion couldn't hurt it.

"Pfft!"

However, the expected explosion did not occur; instead, a cloud of gray mist suddenly burst open.

"In terms of speed, I am definitely no match for you. In your eyes, my movements should be as slow as a snail."

In the shadows of the corner, the mournful whispers of a swarm of bats drifted by, and Batman's words echoed powerfully in his mind:
"So the only reason my attack is effective is your own arrogance, which makes you not even bother to think about avoiding it."

"The destruction of the previous 1215 defense plans by you is the poison that fosters your arrogance."

Batman's voice echoed in his heart, and every detail was rapidly being replayed in his mind.

They couldn't find the Kents and Bulma, no matter how many people came, they couldn't find them, not even if the earth were destroyed.
This is because Bruce believes that as long as Bulma and the others are still alive, even if Earth has been destroyed, Carrot Al will pull them back from hell.

This is the final backup plan.

As for now, this hunting game that belongs to him has only just begun.

At these times, a string in Batman's heart would silently loosen, and that was the will to kill.
These people, if given even the slightest chance, could destroy the entire Earth in the next second.

That's not enough, far from enough. I need to learn as much as possible about you all!

At the same time, Number Seventeen felt a buzzing sound in his brain the instant the poison gas hit his face.

An indescribable feeling swept through his entire body, distorting the scene before him as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"no, do not want!!!"

"Damn it! That bastard Gro! How dare he touch my sister! Ahhh! No! No!"

The moment the fear gas took effect, deep within Number Seventeen's pupils, Dr. Groh's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) appearance, like that of a giant demon, was reflected.

In those haunting nights of nightmares, Dr. Groh, holding various experimental instruments, coldly and ruthlessly tossed aside his and Lazuli's chests and brains, flashing before his eyes.

The size of the shadow in Number Seventeen's heart is the size of the Dr. Groth he sees.

At this moment, in Number Seventeen's eyes, Dr. Gro's features were burning with flames, his face was as white as death, and his hands were covered in dripping blood. He was completely a vengeful ghost stripped of his human skin.

"What's wrong, Number Seventeen?"

Seeing that Number Seventeen suddenly turned pale and started trembling, Number Eighteen couldn't keep up her long-maintained facade and rushed over to support him with heartache.

From Number Seventeen's perspective, Number Eighteen, who was supporting him, had his skin cut off all over his body, and his whole body was dripping blood, revealing the gradually sloughing nerve tissue and the infinite energy furnace transplanted into his body.

"Ahhh!"

"Lazuli! No! Gro! I will kill you!!"

Number Seventeen's eyes reddened.

The Scarecrow's Fear Gas is different in every version, from the earliest neurotoxin mixed into the blood to the improved version that can directly affect brainwaves and the soul with special wavelengths.

As the undisputed kingpin of Gotham, Batman naturally acquired every version of the serum.

In fact, not only Scarecrow, but all the equipment of the Gotham villains will eventually fall into Wayne's hands and be improved and used.

Number Seventeen stared at Dr. Gro with murderous intent. The fear in his heart had gradually turned into anger. The deepest fear in a person's heart is often the sore spot that he absolutely cannot tolerate!

Under the influence of the fear-inducing gas, Number Seventeen soon witnessed a scene far more horrific than what he had imagined.

In the end, I had nothing left. It's been a year, and she said she's always treated me like a younger brother, always and always!
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