In the Sand Village, the clones are everywhere, and the Arkham game begins

Chapter 354 Kryptonian Puppet

"Oh, of course, dear, but I heard from this guy that the people in Gotham are almost forgetting about me as an old friend? This is terrible, I hate it, so I want to help them recall their memories."

The clown grinned.

Black Mask's suit and underwear had long been stripped off, leaving only a pair of underwear.

The clothes were wound into a rope and lowered down, pulling Harley Quinn and the little mouse up.

"Listen, honey."

The Joker threw Bobby the mouse aside.

"I need your help. I need to know what happened in this world, such as how the other me died, what this world has become, and the legacy left by the other me. I need it very much. Now you are the only one in this world who can help me, right?"

The Joker gently stroked Harley's face with his hand and spoke softly.

The latter suddenly burst into tears and hugged the Joker, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered from being beaten by Batman and bullied by Black Mask in the past two years.

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Two days later.

Gotham City Port.

The dusty Batman finally returns to his faithful Gotham.

The butler Alfu and Wayne Group CEO Lucius, who received the news in advance, hurriedly put Bruce Wayne into a limousine.

"Master Wayne, your hand..."

In the back seat of the car, Lucius looked at Bruce Wayne's prosthetic limb and sighed.

He couldn't imagine what terrible things Batman had experienced in other worlds that led to the loss of one of his hands.

In all the years since, Batman has never suffered such a serious injury, except for the time when his back was broken by Bane.

"It's okay, Lucius. This prosthetic limb was made by Bruce Wayne from 2079. Did you know that? In that future world, I, who am already old, will provide logistical support for the young new Batmans, just like you and Alfu now."

Bruce Wayne stretched out his hand and made a few quick gestures, demonstrating the prosthetic's functions of discharging, retracting, and adsorbing, indicating that this hand is very useful.

"Master Wayne, with the function of this arm, I think we can also make a glove to wear on your hand without the need for a prosthesis."

Butler Alfred glanced at the rearview mirror on the roof of the car and spoke.

"Uh, I understand what you mean, Alfred, but my hand is broken and the original part cannot be found. We don't have the technology to regenerate limbs at the moment, so there is no way to repair it."

Bruce Wayne spread his hands.

"It's okay, we don't have it, but Walter does."

Alfred held the steering wheel with his left hand and took out a few newspapers from the drawer with his right hand and threw them behind.

He had already prepared these paper and electronic media publications that would allow Batman to quickly understand what happened during his absence.

"Today is November 11th. I read in the newspaper two days ago that the new technology of the Water Group can help disabled people achieve limb regeneration. It came out of the laboratory and was commercialized as soon as it appeared in the world."

Batman took the newspaper curiously and began to read it.

"Did our group get a quota?"

"Of course, and quite a lot. In order to ask Mr. Walter to pretend to be you to fool the people on the board of directors, we had to cooperate deeply with the Walter Group and sell the technology of electron beam engraving nanorobots."

Alfred replied.

"First the Ark reactor, then this regeneration serum. I didn't expect that Walter had been hiding so many good things."

Bruce Wayne looked around at the familiar yet slightly changed city of Gotham and spoke with his chin stroking, an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, obviously planning something bad.

"Master Wayne, Mr. Watt told us that if we find you, please be sure to convey a message."

Lucius illustrated.

"If he finds out that you're stealing his technology again, he won't hesitate to beat you into a pig's head, then strip you of your bat suit, without even your underwear, and hang you under the American flag in front of Gotham City Hall, so that all the people of Gotham can admire your sexy body."

Batman: ...

"Then if I don't steal it myself, it should be okay, right?"

"You are still like this, but I really don't recommend you to do that. Because of the failsafe incident, your credibility within the Justice League has declined. Lucius, Dick, Tim and I had to go over one by one to apologize on your behalf.

And I believe that Mr. Watt must be looking forward to finding a reason to hang you up now. Believe me, most people in the alliance will not object."

"Well, I won't do it if I don't have to. By the way, where are Dick and Tim?"

"They were planning to come, but then a homicide happened and they went to investigate immediately."

Bruce was about to open his mouth to ask more questions, but suddenly he noticed that the huge billboard hanging in the middle of the building on the street was jumping, and it quickly switched from black and white snowflakes to a room painted in red and green with funny smiley faces everywhere.

The only normal hand left clenched into a fist.

This familiar feeling...can't it be!

"Hello! Gotham!"

The Joker in a purple suit once again returned to the people of Gotham through the TV screen.

"Did you miss me during the two years I was away? Don't tell me you have forgotten me, I will be very sad. But it doesn't matter. In order to deepen your memory of me, I have planted another hundred bombs in Gotham - no way! Only one! But..."

The camera shifted from the dancing clown to the other side.

A tall man in a bat suit and a Robin in a red tights were tied to the wall.

Under the two men's feet was a bomb with a countdown.

"Are you scared? I've even captured Batman and his bird. Apparently, my old friend's skill and vigilance have dropped significantly because of my absence. But it doesn't matter. Doesn't Gotham still have another hero?

Hello, War Warrior, we haven't fought yet, I look forward to your arrival, if you can't find this place within an hour, then I will take off their masks first, and then detonate this bomb..."

"Beep——"

The TV screen was turned off by the remote control. Qingshui shook his head, threw the remote control on the table, and looked at the puppet on the other side that was still being tested by Mr. Freeze.

A human puppet that looks 90% similar to Qingshui.

"The plastic surgery was quite successful. Even after receiving the radiation enhancement from the yellow star, there were no changes."

Mr. Freeze looked at the human puppet transformed from the Kryptonian warrior Nam and nodded with satisfaction.

After Nam was killed by Shimizu himself, his body was kept in an ice coffin by coolant until Scorpion developed the puppet technique that could inherit the puppet's abilities in life. Shimizu then transformed Nam into a human puppet and changed its face to look similar to his own, using it as an existence similar to an avatar.

It is a pity that Nam is just an ordinary Kryptonian. Although he has the genes of a warrior, he is far behind Superman, who has all the excellent genes of Kryptonians, and Zod, who is the top Kryptonian warrior.

So even when the fault safety incident broke out, Shimizu did not take it out, because at that time this thing was exposed to sunlight for too short a time and its combat effectiveness was slightly insufficient. In addition, the fault safety had kryptonite weapons, which were naturally nemesis of Kryptonians, so Shimizu did not take it out.

But that’s fine too.

Nam's strength is weak enough, and the strength of his body is more conducive to Qingshui's transformation and processing.

"By the way, aren't you going to deal with the Joker's issue? I didn't expect that lunatic would return to Gotham."

“No, the real Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham, and the Joker hasn’t realized that the Batman he captured is just Nightwing. Obviously, he is not the Joker we know because he lacks that little knowledge of our Bats here.

This intelligence gap alone provides Bruce Wayne with enough room to maneuver."

Shimizu glanced at the message from Alfred on his phone and spoke.

This is a game between Batman and the Joker, two psychopaths.

There's no need for him to get involved.

"Well, what if Batman calls for help?"

"Then Lightvo can give them a surprise."

Qingshui patted Lightwo's shoulder and said.

Lightwo is a puppet created by Nam. His name means light in English plus the first two letters of Shimizu's English surname, wa.

Because this thing gains its power by absorbing sunlight.

Batman and the Joker probably don't know about Lightvo's existence yet.

To deal with a psychopath who has paranoia or a crazy brain that makes it hard for people to understand the logic of his actions, you must have a trump card in your hand.

And it must be a trump card that no one can guess.

They can find out all your abilities, connections, and resources as long as they want to. They can also infer what cards you might have based on the intelligence they have investigated.

Qingshui is able to constantly obtain new means from the incarnations of other worlds, so he can always surprise these people.

"The onboard chip is working normally, the signal connection is normal, the Ark's secondary heart is functioning normally... What about your superpower of using your own biological energy to drive the device?"

Victor looked at the test results on the scanner and asked Qingshui.

The latter pointed a finger at Lightvo.

Lightwo slowly raised his hand and made a few awkward movements.

A Kryptonian is a Kryptonian after all. Even after death, after being processed by himself and retaining the ability to absorb sunlight to gain strength, after only a few months of exposure to the sun, the performance strength of his body has surpassed most of the puppets currently made by Shimizu.

Only the White Knight, with his Speed Force Dagger and Promethium, is able to surpass Lightvo in speed and defense.

In terms of conventional strength, speed, etc., even if the current White Knight is equipped with several Ark Reactors, it is only comparable to Lightvo, who has been taking photos for several months.

Of course, even so, Lightvo's speed is comparable to that of a supersonic missile, and its defense almost exceeds that of all extraordinary metals. Even if it is cut with a promethium metal dagger, it can only break a layer of skin and cause skin injuries.

Unfortunately, Lightwo's speed in absorbing the sun's strength has slowed down a lot. He was able to absorb it so quickly before because he had never been exposed to the sunlight of a yellow star in the first half of his life. He could absorb it quickly like a thirsty sponge once it came into contact with water.

If you want to continue to improve, it will be slow, and you won't be able to achieve the power to destroy a universe like Superman through the power of idealism.

Just think about it, the sun is just an insignificant little star in the vast universe. How could it have such power just by absorbing the energy emitted by the sun?
But even if Lightwo can only consistently exert the lower limit of his strength, it can still play a huge role for Shimizu.

"Why, is it because the body's strength is too high?"

Victor looked at Lightwo's somewhat stiff movements towards the clear water channel.

"Almost, but it's okay."

Two more chakra lines popped out and connected to Lightwo.

Now, as long as Lightwo is within the contact range of Shimizu's chakra lines, he can fully exert his strength.

Perhaps in the future I need to put more energy into the art of the divine machine in the world of one person, and integrate the art of transformation, control of objects, sealing and puppetry to bring out the higher limits of puppets like Lightwo.

After Victor and I monitored Lightwo again, half an hour later, the cell phone in Qingshui's pocket suddenly rang.

The caller was Captain Cold.

"Snait, what's going on?"

"Sir, just now old man Martin said that he detected some abnormal and messy signals with the equipment in the department, saying that it might be something like the alien invasion two years ago."

Shimizu: …

I almost forgot that although Captain Cold is a highly intelligent criminal with a deep understanding of human nature, he has not actually received higher education.

He is a master of fraud and can use tactical arrangements to fool the Flash team, which has a group of PhDs, but it is a bit difficult for him to be a scientist and engineer and explain things with high technological content.

"Please transfer the call to Professor Stein."

"Mr. Walter, I suggest you gather the members of the Justice League immediately. I have just detected abnormal gravitational waves outside the solar system, and more than once. The gravitational wave signal is extremely regular. This is most likely caused by the distortion of the space-time wormhole. I think aliens are heading towards us!"

Qingshui's expression gradually became serious.

"How long is the estimated time to reach Earth?"

"According to the trajectory, the other party is very likely to be calibrating in space for accurate transmission. It is expected to arrive in the solar system in three minutes and land on Earth within four minutes!"

(End of this chapter)