American comics: Random transformations

His cheeks had already healed automatically while the Joker was speaking. He wiped his face, then shook the blood off his hands. The healing effect of the "Dionysus Factor" was indeed powerful!

The Joker became more and more skilled as he killed. He laughed maniacally, slicing off the heads of the Talons one by one. With the "Dionysus Factor" constantly repairing his damaged muscles, he kept slashing, slashing, slashing. At his feet, a pile of headless Talon corpses had already accumulated.

Inside the factory's monitoring room, more than a dozen high-level personnel managing the factory were all hiding there. They had already sought help from the Court of Owls, but had not received a response from the other side. They were like they had been abandoned.

The location of this factory was very concealed, far from the city and with the Court of Owls acting as a facade. It was a perfect independent base, also like a perfect isolated island prison.

As long as the signal connection between here and the outside world was cut off, no one would know what happened here! The Joker had known this for a long time.

Just as the Joker was about to reveal his cards, he had already quietly activated a pre-arranged signal jammer in his pocket. This was a little gadget he had made before coming.

Now, this factory was disconnected from the outside world. As long as he resolved everything here within two hours, he could perfectly obtain this "prison."

"Hahahaha... I found you guys~, as long as I kill you, this place will be mine! Ah hahahaha, haha..."

Those factory executives were all people from the Court of Owls. At this moment, their faces all wore ghostly expressions, because they had already recognized the person who was causing trouble in the factory.

"Joker! Aren't you in Arkham Asylum! You should be locked up! Impossible... impossible... you definitely aren't the Joker!"

The Joker looked at the idiot who questioned him as soon as he saw him with disdain.

"Yo yo yo yo~, who do you think you're looking down on? You guys expect the Bat-brat to be able to catch me? Hahahahaha, so funny!"

Although the Joker was laughing, he had five throwing knives in his right hand! He had swiped these from other Talons.

"As a thank you, I'll tell a joke too. I have five knives here, and there are sixteen of you. I'll make them all disappear in a moment. How many people do you think will die, heh heh hahahaha!"

"You can't kill us, we are the Court of Owls..."

Before he could finish speaking, a throwing knife pierced straight into his forehead! Only the handle was still shaking on his head.

The other executives were so scared that they took a big step back!

"Now there are four knives! Hahaha! Does anyone else want to tell me who he is? Hehehehe..."

The Joker's smile at this moment was insidiously frightening.

The others shook their heads repeatedly in fright. Although they were all members of the Court of Owls, they weren't among the few who were qualified to sit at the conference table.

They were also newly wealthy Gotham tycoons with considerable assets. They were still young and didn't want to die! They still had a lot of wealth to enjoy. They joined the Court of Owls for wealth! Once they died, they would have nothing.

"I surrender! Let me go, how much money do you want..."

Another knife pierced into the head of the person who had just spoken.

"Shh~ shush shush! Am I someone who lacks money? Tell me, do I look like someone who lacks money?"

The Joker pointed a knife at the person closest to him. That person was so frightened that he shivered, and his pants were instantly wet with his own urine. He trembled and said: "No... you don't!"

"Bingo, Good boy! I, don't lack money!"

The next second, the person who answered went to see God with the help of the knife.

The Joker didn't feel any tension from killing at all. He was still smiling, and said to the others: "That's right, I don't lack money at all, all the money in Gotham Bank is mine, I can have as much as I want! Hahahaha.

But, I lack people, I really lack people! The world's biggest shortage is talent, and I, really lack talent!

Listen carefully, you Gotham parasites, you have such great things, but you waste them on feeding corpses! You guys are so boring!"

Then, he began to frantically complain about the Court of Owls' Talon assassins, saying that this kind of... thing that could be easily killed by cutting off its head, was useless!

What else can the Talons do besides dealing with ordinary people? What else can they do?

If you use these things to deal with Gotham villains, it's no different from wasting resources!

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, then revealed a sinister smile:

"This kind of treasure should be used in more interesting places! Hahahaha, I think, you will cooperate with me, right! Heh heh hahahaha..."

The remaining people nodded frantically, afraid of being stabbed with a knife.

"Good!"

The Joker wouldn't trust anyone!

He casually took out a hypnotic gas, swiped from other Talons.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the safety pin, and thick white gas began to release.

"Let's take a nap first, that way our cooperation will be easier, haha, hahahaha, hahaha..."

"You..."

"..."

...

Pa da, thump, crackle.

A gun fell to the ground, a forehead hit the table, an unlucky guy seemed to accidentally spill water on the computer, and was being electrocuted...

The Joker's eyes lit up: "Wow, you guys even have guns! I love this! It's much easier to use than knives!"

The Joker walked over and picked up the gun, the hypnotic gas was useless to him, he opened it and looked at the bullets in the magazine, then loaded it, aimed at the guy who dropped the gun, quickly emptied the magazine, and let him sleep more peacefully.

After everyone except the Joker was knocked out by the medicine, the Joker began to arrange the upcoming Gotham carnival...

Chapter 11 On this day, the entire Gotham was hyped up

Tian Xiaoban was on his way to the ruins of his rented house.

The new base was now just an empty shell, requiring a lot of things to transform it into a habitable place. In the end, it was just a lack of money.

And Tian Xiaoban... he was just a poor twelve-year-old.

"Sigh, a long way to go."

"Damn it! I've been walking for almost three hours, how come I still can't see Gotham City? How far is this..."

After all, Tian Xiaoban is still a child's body. The car ride to the suburbs takes two hours, and now it will take him quite a while to walk back on his own two legs.

Why doesn't he transform?

Uh, actually, Tian Xiaoban still has a bit of a psychological shadow regarding this Omnitrix. There's no water along the way, so he doesn't dare to transform.

What if he turns into a fish again?

Not all fish, can be like Magikarp, with such strong vitality, able to hop around on dry land for an hour without dying.

"Walking is slow, but it's better than being dried into fish jerky. Sigh, if there was just a puddle of water around, I would transform!"

… … … … … …

The Talon factory in the suburbs.

“Hahaha, hahahaha, haha…”

Looking at the stiff smiling faces created by the sutures, the Joker was extremely satisfied.

Those Talon assassins who had been beheaded by him were all re-stitched together.

However, the Joker cut open both sides of the Talon assassins' mouths and sewed them into smiling faces. After the "Dionysus Factor" healed, their expressionless faces were now all grinning Joker-style faces.

Using the brainwashing machines readily available in this factory, he brainwashed them, changing the orders of loyalty to the Court of Owls to loyalty to the Joker!

“Oh, it's a pity you can't laugh out loud, otherwise, you would be the best Jokers! Hahaha…”

“Boss, we have already called the buses, and they are now parked outside the factory.”

The factory executive, already brainwashed, excitedly ran into this morgue. In this room full of Joker Talons, he looked at the Joker with a fanatical expression!

“Very good, very good! We are about to start going to Gotham for a party, are you happy? Hehe!”

That factory executive nodded frantically, now he is a fanatical follower of the Joker, willing to offer everything to the Joker.

The other surviving executives were the same, all brainwashed into die-hard Joker fans, even if the Joker asked them to die, they would die with a smile.

“gogogo! Everyone move, three cans of Joker gas per person, our goal is very clear, to make Gotham laugh, hahahaha, hahahaha…!”

Each bus was filled with Joker Talons. The Joker didn't care about being overweight, stuffing as many as possible!

Five buses were packed full.

The engines started, and the buses set off towards Gotham…

… … … … … …

The Court of Owls had already noticed something was wrong. One of their Talon factories had lost contact, but the factory was still receiving corpses.

So, the Court of Owls meeting was opened again.

“Factory Seven has rebelled?” asked the member sitting in the third seat on the left.

“Not sure, I have already sent someone to investigate, let's wait!” responded the member in the fifth seat.

“Okay, let's put this aside. Recently, the Penguin has disappeared, do you have any clues?”

“No, I have been watching his industry, and I haven't found his figure.”

“His supply channels have not shown his figure either.”

“It seems he has given up on cooperating with us. How could the Cobblepot family produce such a fool?”

“It's okay, we can cultivate another one. Since the Penguin wants to withdraw, then let him withdraw forever!”

“Agreed!”

“Agreed.”

“......... Agreed.”

............

Buses appeared all over Gotham.

Every time the Joker arrived at a place, he would let the Joker Talons in the bus get off and hide, waiting for the Joker's final order!

“The Twin Towers leading to Gotham have arrived, please get off the bus.”

Very good, remember your Joker gas grenades, yes, three per person, don't take more.

Here you go, the leader remembers to look at the phone. As long as the countdown ends and the bell rings, you rush there!

Understand? Understood, very good, get off the bus.”

At this time, the Joker did not make a neurotic laugh, but rather had the feeling of a battlefield commander. The Joker Talons who got off the bus nodded indifferently, indicating that they understood.

The Joker Talons all wore baseball caps and masks. They would not take off their disguises before the time arrived.

The timing of the mobile phone was set by the Joker. He had already calculated all the time to ensure that most of the people in Gotham could laugh at the same time!

Gotham General Hospital, Robinson Park, Grant Park, Gotham Zoo, Wayne Enterprises, Gotham Broadcasting Company, Gotham Public Library, Wayne Square…

In short, wherever there are many people, the Joker will arrange manpower, basically planning for the people in all public areas of Gotham.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0...

“Ding ling ling ling ling…”

The alarm clock rang, this ringtone was unusually noisy, very attractive to passersby's hatred.

“Hey! You weirdos! Turn off that ringtone, or I'll feed you lead!”

“He's right! Stop it, don't force me to shoot!” Another person said, starting to pull out a gun.

“Pa!” Obviously, someone had already drawn their gun faster and fired, but he fired into the sky.

“That idiot who shot, you're looking for death!”

“What are you whining about, shoot!”

Then, this square inexplicably started a gun battle.

Joker Talons: “…”

They haven't even started yet, and these people have started making trouble, as expected of Gotham.

However, it doesn't matter.

“Chi — —” × 8

Eight green smoke-filled cans were thrown on the ground by the Talon Jokers, throwing them wherever there were many people.

The people in the gun battle saw that it was just a smoke bomb with smoke, and didn't care much. It was just that the color of the smoke bomb was a bit strange, and it wasn't lethal, so there was no need to care.

But, they were happy too soon!