American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

boom!

Deathstroke's helmet slammed into Batman's hood with considerable force, leaving Batman dizzy!

"You're too confident, Batman. I prepared a lot of gadgets for you before I came, thinking they would become ineffective now that you've become a superpowered person. But who knew you'd be so stubborn!"

Bang! Ding ding ding.

The sound of a metal lid popping open.

In the dim light, Batman had no idea what Deathstroke was releasing.

"Hehe, you should really like this. I specially went to the police station to get this! It's clown gas from a week ago!"

Batman's mask covers only half of his face, leaving his nose and mouth exposed. He would need to wear a special gas mask if he encountered poisonous gas, but unfortunately he didn't bring one!

Seeing Batman's lips curl into a wild grin, Deathstroke lost interest in continuing his attack and said with a smirk, "I've tried this thing. Even with my enhanced body, it's hard to resist this kind of maniacal laughter!"

Although the poison gas will soon be expelled from my body, but…

Deathstroke took a few steps forward, crouched down, and whispered in Batman's ear, "You seem to be having a good laugh!"

Then he moved a distance away and said, "Given my physical condition, the potion I just received would make me laugh for 15 minutes. Enjoy it while you can!"

"Oh, right. Don't you have that green antidote stick? Have your butler bring it; it'll cure you!"

A deep laugh escaped Batman's lips: "Hahahaha...that stuff, hahaha, it's been ineffective for a long time, hahahaha..."

"Hmph, no wonder you let those lowly mercenaries take it!"

Deathstroke immediately understood. No wonder Batman was at home, yet those bumbling thieves took his target. It was all a way of shifting blame!

Batman pressed the communication button on his helmet, barely suppressing a laugh, and said:

"Hahahaha... Ah Fu hahaha... Give me the fear poison..."

"Hmph, what pitiful ordinary people."

Deathstroke looked at the laughing Batman with pity. If only he could give the man in front of him an injection, the super soldier serum he was using—"Miraculo"—would be effective!

With extraordinary self-healing abilities, exceptional judgment, and terrifying perseverance, he will become a true powerhouse!

"Pity!"

Deathstroke turned and walked away, heading in another direction of the manor. There was no other way; the two guys south of the villa were too strong, and fighting them now, without any preparation, would undoubtedly result in defeat!

Deathstroke fights with his brain; given time to figure out his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, there's no one he can't take down!

Whether it was Deathstroke's good luck or the guidance of fate, the northernmost room on the third floor happened to be Bruce Wayne's storage room!

He opened the door and entered the room, where he saw a dazzling array of collections. Not to mention antiques and paintings, there was also a pile of jewelry and a variety of armor and weapons filling the entire display case.

Something caught his attention.

It was a book sealed with special tempered glass. It wasn't particularly remarkable in itself, but it was placed in the weapons cabinet.

This... is just trying to entice people to watch!

Alfred: Oh no! I put it there on purpose, hoping the master would notice it!

Deathstroke picked it up out of curiosity, and with a gentle tap of the shard on the handle, the tempered glass shattered instantly.

The book title was written in strong, vigorous Chinese with a fountain pen—"The Self-Cultivation of a Magnetic Field Madman".

Deathstroke: "..."

He understands Chinese, and precisely because he understands Chinese, how come he can't understand these connected characters? There's a sense of reason remaining amidst the chaos in these words!

Then, he opened the book...

"Why is the book title in Chinese but the content inside is in English?"

Okay, at least he reads English more smoothly... I guess...

He reads extremely fast, finishing the entire book in just a few minutes.

Then, he felt like his brain had been blown out!

At first glance, it seemed interesting, but reason told him that this was wrong; if a person practiced like this, they would die!

Later, his inner desire to become stronger kept telling him that this was the right thing to do! There were two finished products outside!

In the end, the desire to become stronger triumphed over reason!

Just as he was about to stuff the manual into his clothes, a "click" sounded behind him as a shotgun was being loaded!

"Put down that book and you can leave! Otherwise, I'll blow your head off! Trust me, I've been in Gotham for years, and my marksmanship has always been pretty good!"

Deathstroke raised his hands and slowly turned around, only to see Butler Afu holding a gun.

As soon as Alfred finished injecting Batman with the Fear Gas, he rushed over, afraid that Deathstroke would take away the secret manual!

Deathstroke acted decisively, dropping the book and immediately running away, jumping out of the storeroom window!

By the time Afu rushed over, there was no one left to see outside the window!

Chapter 34 The Impact of the News, Ms. Shiva's Attraction

The day after Deathstroke fled Wayne Manor!

Bruce Wayne used every media outlet at his disposal to expose yesterday's theft at Wayne Manor!

He stated that a large amount of valuables were stolen from the estate, including a green, glowing hockey stick, which was the most valuable item.

Bruce Wayne generously stated that as long as the thieves returned the green hockey stick within three days, he would not consider any other losses!

Otherwise, after three days, he will use a large reward to recover his lost items!

These words caused a stir throughout Gotham. The richest man in Gotham was offering a billion-dollar bounty, which was a chance to rise to the top in one step!

For a time, the thieves were filled with fear.

In Gotham City, a number of bounty hunters have inexplicably appeared!

They specifically target thieves, whether it's petty theft or burglary. Once they spot someone, these bounty hunters will hound them like hunting dogs.

It's like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse—a thorough, exhaustive search for that stick! All for that billion dollars!

This led to a crackdown on all the notorious thieves in Gotham, including Catwoman Selena, who was so scared that she dared not go out. Those bounty hunters were too crazy!

However, because of their presence, the number of thefts in Gotham City dropped to zero.

This made Chief Gordon feel that the previously busy police department had suddenly become much quieter!

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After the press conference, in the Lincoln, Jason asked Bruce Wayne with some concern, "Bruce, are you feeling better?"

This morning's Batman really scared Jason!

At three o'clock in the morning, while they were waiting for the death knell in the manor, they suddenly heard maniacal laughter coming from the villa. From the low, menacing laughter, Jason and Tian Xiaoban knew that something had happened!

They rushed to the scene on the third floor as quickly as possible and saw Alfred holding a Remington M870, rushing in one direction.

Batman lay on the spot, his face contorted in pain, his teeth clenched and his eyes clouded and unfocused, suggesting the torment he was enduring.

Not long after, Alfred ran back, carrying a terrified Batman on his back, and headed towards the Batcave.

Alfred then placed Batman on the medical equipment, carefully measured his heart rate and other physical data, gave him an anesthetic injection, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Batman fall asleep peacefully.

"The master is back in health! You two don't need to worry," Alfred explained with an awkward laugh to the two concerned people.

"So... Deathstroke ran away, right?" Tian Xiaoban asked, her curiosity striking a nerve.

Alfred was taken aback, recalling how just a few minutes earlier, the old man had confidently declared that he would solve Deathstroke's problem.

But just a few minutes later, the old man was lying on the medical bed. Alfred didn't know how to explain it, so he could only nod with an awkward smile.

Back to the present, Bruce, whose face was still somewhat pale, had just finished a press conference, and the effects of the drug had barely worn off.

That pale, weak body added credibility to the news just now!

Bruce paused for a moment, then replied, "It's alright, Jason. I'm almost fully recovered! I'll do a few sets of punches later, then get some sleep."

"That's good."

Jason knew how powerful that boxing style was. Not to mention himself, even Alfred, who was training with him, was visibly becoming "younger" after a week of training.

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After leaving Wayne Manor, Slade Wilson went straight back to the Gotham Hotel.

With his powerful mind, the scenes in his memory reappeared before his eyes, and he quickly copied everything he saw onto an A4 sheet of paper.

Looking at his own memorized copy of "The Self-Cultivation of a Magnetic Maniac," Slade Wilson gained some new insights.

He started packing his gear; he'd offended Bruce Wayne in Gotham, and he needed to get out of there quickly.

He had to leave Gotham City before dawn.

Sitting in the helicopter he had called, Slade flew towards Hong Kong.

He needs to find someone now, an extremely powerful woman!

Her fighting skills were unbelievably powerful. She was hailed within the industry as the world's number one assassin and one of the world's strongest martial artists—Ms. Shiva.

Slade needed her help to decipher the boxing moves at the back of the manual. Although there were pictures of the moves, he couldn't understand the meridians and other markings on them.

Slade was a cautious person. Although he didn't understand the meridian markings, he could still practice by looking at the human body diagrams in the book.

But he felt it would be best to find someone knowledgeable to ask!

He knew quite a few martial arts masters: Lei Xiaogu, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, would be a huge loss to cooperate with; Tong Hu, although a martial arts master, his philosophy clashed with Deathstroke's.

After much thought, he concluded that the only person he could collaborate with was Ms. Shiva, who was both his mentor and friend.

On the helicopter, he took some pictures of the boxing techniques and sent them to Ms. Shiva.

Less than three minutes later, Ms. Shiva sent a text message.

Ms. Shiva: [Where did this come from? This move has traces of ancient martial arts! Tell me, Slade.]

Slade smiled slightly and typed with both hands: [I stole this from Batman. His Robin learned it, and it's very powerful!]

Ms. Shiva: [Very strong?! Interesting, Slade. For you to say "very strong," I'm quite curious about that Robin. Wait, I'm coming to find you now.]

Slade: [No, no, no, don't worry, I'm on my way to find you. You should still be in Hong Kong, right?]