American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

The sky over Gotham was overcast, and you had to check the time to tell if it was dark yet.

As darkness fell, it was as if a switch had been flipped on evil, and Gotham gradually descended into chaos.

Street brawls have begun, and the scope of the street gunfights is expanding.

GCPD officers were unable to stop the gunfight, and as the scope of the shootout gradually expanded, they were forced to join in!

Snap snap snap snap...!

Biu biu biu………!

The ground was littered with the corpses of thugs and unlucky men who had been shot and tried to escape. Ordinary people who couldn't get away in time would also be hit unintentionally. The indiscriminate firing of pistols caused a wide area of ​​damage.

……

Buzz... Whoosh—

The Bat fighter jet streaked across the sky.

A giant black bat spirit descended from the sky and mingled into the chaotic crowd.

Batman, clad in power armor, is completely immune to firearms; the powerful engine grants him superhuman strength in every movement.

His intervention was like having a cheat code activated, mowing down enemies with unparalleled speed. He broke the limbs of the most vicious thugs, while the others were electrocuted by Batman's gadgets, rendering them immobile.

He fought alone from one street to the other, single-handedly taking down an entire street, leaving behind a scene of groans and suffering that resembled hell.

The downpour was about to begin, and Batman, standing amidst the crowd, intimidated the rest of them, especially against the backdrop of the rain.

He walked up to Gordon and said in a voice that sounded like someone with terminal throat cancer, “Clean up the scene, Gordon. Outsiders don’t know how dangerous Gotham is right now.”

"There's a problem at Arkham Asylum; many people have escaped. The police should be on the lookout!"

Gordon's eyes widened instantly upon hearing this:

"What??? Wardfa, those damn Arkham administrators, why didn't they notify me?!"

Gordon, who was already a little excited, immediately turned red!

It's always like this. Arkham Asylum always messes up when Gotham is in chaos. It's always the same!

One headache after another, Chief Gordon was so angry he fainted on the spot!

The surrounding police officers were startled.

Batman: "..."

He quickly provided emergency assistance and brought Gordon back to his senses after he fainted from shock.

"Gordon, you're not getting enough sleep, and your emotions are too unstable... You need to get some rest!"

His colleagues from the police station all nodded in agreement. Gordon was the backbone of the operation; he couldn't afford to get into trouble!

"I'm fine, I just need to rest in the car for a bit!"

Gordon waved his hand, climbed out of Batman's arms, and struggled to the police car. With Harvey's help, he got into the police car.

Just as Batman was about to leave, Gordon shouted at him, "Batman! Please! Bring them back before they cause any trouble!"

boom!

Batman did not respond, but simply shot a grappling hook at the building and disappeared into the rainy night, watched by a group of police officers.

"Alright! Stop looking! Everyone move! Catch them, rescue them, don't let these bastards die!"

After giving his final orders, Gordon collapsed onto Harvey's shoulder. He hadn't slept much all night and was under so much pressure; his body couldn't take it anymore.

"Gordon! Gordon!!! Fuck! You guys are busy, I'm taking him to the hospital!"

Harvey floored the gas pedal and used a police car to take Gordon to the hospital for emergency treatment!

Batman's appearance deterred the thugs, and coupled with the torrential rain, the night passed quickly amidst the police's busy work...

…………

The next day, when Gordon woke up in his hospital bed, it was already noon.

The first thing he did upon regaining his senses was to call Harvey.

"Hey! Harvey, how's it going? Have you found any inmates at the mental hospital?"

"Oh, thank goodness, hahaha, Gordon, you're awake!"

Harvey was overjoyed; hearing his chief's strong, resonant voice, he knew he was definitely alright.

Happiness is contagious. Hearing Harvey's hearty laughter eased Gordon's tension a little, but one thing at a time:

"Thanks, Harvey, I'm fine. But tell me quickly, how are things now?"

Harvey said helplessly:

"What else can we do? They're harder to find than sewer rats. We searched the whole of Gotham this morning, but we didn't find a single clue."

Talented individuals who escape from Arkham Asylum are untouchable, unless they deliberately cause trouble; even the world's greatest detective, Batman, can't handle them.

They couldn't be found, they were completely invisible. It was as if the whole of Gotham was helping them.

"Forget it, let Batman deal with those lunatics!" Gordon sighed, then added, "Is there chaos in Gotham? Have the outsiders and locals started fighting?"

“No, to be honest, Gordon, we should have brought out Batman sooner. They were much more well-behaved today than yesterday.”

"That's good!"

Gordon relaxed against the hospital bed. He still trusted his old friend's words. His tense nerves relaxed, and he fainted again, falling into a baby-like sleep.

"So, Gordon, just rest for a couple more days. I can handle this! Hey? Gordon? Are you listening? Hey! Man!!!"

"Fuck, you guys keep an eye on them, I'm going to the hospital!"

"OK." Other colleagues either nodded or responded.

Harvey hung up the phone, stepped on the gas, and sped towards the hospital. Gordon suddenly went silent, and with his police intuition, he had a bad feeling.

When he sped to the hospital, his obese body racing into Gordon's room, only to find... no one there!

Harvey walked to the bedside with his heart pounding. On the bedside table, he saw the green envelope with a question mark on it.

His anxious heart finally died, and he roared in fury, "Fuck you, Edward Nigma! You damned riddle-maker!"

The sudden shout startled those around, and a nurse came over to remind them, "Officer, this is a hospital."

Enraged, Harvey stormed up to the nurse, gritting his teeth as he demanded, "Where is everyone in this ward?! Where is Chief Gordon?! Is this how your hospital treats its patients?!"

The nurse was frightened by the shouting, but when she heard the other person mention Chief Gordon, she stammered, "A few minutes ago, someone...someone took him away!"

"Did you see who it was?! Oh damn it, take me to the security footage, I need to confirm who the culprit is!"

"Okay...come with me!"

Harvey followed the nurse toward the monitoring room. As the nurse led the way, she explained the situation to the hospital director. When they arrived at the monitoring room, the hospital director was already standing at the door.

He appeared calm on the outside, but inside he was panicking. Oh, damn it, such a big thing happened at the hospital; even the hospital director must be terrified.

We can't afford to lose Chief Gordon! The whole of Gotham will laugh at us! It could even cause the hospital's reputation to plummet. Not making money is tantamount to killing the hospital director!

"Hello, officer, over here!"

The old dean was very cooperative. Whatever Harvey wanted, he instructed the security guards to cooperate and retrieve the video of Chief Gordon before he left.

After the video came out, Harvey's anger, which had been suppressed, flared up again!

'Oh damn it, it's that Riddler bastard! He came after Gordon after getting out of Arkham Asylum! He deserves to die!'

He angrily opened the green letter with a question mark on it.

Harvey, aha, I knew it was you! I've taken Gordon. If you want him, you'll have to ask Gotham's Batman for him. But don't worry, I'll take good care of Gordon. I'll definitely give him to Batman as a prize, hahahaha.

The first riddle is: I am both the beginning and the end, what am I?

————The Riddler

Snapped!

Harvey slammed the envelope onto the table.

Harvey gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to find Batman.

He ran back to Gordon's hospital room, pulled out his police uniform, and looked for his phone. Thankfully, the phone was still there. He opened the contacts and checked the emergency contacts, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find Batman's number. Such an important phone number should be specially marked.

Half an hour later, Harvey couldn't find a solution, so he went to Gordon's house.

He wanted to ask his family if they knew how to contact Batman.

Coincidentally, since Gordon was the first to know that aliens had entered Gotham, his family—his wife and children—had already been sent out of Gotham by Gordon for a trip.

Oh, and there's still one daughter missing, Barbara Gordon, who's in college. She should be safe at school.

Unfortunately, Gordon forgot that college was on holiday today, and Barbara happened to be home.

Harvey's expression was very conflicted, especially when he saw the young Barbara; it was as if he were helping an old comrade return home to deliver a death message.

Barbara blinked. "What's wrong, Uncle Harvey? Did something happen to my dad?"

Harvey didn't know what to say, so he simply handed her the envelope he had crumpled up.

He sighed and explained, “Your father was so exhausted that he ended up in the hospital. Because we were too busy, we didn’t take good care of him, which led to him being captured by the Riddler. Now the Riddler wants us to find Batman! I… thought I’d come to Gordon’s house to see if there was anything we could use to find Batman. After all, in all of Gotham, Gordon is the fastest at finding Batman.”

Barbara took the envelope and read it carefully. Her eyebrows furrowed, and a deep worry appeared on her face.

Harvey was helpless. The only one who could save Gordon now was Batman, and there were clues to finding Batman in Gordon's house.

Even if Barbara stares blankly at the envelope, Harvey will play the villain this time, interrupt her grief, and go save her father as soon as possible!

"Excuse me, Barbara, but could you take me to Gordon's office? I need to find a way to locate Batman!"

Barbara realized what was happening and pointed to a room on the west side, saying:

"Okay, Uncle Harvey, it's in the study over there. Dad dumped things all over the floor, so it might be hard for you to find. Do you need my help?"

Seeing Barbara's teary eyes, Harvey decided it was best not to ask her for help; the little girl should just stay in her room and have a good cry.

"No need, I'll find it myself. Thank you!"

Without further hesitation, Harvey went to Gordon's study to look for clues.

Meanwhile, Barbara ran upstairs, into her room, and locked the door. What she was about to do was far more dangerous than Harvey's: capture Batman online!

When it comes to finding clues online, there are few in Gotham who can match her.