American Comics: The Force Awakens

Early the next morning, Carl went to the street and bought a newspaper, and then returned to the laboratory for breakfast.

Harley was opposite him, slumped on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.Maybe she looked lazy because she ate too much after exercising too much last night.

The cover of the newspaper read "Halloween Tragedy - Newlywed's Husband Just Returned from Honeymoon Was Murdered" and it was accompanied by a large photo.

I don’t know where the Western reporter came from. The article actually described the strange conditions at the crime scene in detail, and also included various nonsense speculations made by the reporter himself, which added to the mystery of the case. point.

It's just that Johnny's mosaic photo is a bit unphotogenic.

At the same time, the news that the Joker was recaptured was pushed into the corner because there seemed to be no victims this time.The reporter boldly predicted that the status of the city's lunatic and murderous king may change hands.

The Joker would probably not be very happy if he saw this news.

"So can Arkham patients read newspapers?" he asked casually.

"From my recent observation, if the treatment is going well, you can still watch TV." Harley replied, still staring at the phone. "Afternoon tea and donuts, this is already better than most people can spend outside." It’s better.”

"I hope Mr. Julian will be satisfied." He knocked on the newspaper in his hand and said casually, "After all, everyone has his first time."

"So what's going on with him?" Karl pointed to the test stand in the distance, where stood a doctor with a glass head in armor. He had been busy with his work since just now. "It's too early for work hours."

"For people who are used to working at night, it should be too late." Harley glanced at the other side and smiled, "Ah, him, that is a sad story."

"You know he used that resurrection compound to save his wife, right?"

"What, something went wrong?"

"No, there is no problem. He succeeded. He got a wife with a normal temperature and able to move." Harley suppressed a smile and continued, "But as far as we know, the side effect of this compound is that people will be very sensitive to temperature. Sensitive, cold temperatures inhibit their activity. Victor is basically a walking iceberg."

"So once they want to have some in-depth communication about their relationship that has been broken for so many years—" She put down the phone and crossed her index fingers. "Beep——"

"That was a disaster." Karl laughed too.

"So now, Mr. Freeze should think about how to thaw himself, at least on certain occasions."

"You should know that I can hear what you are saying from here." Victor's voice came from the other end of the laboratory. "Also, didn't your professionalism tell you that you cannot eat in the laboratory?"

Harley pretended that nothing happened and raised her phone again.

"Ah, hey, Dr. Freese, I didn't notice you just now." Carl began to change the subject, "What happened to the list Lincoln sent last time."

As a competent mole, Lincoln had no psychological burden to betray some of his displeased colleagues when the Court of Owls was weak.But after all, his status is not high, so his knowledge is very limited.

So Karl changed hands and sold him and the list of people to Oswald, with Victor, an acquaintance, pulling the strings.

"They have made some progress, but according to Cobot, those are just small players." Victor replied, "There is no news about the real big names yet."

In fact, there are big fish. If Karl remembers correctly, one of the current leaders of the court is the Boris family who lives on the top floor of a luxury hotel, but now is not the time to deal with them.

"And according to Lincoln, the court has successfully dug out some of the claws after the initial chaos and is working on resuscitating them, but during this sensitive period, any suspicious behavior by any member will be regarded as an attempt to remove the claws. It was an act of betrayal that they took for themselves, so they had to suspend their operations.”

"Ah, the court. It's always like this when there are more people." Karl said with emotion. "Always look out for your own interests, not the upcoming crisis."

More than a month, which doesn't seem to be too slow, but including the time for recovery and re-brainwashing some of the claws that may be disobedient, this process should still take some time.

"Then it's almost time to prepare for the next stage." He counted the time and said.

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

When Harvey returned home, the police cars had already evacuated and a yellow warning line was drawn at the scene.

The wreckage of the bombed car has also been pulled away, leaving nothing but a trace of scorch on the scene.

Greda threw herself into Harvey's arms almost as soon as she saw him.

"They said...Joker..." she choked out broken sentences, studying Harvey.

Except that half of his clothes seemed to be corroded, he looked normal.

"Shh... Greda... shh..." he whispered. He held his wife in his arms to comfort her, but his eyes seemed to be looking away.

After settling the frightened lady, Harvey went into the basement.

"I've been looking for you, what happened." A voice came from the darkness.

When the power is turned on, the dim light can only illuminate the lower body of the bat, and his bat head is still hidden in the shadows.

"Ah, Batman, you finally showed up." Harvey didn't look at the bat. "It took you long enough. Is it because of the Joker?"

"The Joker has been reincarcerated into Arkham." Batman replied, "So you're okay, what did he say to you."

"No, it's nothing, just some ridiculous lies." He took out the gold coin and showed the corroded side. "It's just a joke of his."

"Luckily, I had some help. Do you know anyone who's acting weird? Some young guy who claims to be a guest star?"

Batman said nothing, obviously not wanting to talk more on the topic.

"The gangster who was caught by the Joker last night was shot dead." Batman changed the topic "On the way to being transferred by the police."

Harvey didn't seem to hear, he just tossed the coin.

The coin landed on the back of the hand, which was heads.

There was silence for a long time before Harvey answered.

"We all know that there is a Roman informant in the police station." He said. "Maybe he doesn't want to expose his secret."

Batman looked at Harvey for a while, and seemed to feel that there was no more information. He lifted up his cape and disappeared through the basement door.

Harvey flipped the coin again, tails.

"And let me tell you, he deserves it." His voice was much lower this time.

Harvey pulled a pistol from his pocket and began his work.