Marvel: Fusion

　　 After processing the corpse of Bigfoot, Jude cleaned the water stains on the floor, and then slept beautifully.

　　 woke up early the next morning, first dismantled an old radio, then rummaged through the remaining parts of the TV, and then pieced together a miniature bug.

　　 Then took the laser transmitter and the miniature bug, Jude took a taxi to the Black Gate Prison.

　　 The Black Gate Prison and the Arkham Asylum in Gotham City are not the same place. The Black Gate Prison is a government agency managed by public officials. The prisoners are also ordinary prisoners, such as gangsters, thieves, robbers, etc.

　　 And the Arkham Asylum can be said to be the abnormal human research center in Gotham City. Only those criminals who are extremely dangerous, mentally abnormal, and have superpowers are eligible to be locked here.

　　Such as clowns, harlequins, scarecrows, mad hats, mudfaces, etc. are all frequent visitors of Arkham Asylum. It can be said that Arkham Asylum is the talent market in Gotham City.

　　 Black Gate Prison, located more than a dozen kilometers away from the outskirts of the city, was not easy to come here, and it almost squeezed Jude’s remaining money.

　　When he came to the prison office, Jude said to the guard at the front desk: "Hello, I'm looking for Deputy Warden Bob Dylan."

　　 "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

　　 "No, but I have a friend shut here and want to discuss business with him."

　　 The prison guard immediately showed a comprehensive expression, because this kind of thing is too common, especially in Gotham, a city that has long been completely corrupt.

　　 It can be said that as long as you have money, they dare to release even death row prisoners. At least in this respect, the power is greater than the president. After all, the president's amnesty is limited in number.

　　 took Jude to the room where Bob Dylan was, and the guards left wisely, and by the way the people next to him were also taken away.

　　 "Hello, deputy warden."

　　Because of his old age in his teens, Bob Dylan did not recognize him, but politely let him sit down. Who would hate the boy who gave money?

　　 "Sir, who is your friend? When did you come in? Because of what crime? Knowing this, I can give you a suitable price."

　　 "Price? Is it really good to be so blatant? Mr. Deputy Warden."

　　 Bob Dylan laughed, "This is Gotham!"

　　 "Yes, this is Gotham, I'm afraid there are not many righteous people except Batman."

　　 "Shh!"

　　 Bob Dylan's complexion changed: "Don't mention that name, it's taboo, no one likes it."

　　 "Okay sir, let's talk about business, let's talk about your friend's situation."

　　 Jude smiled slightly: "It seems that you really didn't recognize me. I am Jude Herbert. I just came four days ago, but I was thrown out by you."

　　 After Jude finished speaking, Bob Dylan looked at him carefully for a while, feeling a little familiar, and then he was surprised and then grinned.

　　 "It turned out to be you, why? Did you give me money again? As long as you can pay another 3,000 dollars, I can tell you where your friend was sent."

"Seriously, that's not a good place. Compared with the prison, it can be regarded as heaven. Your friend is called Ai...Ivy, right, a thin, poor little rabbit, I really don't know how many days she can last. "

　　 Regarding Jude Herbert in front of him, Bob Dylan is not at all worried, a pauper with no money and power, a Gotham scum, what if he is dissatisfied? Lao Tzu is a dignified deputy warden, and he can rank in the second echelon in the police circle.

　　 "Of course I need to know where Ivy was sent, but 3,000 dollars is too little, I think 1 billion dollars is about the same."

　　 Bob Dylan was taken aback, then turned around and roared: "You dare to tease me! Get out of my prison immediately, immediately!"

　　 Jude said lightly: "100000 dollars plus news of my friend, tell me, I'll leave."

　　 "Billy, **** guy, where did you die? Get out of this poor ghost!"

　　 With a bang, a brawny guard of five big three-thicknesses and a full two meters high rushed in, took a look at the situation and rushed directly to Jude.

　　 I don’t know when to hold the small laser transmitter, Jude raised his eyebrows and said: "If you dare to get closer, you will spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."

　　 The expressions of the two changed drastically, thinking that Jude was holding a gun, but after a closer look, they found that it was wrong. Where is the gun, it is clearly a tattered toy.

　　 I was actually frightened by a poor ghost with a toy. Billy, the brawny prison guard, was immediately annoyed and stretched out his big hand to Jude's shoulder.

　　 Although it would be troublesome to kill the opponent, it was much easier to crush his bones. After all, anyone would walk and fall.

　　噗!

　　 Different from the popping noise, the laser emission has only a very low muffled sound, followed by a bang, the ground shook slightly, and the two-meter-high man has fallen to the ground.

"what!"

　　 A heart-piercing cry came from his mouth, and the left leg that was hit had melted and disappeared, leaving only the black, crusted knee.

　　 A lot of movement instantly detonated the Black Gate Prison, and dozens of prison guards ran over with electric batons and firearms.

　　 Hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor, Jude took the opportunity to point the transmitter at Bob Dylan, smiled and screamed at him.

　　 Bob Dylan looked at Jude in horror, pretending to shout outside the orientation door: "I just broke the water glass, you bunch of waste, get out of work!"

　　Although Billy is still howling, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but now that Bob Dylan has spoken, the other prison guards can only obey. Who makes Gotham here? Who makes himself just a worker.

　　 "Very smart decision, can I talk about my request now?"

　　 Bob Dylan said awkwardly: "Sir, threatening a judicial officer with a gun. You will not end up doing this."

　　 "Really? You might as well listen to this."

　　 Jude took out the miniature listening device unhurriedly, turned on the speaker, and the conversation between the two was immediately played out.

　　 "Although Gotham's roots are rotten, I believe there are still some good officials, such as Director Gordon and Prosecutor Fatirme."

　　 "If the recording falls into their hands, I think you, the deputy warden, will do it well, and then dig deeper into your black material. It is not impossible to squat in the trumpet for decades."

　　 "Sonofbitch! Do you dare to threaten me!"

　　 "No, you made a mistake in the concept Mr. Bob, this is just a business, but it was originally worth 3,000 dollars, and you rely on your own ingenuity to make it 100,000 dollars."

"Now tell me your choice is to provide me with news and money or live in jail for the rest of your life, together with those prisoners who have been abused by you, if you choose the latter, it is better to exercise the chrysanthemum in advance, it is best to let it relax a little , Believe me, it's useful for you."

　　 After half an hour, Jude walked out of the prison with 10,000 dollars in his pocket, and suddenly felt refreshed. By tomorrow, there will be another 90,000 U.S. dollars in the account. With this money, he can make some interesting things.

　　 But I still couldn't find the news of Ivy, and Bob Dylan didn't know where she was sent, but it was a trouble.