[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

The war knight fell to the ground, with the angel blade still stuck in his throat, and the nearly pierced trachea let out a whooping sound.His face was buried in a pool of blood, and his body was still twitching.

Everyone present was watching in silence.

Cassidio squatted on the ground, his beautiful beige windbreaker was completely wet with blood this time, and the original color could no longer be seen.

"We... succeeded."

A long minute passed, and Cyril watched with his own eyes that the blood bar of the war knight dropped to zero quickly, and his avatar on the system panel was completely grayed out.

With the cooperation of all, they won the war.

Batman stepped forward first, and pulled out the needle he shot from Zhan Zhan, and Cyril slipped him a few bottles of blood recovery potion when he passed by him.

Then there was Cassidio, the bloody angel touched the blood splattered on his cheeks and forehead, lowered his head and pulled out the angel blade, and rubbed it with his clean shirt.

Hulk punched the ground and muttered loudly, "Hulk is boring!"

Cyril patted Hulk's arm, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it fun to fight?"

Hulk lowered his head, looked at the elf who was only as tall as his chest, and said aggrievedly: "Hulk has stayed at home enough! They won't let Hulk out!"

Cyril raised his hand, pointed his fingertips in the direction of Arkham Asylum, and said softly, "There are still some people making trouble there, can Hulk help us subdue them?"

"Hulk is willing!"

Seeing Hulk rubbing his fists happily, Batman cast a cold look at Cyril.

Cyril followed that cold gaze and looked back, and found that Batman had put his armor back on at some point.He smiled innocently at Batman, his pointy ears gleaming under the moon, "Why don't you hurry up."

Batman adjusted his golden belt, "If he breaks it casually, I will kick him out of Gotham."

Cyril raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

Batman paused, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but his voice was still low: "Iron Man is not the only one who has anti-Hulk armor."

Cyril: "...you tech freaks are so perverted."

They simply tidied up the scene, and Cyril distributed some magic potions and spring water supplements to everyone, so that these superheroes who were running around in the night could devote themselves to suppressing the riots in Arkham Asylum among.

At the time when the elves, angels, and big bats were fighting against the war knights, Quicksilver had already used his speed to rescue the medical staff and security guards who were hijacked by patients in Arkham. Xiao Kuaiyin couldn't tell whether it was the other patients who were making trouble together, and he could only do so much for the time being.

Without a large number of innocent hostages in hand, villains of mass destruction such as Poison Ivy and Killer Crocodile had already escaped and been subdued, and it became much easier to clean up the rest of the situation.

They walked along the Arkham Lighthouse guarded by Nightwing, passed through the playground that was usually used for low-risk patients to relax and exercise, and all of them entered the cold and elegant Gothic building.

The Arkham Asylum was completed in 1921. The first dean was Dr. Adidas Arkham, who had studied in Europe and was a student of the famous psychologist Jung.

Later, Arkham opened the door, and the Doctor took his first patient, a serial killer who had raped and murdered dozens of women, and tried to restore him to normal with electroshock therapy.But unfortunately, the vicious killer escaped from prison half a year later and murdered Dr. Arkham's wife and daughter.

Not long after, Dr. Arkham also went crazy. With the help of the doctor, he was admitted to the madhouse he built by himself.

From the very beginning, Arkham has been full of madness and absurdity, making people shudder.

At the moment of entering Arkham, Cyril couldn't help shivering.

"This place has been cleaned up." Diana held a blood-stained long sword and opened the way ahead. She turned her head and said, "Before Batman left, we pushed those lunatics back to more than the fifteenth floor, but there are still some People escaped down the sewers and ventilation pipes."

Batman added: "Under the influence of the War Knights, the main control system inside Arkham was destroyed by the delirious internal security personnel before our arrival, so it is impossible to count the number of people who escaped. System maintenance requires a lot The manpower and time can't be counted on now, but fortunately they can't use the main control system, otherwise it may take a whole night to break through the password doors of the isolation area one by one."

Although Arkham's main control system cannot be counted on, Alfred, the almighty butler, has already mobilized the "bright" elite team that Cyril handed over to him, and arranged a high-precision control system around Arkham. Temporary sound wave and infrared detection points are monitoring every living creature in Arkham in real time, at least to prevent them from bumping around.

Five minutes after the group entered Arkham, they encountered the first wave of counterattacks by the lunatics.

Even if the corpses of the war knights are already cold, how could the lunatics go back obediently now that Pandora's box has been opened?

Cyril used a low-level version of Blizzard to reduce the enemy's movement speed, and then Quicksilver, Wonder Woman, Nightwing and Batman swarmed up, easily knocked these people down with one punch, and handcuffed them .

It didn't even have time to make an appearance with the Hulk.

They easily reached the fifteenth floor, the station line that Batman had pushed forward before leaving.

This was originally a lounge, and there was a stage in the middle where you could watch movies, and patients were encouraged to go up and perform stage plays.But now a big hole was punched out on the stage, and it was broken from the middle, making a mess.

Because of the hostages, Batman confronted Arkham's mentally ill criminals here for a long time. The other party spontaneously destroyed the elevator, and the corridors and emergency passages were covered with dense barbed wire grids.

Diana temporarily lent her long sword and shield to Hulk. The big green man held up the shield, brandished the long sword, roared and pushed all the way over, destroying all the barbed wire fences that were enough to electrocute people.

Half an hour later, they had already driven the group of escaped criminals to the rooftop on the top floor.

There was also a little trouble during the period-the scarecrow's improvised fear gas wasted 10 minutes of their time.

Fortunately, Cyril has prepared enough antidotes.

When Arkham was first completed, the area was not large, and there was only one main building, but after years of repairs, reconstructions and upgrades, the main building with the taste of Gothic architecture in the last century has now become the doctor's office. The office, and the place where the prisoners are mainly held is a newly built building, an unremarkable box-shaped building, and everyone has a single room to live in.

They are now standing on the roof of this cube-shaped building.

After half a day of lingering rain, at ten o'clock in the evening, the thick cloud finally receded, and the bright yellow moon shaped like a scimitar hung high in the sky, illuminating the sick clothes of the lunatics opposite in black and white.

Hulk raised his fist at them.

The night of fighting and running was exhausting, Cyril yawned towards the sky, raised his staff, and prepared to use one skill to kill them all.

Suddenly, there was a burst of crazy, sharp and piercing laughter.

Hearing this familiar laughter, Ye Yi, who grew up in Gotham, couldn't help but tense his back.

It's the clown's laugh!

Cyril suppressed a half-yawned yawn and turned to look at Batman.

Batman was silent, but almost unconsciously, took a step towards the source of the sound and shot a stream of black goo from the transmitter on his wrist.

The glue moved forward along the track, and began to deform when it came into contact with the air. Finally, a large net opened and fell from the sky, covering the person who made the sound from head to toe.

The person stuck to the viscous substance held his head up in a daze, and the left corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He is not a clown.

Before the others could react, Batman had already come to the side of the man, squatted down, groped around him, and finally found a mobile phone with a flashing screen.

Without hesitation, Batman pressed the answer button.

A pale face appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, and a laugh that sounded like the ringing of the mobile phone emerged from the bright red lips, making one's scalp tingle like scratching the blackboard with fingernails.

The clown wiped the corner of his mouth, fiddled with his green hair lightly, then moved the phone away from his face, showed a polite smile, and greeted: "How are you doing recently? My dear old friend ?”

Batman didn't answer him.

The clown touched the screen with his hand, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Look, this is what I hate the most about you, as a man, dear big bat, you are too taciturn, no lovely lady would like a mute. "

Batman remained silent.

"Okay, okay," the clown didn't seem to be affected by Batman's good mood. After holding the phone around for a while, he suddenly switched the phone from the selfie camera to him, revealing the scene in front of him, "to celebrate I have regained my precious freedom, and I have prepared two gifts for you."

After the camera turned, the people present couldn't help being surprised.

"That's... Robin?"

Cyril narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the screen of the phone held by Batman.

The poor child was tied to a concrete pillar, his little head was hanging down pitifully, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Cyril heard Batman's breathing suddenly become heavier.

The Joker seemed satisfied with what he saw. He pulled the little Robin Bird's hair to force him to hold his head up, and then showed Batman's face with a bruised mouth.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce," the clown ran his pale fingertips across the child's sleeping face, "the thing is this - after I escaped from Arkham, I went back and buried my grave in the ground. Ordered HMX Dynamite, tied with a bow, ready to give to my dear bat friend."

"But who made me happen to meet this little bird in red and green again?" The clown pointed the camera at his face again, with the corners of his mouth torn apart, "So I decided to let my bat friend choose his favorite one himself." Gift."

"Are you here to save your little Robin?"

"Or stay there and save all the lunatics in Arkham?"