[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Mutant Manufacturing Plan...

Mutant Manufacture Project.

This phrase always conjures up images of scalpels, mechanical arms, Frankenstein laughing and quacking, blue or green or yellow blood.

But, actually, the MMP base, tucked away on the corner of the Upper East Side a few floors below a stock exchange, doesn't look like a laboratory.

If we have to use a metaphor, we can say that it looks like a metal maze magnified countless times.

And above this labyrinth, the stock exchange has long been closed, empty, as if separated from the panicked people on the street outside a small world.

On the west side of the overly quiet exchange hall, a secret door dedicated to employees was suddenly pushed open.

Behind the gradually widening gap in the door, the night wind from the tall building rushed out strangely.

If someone is here at this moment, he can even see a vast expanse of sky behind the door.

Nightingale, half covered, stepped over from the roof of another building, her tendon-soled tactical boots stomping on the ground, barely making any sound.

The strange composite door, which looked like a secret door of the stock exchange on the front and a dilapidated wooden door on the top floor of the building on the back, slowly closed behind her.

Just before the door gap was completely closed, a slight flame burned from the back side, and a line of cursive letters could be vaguely seen under the flame:

【This door leads to Gotham's Upper East Side Stock Exchange. Ten seconds later, this door will be burned to ashes】

……

"Arkham riots."

Inside the Batmobile, Nightwing and Tim, the two front/Red Robins, squeeze into the back of the car.

The two little birds, one holding the communicator and the other holding the bat computer, got used to the thrilling drifting speed of the Batmobile, swaying like a tumbler.

The butler sits in Wayne Manor, and projects various monitoring clips that need to be focused on the display screen of the Batmobile.

Wonder Woman Diana is wearing a gold, red, and blue battle armor. Under the dark gold forehead, a pair of black eyes are as bright as morning stars, sharp and calm, like sharp arrows piercing the darkness of Gotham.

She is currently straddling the black bat motorcycle, moving her wrists, pulling out the mantra lasso from her waist, preparing for the upcoming battle.

But she wasn't the one driving the car. Colonel Steve Trevor was sitting in the front seat. This usually gentle and cheerful man had a serious expression when he touched the mechanical device.

Born in the U.S. Air Force, he moved forward flexibly in the direction of the bat light, and abruptly drove the Batmobile out of the speed of the Batmobile in front of him.

However, when they crossed Gotham New City and Burleigh and arrived at the gate of Arkham—or, the officially separated Arkham Independent Island—they were all shocked by the sight before them.

I saw countless "mermaids" with wings and gills surrounding the periphery of Arkham. They had obvious human appearances—most of them were not beautiful or inconspicuous—and they were full of cracks, as if magma was surging. body.

Compared with the bubbling water surface state when they passed Mesh Creek before, these artificial mutants were hotter now.

Because the circle of Gotham River around Arkham isn't just bubbling, it's getting thicker and thicker white steam steaming around them.

Forcibly turning the spooky Arkham → into → Little Wonderland Arkham.

……

Arkham, the little wonderland that had been dragged off land, was far from shore.

The five broken bridges had long been violently cracked by these mutants, and then they added pulling force, leaving only half of the bridge body at both ends.

The dark Gotham River was surging, and those continuous vibrations were transmitted in all directions.

The waves hit the shore of Gotham and set off roaring water splashes. They even rushed to farther and farther directions, disturbing the warmth and noise of the metropolis.

The police cars coming from all directions of Gotham crowded at the pier, looking at each other with "beep, beep, beep".

The dusty GCPD chief, James Gordon, stepped down from the leading police car with extremely serious eyes.

How many storms and waves he has experienced in the past few decades in the Gotham Police Department.

From the stubborn young police inspector with blond hair, to the old white-haired man who lost his wife and his daughter's lost legs.

The justice and evil, conspiracy and conspiracy, gang games and power strife he has dealt with... It is unimaginable for the police in other cities.

Gordon even met the mass escape from Arkham Asylum on more than one occasion.

But never before has the storm in this city been so shocking.

—Although shocked, but not surprised.

Gordon had foreseen this day ever since the group of mutants had a name in this world.

Extraordinary power does not distinguish between good and evil, but as long as this power exists, it will not be able to eliminate the greed of the greedy, the use of the conspirators, the exploitation of the profiteers, and the use of the lunatics...

From the moment Gotham became one of the colonies of mutants with nowhere to hide, Gordon began to worry about the future of the city.

Therefore, when Bruce Wayne sent Nightwing to inform him of the news that "MMP is building a base underground in Gotham", the first thought in his mind was: this day has finally come.

……

The fog around Arkham was getting thicker.

The pervasive laughter and the tinkling sound of iron windows and doors were transmitted even through such a long distance. One can imagine what kind of carnival ceremony is going on inside the Arkham Asylum at this moment.

The aged sheriff took a deep breath and gave instructions to the military helicopter waiting in mid-air.

——Investigate the interior of Arkham from a high altitude and long-distance, do not approach, and land snipers are preparing at the same time.

The humming sound of dozens of helicopter engines was rhythmic, rendering the tense atmosphere of the scene to a higher level.

The helicopter pilot certainly didn't ignore the wings on the backs of the hybrid mutants.

Everyone knew that it was certainly not a decoration, but no one thought that these "mermanoids" were as fast in the air as they were underwater.

After sensing the approach of the helicopter, several mutants were separated from the countless mutants, shooting out like a rain of burning arrows.

——The snipers lurking all over the place didn't even have time to align their sights.

Their wings are not white, but as dull as if they had been smoked by charcoal. The brightest parts on their bodies are the cracks under the skin, and after catching the helicopter bars, their claws were burnt red like magma. .

Lifting up such a pair of sharp claws, it seems that with just a single swipe, the iron sheet outside the helicopter cockpit can be torn off in curls like torn paper...

"Snapped--!"

A sound of slamming the rope slamming the air resounded in mid-air.

With the sound of the whip, a powerful female body leaped high from the pier, rushing straight into the sky with a speed and strength that absolutely violated the laws of physics.

The shiny golden lasso was flung out by Diana's powerful arm, and it quickly wrapped around the wings of a man-made mutant, twisted off, and threw it abruptly from the air into the black and cold river.

The rest of the mutants roared in unison, and surrounded Wonder Woman who was floating in the night sky.

However, before they could make a move, several faint blue palm cannons charged from top to bottom.

The gold-red armor posed provocatively at a higher position, accompanied by the cynical taunt of the mustache billionaire: "Hey, little miscellaneous fish, flying well, come to play with daddy?"

Diana glanced up, tightened the noose with one hand and attacked, and couldn't help complaining in the temporary channel of "Gotham Justice League Squad": "I always feel that B can tell him [ Get out of my Gotham]..."

"Uh..." Nightwing, who was temporarily added to the channel, said in an awkward voice, "But Batman isn't here."

Diana:? ? ?

Wasn't it Batman they were following on a motorcycle?

"No, it's just me and Red Robin in the car." Nightwing said helplessly, "Batman said that Arkham was handed over to us, and he has other more important tasks."

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