Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

"Each of you gets a bottle of Titan venom. Harley, lead these people to find Batman. Inject him directly when you see him. You will defeat the bat."

The Joker personally placed a bomb in the safe before coldly instructing, then turned to leave.

He had other things to do.

Like, say, the commissioner of the Gotham Police Department.

If Gordon were injected with an overdose of Titan venom, mutated and driven mad, wreaking havoc everywhere, and Batman had no antidote, what would he do to his friend?

The Joker was very much looking forward to this game of testing humanity, especially Batman's.

Qingshui followed the criminals, guided by Harley's voice, to find the bat. After encountering Batman, these Titan-transformed criminals were only able to make Batman look a little disheveled before being tied up in a row with his grappling hook.

Before injecting the Titan venom, Bane was a top martial arts master, so in a one-on-one situation, his physical skills could gain an advantage against Batman. These people were not.

Not to mention that after injecting the Titan venom, their mental state would be greatly affected, their rationality would decrease, and they would become extremely manic.

Qingshui, of course, didn't go to find the bat.

Before the battle started, he used a shadow clone technique learned in the ninja school to replace himself.

The scene was chaotic during the fight, and no one noticed the disappearance of the clone.

As for Qingshui himself...

"This body still has too little chakra."

In the Arkham prison corridor, Qingshui stood among the bodies of guards and criminals scattered on the ground, tightened his pants, and inserted the Titan venom bottle into the chest plate of his bulletproof vest.

Then, Qingshui threw the stripped guard into the innermost cell of the restroom and splashed a basin of cold water on his face.

The guard groggily woke up, only to find that his eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his body was trapped, unable to move.

"Name."

A strange voice sounded.

"Ah!"

"Now, you have nine fingers left."

"Edward Svit!"

"Crack!"

"Wrong answer. Now it's eight fingers. Don't think about playing tricks."

Qingshui looked at the ID card in his left hand and said indifferently.

"Milovan Torre."

"Very good."

Qingshui continued to ask many questions.

Thanks to his perfect score in interrogation class at the ninja school, he quickly found out what he wanted to know.

"Very good."

Qingshui punched the person unconscious, then formed hand seals.

Boar - Dog - Ox.

Transformation Technique!

With a bang, a cloud of white smoke appeared, and Qingshui instantly became exactly like the guard at his feet.

Qingshui looked him over for a while, then confidently walked out.

As for the guard, he would be safely unconscious in the locked innermost cell of the restroom for twenty-four hours.

Next stop, the Arkham Asylum control room!

The entire Arkham was already locked down due to the Joker's orders to Harley Quinn. To unlock it, one would naturally have to go to the control room.

Just now, Qingshui had roughly figured out Arkham's terrain and important locations from the guard.

At this moment, the entire Arkham was in chaos.

On the way to the control room, Qingshui was attacked by criminals multiple times because his current identity was an Arkham guard, and a lone one at that.

"This is a bit troublesome."

Qingshui frowned, looking at the path ahead.

The corridor outside the control room was currently in the midst of a fierce firefight.

The guards wanted to retake the control room, and Harley Quinn naturally had a large number of criminals guarding it.

Therefore, bullets were flying and blood was flowing everywhere in this corridor.

Being hit by a bullet wouldn't be easy to survive, especially at close range.

Even a small-caliber pistol could be terrifyingly lethal at close range. If Qingshui were hit, he would be finished.

"Hey you over there! What are you standing around for! Come help!"

Behind the temporary sandbag barricade, the person who seemed to be the captain of the guards spotted Qingshui and waved him over.

"Milo! What brings you here!"

The guard who recognized the original owner of the identity also greeted him.

Qingshui didn't say anything, just crouched down and went behind the sandbag wall, firing a few random shots.

The more he said, the easier it would be to reveal a flaw, so it was better to say less.

The person next to him didn't say anything either and threw himself back into the fight.

The battle situation was very stalemate, which disappointed Qingshui greatly.

If the guards could win, they would definitely rush into the control room, which was exactly what he wanted.

If the criminals won, Qingshui could change back to his original identity and sneak in, and he could still get into the control room.

The only thing Qingshui didn't want to see was the current situation.

But he couldn't just kill his way through here.

If it were his main body, he could try, but this clone had only been cultivating chakra for a short time. The quality and quantity of chakra were not that great, not even up to the standard of a Genin. It was probably only at the level of a senior ninja school student.

This was still because Qingshui's own mental quality was higher, and this body was a healthy adult.

But that was all.

Limited by the body, the upper limit of physical skills was also locked. Moreover, he didn't have any ninja tools that he was familiar with, such as puppets. As for this gun, he only figured out how to use it on the way here. At most, it was just because he had practiced ninja tool throwing, so he was a little more accurate with the gun.

So what should he do next?

With that little bit of chakra in this body, he couldn't maintain the Transformation Technique for twenty-four hours. He would be recognized sooner or later.

Just as Qingshui was at a loss, two batarangs flew from afar, curving in the air, and finally nailed to the wall behind the group of criminals.

"Boom!"

Fire and thick smoke emerged, followed by several balls rolling on the ground.

"Bang!"

A thick cloud of smoke exploded, and a young man wearing a black battle suit, wearing a mask, and holding two short sticks jumped out of the ventilation duct behind and rushed into the smoke.

"Let's follow!"

Seeing Nightwing's arrival, the guards were immediately encouraged.

As a superhero, top martial arts master, and Batman's successor, Nightwing's combat power far exceeded these guards with the help of many Batman technologies.

In less than ten minutes, the criminals were lying on the ground, handcuffed.

Very good, the second step of the plan was successfully completed.

Inside the Arkham control room, watching Harley Quinn, who was personally tied to a chair by Nightwing with a rag stuffed in her mouth, Qingshui excused himself to go out and patrol to scout around, temporarily leaving the Arkham control room.

Next, it was time to carry out the third step of the plan.