Kryptonian: Man of Steel

When the police were helpless, the situation fell into unprecedented tension and chaos.

When they arrived at Arkham Asylum, it was already dusk.

The night was as dark as ink, and the shadows of Arkham Asylum looked even more bizarre in the moonlight, as if hiding countless unknown horrors.

At this moment, a vague figure slowly walked out of the darkness in the distance, as if coming from the depths of hell. He was wearing a tattered scarecrow costume, with straw hanging messily on his body, swaying gently with the night wind, making a rustling sound, as if whispering some ancient spell.

The scarecrow wore a terrifying mask on his face, and his two eyes flashed with a faint light, like two burning hellfires, which made people shudder.

The light seemed to come from the messenger of hell, with endless evil and weirdness. He held a bottle of green liquid in his hand, and the liquid glowed with a weird luster in the moonlight, as if it contained some powerful power.

This figure was the scarecrow, Jonathan Crane.

He stood on a high ground, overlooking the entire Arkham Asylum, where the chaos and madness seemed to be under his control.

He laughed up to the sky, his voice full of pride and madness, as if the whole world was trembling under his feet.

The laughter echoed in the night sky, with a kind of heart-pounding magic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and make people feel endless fear.

His laughter became more and more rampant, as if he had seen the horror he had carefully planned about to take place.

Suddenly, he suddenly opened the bottle in his hand, and a green gas quickly gushed out of the bottle, like a green dragon tumbling in the night sky.

The gas quickly spread and filled the sky above the entire Arkham Asylum, with a strong toxicity, as if it was going to swallow everything.

The green gas had a strange magic, and as long as people inhaled a little, they would immediately feel an inexplicable fear.

All kinds of horrible illusions began to appear in front of their eyes. Some saw the monsters they feared the most, and those monsters were waving their claws and fangs, as if they were trying to break free from their dreams; some saw the tragic death of their loved ones, and those tragic scenes made them feel heartbroken.

The police soon discovered the weirdness of the green gas. Their originally firm eyes began to become panic and terrified, and their bodies began to tremble.

They tried to resist this fear, but the toxicity of the green gas was too strong, and they soon lost the ability to resist.

Their bodies seemed to be bound by the fear gas, unable to move, and could only watch the criminals wreak havoc in the hospital.

Those criminals seemed to have gained some kind of power, becoming more crazy and cruel, and mocking and insulting the police wantonly.

The entire Arkham Asylum fell into chaos and terror. The Scarecrow stood on a high place, admiring his masterpiece.

He felt like God, who could control the life and death and fear of others. His heart was full of satisfaction and pride, as if he had reached the pinnacle of life.

He walked up to a policeman who was controlled by the fear gas. The policeman had dull eyes and a stiff body, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

Scarecrow took the communicator from him with contempt, then held it high and said to the other end of the communicator in a terrifying and low voice: "Tonight, Arkham Asylum will be my stage. Batman and the ignorant Terminator, welcome to my world!!! We now have more than a hundred policemen as hostages. You'd better obey, otherwise..."

His voice echoed in the night sky, full of provocation and arrogance. Every word was like a cold blade, cutting through the tranquility of the night.

Batman was standing at the other end of the city at this time, with a frown and a firm light in his eyes.

He received the message from Scarecrow, and his heart was full of worry and anger.

He knew that the policemen controlled by the fear gas were in danger, and Scarecrow's cruelty and arrogance made him intolerable. He must rush to Arkham Asylum as soon as possible to stop Scarecrow's crazy behavior.

At the same time, Luther also received the news.

He stood on his Decepticon aircraft, overlooking the entire city.

"It's too much for these lunatics to live in a luxurious single room!"

Luther said angrily.

"And they don't have to work and they get free food and accommodation. It's a waste of taxpayers' money! They live in this world and only make food more expensive and less!"

His words were full of dissatisfaction with Arkham Asylum and disgust with criminals.

In his opinion, these criminals are the dregs of society and have no value at all.

He is determined to end it all and restore peace to Arkham Asylum.

"Tonight, the Terminator will end everything!"

He pressed the start button on the aircraft, and the Decepticon aircraft slowly took off and flew towards Arkham Asylum.

The white fuselage drew a bright arc in the night sky, as if it was a challenge signal from Terminator Luther.

Luther did not take Catwoman to Arkham Asylum with him.

In his opinion, in such a dangerous place, Catwoman is just a drag.

When he just arrived above Arkham Asylum, the moon in the sky seemed to tremble, and the silver moonlight flickered in the darkness, but it could not dispel the haze that was about to fall.

Several rockets suddenly rose from the ground and pierced the night sky. Their tail flames were like demonic tentacles, twisted and wild. These rockets hit his Decepticon aircraft accurately, so fast that no one had time to react.

"Boom————!!!"

A loud bang exploded in the night sky, making the entire Arkham Asylum seem to tremble. Under this sudden attack, the Decepticon aircraft was instantly hit by a rocket. The fuselage shook violently and made a harsh sound of metal tearing.

The fire spread across the fuselage and quickly engulfed the entire aircraft, turning it into a huge fireball. The fire shot up into the sky and illuminated the sky above the entire lunatic asylum. The light was dazzling and hot, as if it was going to burn everything.

"Hahahaha, surprise!"

A maniacal laughter sounded in the firelight, full of provocation and triumph.

I saw a few criminals in clown costumes standing on a tall building not far away. Their faces were painted with exaggerated makeup, and their red lips were grinning, revealing ferocious smiles.

They all held rocket launchers in their hands, and these were weapons carefully prepared by Bane for them.

It was they who fired the rocket that hit the Terminator's aircraft and caused this thrilling explosion.