Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Or, it is more accurate to call the other warden.

No one remembers what he once called, and the moment he took over as Warden of Arkham, his name became Arkham!

The name of each warden is uniformly called Arkham!

Arkham usually lives in seclusion, and even the supervisors who actually maintain Arkham's operation have never seen him a few times.

Therefore, it was difficult for Emmesen to control him because there was no right reason to contact the other party.

It is even more difficult to directly undermine it. Although it can be done in a short period of time, it is based on the information mastered by the conquered supervisors.

Arkham has a unique ability to detect some situations he wants to know. In the past, no one had such ideas, but they were all torn into pieces by the monsters that walked out of the ground.

The real trust in Arkham's real grasp of this place was not the person they worked for him like this, but the underground monster that has always been rumored but no one has seen.

Emerson has been walking around Arkham during this period, on the one hand, to observe the terrain, and on the other hand, to find out where the so-called monster is hidden.

Finally, it was concluded that Arkham's mystery was probably in Arkham's room.

Warden's office.

Although it is called the office, it is extremely

Mysterious, no outsider has ever stepped into it.

Without proceeding to conquer the remaining part of the supervisors, Emmerson decided to deal with Arkham first.

Those supervisors have limited strength and are responsible for small roles, so there is no need to waste valuable nanoreagents on them.

Although Emmerson brought a lot of reagents, he used one bottle less than one bottle without replenishment. It would be better not to waste it.

Night falls quietly.

Emmesen's figure appeared outside the warden's office.

Now he can move around at Arkham, and no one can control him at all. It is naturally nothing if he doesn't want to stay at night.

What's more, the warden's office is a forbidden place here, and no one will come even during the day, let alone it's night.

The process of entering the office was extremely smooth, and Emmerson walked in so swayingly, without any imaginary obstacles.

This is a huge and empty room with very few furnishings inside, and the biggest one is the huge desk.

The moment Emmesen entered, he locked in the figure sitting quietly behind the desk.

The figure was wearing a strange mask on his face, which made people unable to see his face clearly. He just sat there quietly, facing Emosen standing at the door.

Emmerson raised his eyebrows and walked slowly over.

Then he reached out and took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that looked like dry bacon.

This is a mummy who doesn't know how long it will take to die.

The moment Emmesen entered the room, he felt that although his figure sat very well, there was no breath on his body.

It was as if the person sitting there was not a person, but a lifeless item.

So, Emmerson took off his mask.

Things were like he felt, this was a specimen, not the so-called living person.

Not to mention those who are powerful, at least those who are not as strong as Emesen, cannot hide themselves in front of him.

Without turning on the lights, darkness did not hinder his vision. Emmerson did not focus too much on the mummy, but began to look at the office.

This is the most mysterious place in the entire Arkham Asylum and the most invisible place.

If no one deliberately mentioned it, many people would not remember that there was such a place even though they were in Arkham every day.

This is very strange, at least that's how Emmerson saw it.

There are many incredible things in this world. Hell and heaven care for each other, and magic is hidden among the crowd.

This aspect is exactly what Emesen is not good at. Arceus, who is good at this aspect, has once again restored a territory that can only communicate in his heart due to the limitations of the world.

Emmerson can no longer see it, so there is no way to rely on off-site aid.

Walking around casually in the office, Emmerson looked at all the suspicious things while thinking silently in his heart.

Having got used to talking with his fists, he found that his thinking ability had declined, and he had discovered no clues.

Finally, Emmerson simply lifted the mummy and put it aside, occupied the throne of the warden himself, and began to sit in that position to observe the office.

And in his mind, what happened recently was emerging one by one.

Amanda Waller was able to act so recklessly in Arkham, it could not be because of some supervisors, but only because of the orders from Arkham, or because she mastered Arkham.

Otherwise, her whereabouts would definitely be detected by Batman.

Suddenly, Emmesen thought of a possibility that he would be ignored, that is, did Batman really not know about this?

Is Batman in the formation of the suicide squad?

Even, would the mysterious warden of this Arkham Asylum be Batman who kept stuffing prisoners here?

These thoughts were lingering in my mind, but unfortunately, Emmerson had no way to confirm his thoughts without external information.

His fingers habitually tapped the table in front of him, and Emmerson turned his gaze to the mummy he placed aside.

What is this guy’s identity and what role does he play in these things?

Suddenly, Emosen was in surprise and a wave of energy flashed across the mummy's body.

Although he is a player in the melee combat system, he is not unable to even detect such obvious changes.

This situation shows that this mummy may have a unique role or it may be a special place in this company.

After thinking about it, Emmerson grabbed the mummies' shoulders and walked towards them.

Since this thing is a bit special, someone must have placed it specifically in this session. There is no change in touch with him. So will there be any changes when he takes him away?

Emmesen thought of doing it, so he grabbed the mummy and walked out the door.

He wanted to see if there were really restrictions.

And under his feet, in a secret unknown space, a thin figure was gasping for breath, his face full of fear.

The man seemed to be able to feel Emmerson's actions, and the moment he walked out of the room, he showed a hint of joy.