The Collection of The End

——dc, darkness——

Gotham, Blackgate Penitentiary.

It is located on an isolated island called Black Gate Reef south of Gotham City. It has strict guarding measures and is only connected to the land by a narrow cross-sea bridge.

Like other industries in Gotham, Blackgate Prison also has investment from Wayne Group, but it has no power to interfere with the operation of the prison.

But unlike Arkham Asylum, the prisoners in Blackgate Prison are ordinary criminals who are worthless. Their criminal motives are basically very common: money, women, or being brave and ruthless, and their methods are also very ordinary, and they will neither They don't use riddles, release poison gas or hypnosis, and they don't even have basic anti-detection awareness after committing a crime. In short, they are the type where the evidence is conclusive and no lawyer would want to defend them.

The warden of Blackgate Prison, Martin Joseph, is walking along the spiral corridor to the underground chamber.

He was originally from a well-known businessman family in Gotham City, but the people in this family seemed to have an ancestral tendency to violence. They would do anything to achieve their goals, and the severity became worse with each generation. By the time Martin's father's generation arrived, they inevitably turned to violent crimes. The wrong path.

Then, he encountered opponents that he would never have encountered in normal business, Carmine Falcone and Sal Maroney.

The two gang godfathers were already at war with each other for control of Gotham's underground, so how could they allow others to join them? After confirming through several contacts that the leader of the new force was just a stupid young man who didn't know the heights of the world, both parties had a tacit understanding to tear the family into pieces.

In the end, the entire family tree fell apart, leaving only the unprofitable post of warden of Blackgate Prison, which was thrown to Martin.

Martin was not interested in reviving his family, revenge, or anything like that, but he was not willing to remain an underappreciated warden. He vigorously squeezed the labor of prisoners, used the money he obtained to upgrade prison facilities and prison guard equipment, and also tried to Find people with special abilities among the prisoners to work for you. Even if you don't expect to dominate Gotham, you should at least make people tremble when they mention his name.

Recently, a series of opportunities have come to him.

First, Maroni's attempt to sneak attack Falcone failed, and a large number of his men were sent in. Then a group of weird guys suspected of being aliens appeared and wanted to occupy Gotham, but they fell within the range of Martin's firepower.

The heavy weapons that were specially purchased and upgraded to prevent prison robberies and escapes were used for the first time by aliens. It was somewhat funny, but for some reason, after this incident was over, he, the warden, His status in the hearts of the prisoners has risen a lot, at least when he deprived them of their rest time and made them work overtime on the sewing machine, they complained a lot less.

This batch of incoming aliens left behind a large amount of debris and equipment. Although the major forces in Gotham City are rushing to carve it up, no one cares about the "mosquito legs" here in Blackgate Prison, and they already have their own Martin in the R\u0026D and production workshop naturally would not take the initiative to hand it over. Through research on these alien equipment, he created a powerful weapon on his own called "Venom".

Zhizhizhi——

The spiral passage came to an end, and Martin passed through the steel doors and corridors and came to a huge laboratory.

In the huge cylindrical petri dishes surrounding them, the corpses of aliens are being soaked. After putting aside the restraints of the armor, they look like articulated limbs with six eyes, a body covered with carapace, and the ability to walk upright. Animal-like.

What's strange is that judging from the degree of limb mutilation, they have already been completely dead, but when the external circuit of the petri dish occasionally flashes an arc, the internal remains will still suddenly tremble.

On the other side of these "pillars" is a processing device that looks like a blacksmith shop or a steel factory. The armor worn by the aliens has been studied, analyzed, cut and welded by different machines, but most of the results are just difficult to understand. Just reused scrap metal.

The reason why it is "mostly" is because there is an obvious result in the middle of this laboratory.

It was a huge steel experimental bed, with a tall, shirtless man tied up with strong shackles.

The alien's armor covered his head, shoulders, and back in a crooked but barely put together manner, making him look like a strangely styled wrestler.

However, ordinary wrestlers do not inject some kind of dark liquid into their bodies through preset tubes.

"Roar——]" Sensing someone approaching, the giant man opened his eyes, stared at Martin with his red eyes, and let out a meaningless roar.

"How are you feeling today? Bane?" Martin ignored his ferocious look and walked to the experimental bed to check the data.

"Bluff——]" The giant man known as Bain responded with the same meaningless roar.

"Maybe someone can understand what you are saying, but that will never include me." Martin glanced at the data: "I hope you still retain enough intelligence and remember that you took the initiative to become my experiment when you were about to die and had no other options. I don’t want to be a supporting role in the scene where Frankenstein is the first to kill his creator after breaking free from control.”

"Gu...]" Bain's voice lowered, wondering if he was expressing his surrender.

"The 'venom' I gave you was the result of improving the 'enhancers' used by these aliens - it's really amazing. With such strength, they don't seem to care about the life and death of their men at all."

"Although this medicine kept you alive and greatly enhanced your physique, it needs to be injected every 12 hours," Martin said. "Considering that your current IQ is worrying, I will use the alien armor." I’ve paired you with a set of armor, barely equipped with a timed injection function, as long as you come back before it runs out when you go out.”

"Roar——]" Bain roared.

"Now, I just want to find an opportunity for you to make a perfect appearance in front of the madmen in Gotham. It would be better if you can beat Batman - any one -" Martin said while starting to debug other data. .

"Ouch!",