Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Not to mention those who have been replaced with artificial organs, even those who have not, after seeing this scene, they are obedient to Emerson.

No one wants to replace their internal organs with iron lumps, especially if they have to endure the pain of their internal organs being swallowed alive before that.

The old jailer looked at Emerson in surprise. He had only been away for a long time, and his new colleague turned out to be his boss.

"I just got lucky and did the supervisors a favor."

Emerson just answered the old jailer's question with a smile.

He didn't forget that the other party took care of him, but there's no need to say too much about this kind of thing. It's not helping this guy, but hurting him in disguise.

He couldn't tell the old jailer directly that he had already controlled half of Arkham's power, so you can do whatever you want, right?

The relationship between everyone really didn't reach this level, so he just took advantage of his position to arrange a safe and comfortable position for the old jailer.

This guy's registration ability is top-notch, as long as he doesn't accidentally fall into the center of the battlefield, there is absolutely no problem in surviving.

Without talking to the old jailer, Emerson still has one more important thing to do.

He is ready to attack the dean of Arkham!

Chapter 487 Warden's Office

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

No one remembers what he was 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 executives who actually maintain Arkham's operation haven't seen him a few times.

Therefore, it is difficult for Emerson to control him, because there is no suitable reason to contact him.

It is even more difficult to go directly overhead, although it can be done in a short period of time, but according to the information held by the subdued supervisors.

Arkham has a unique ability to detect some situations that he wants to know. It is not like no one had such an idea before, but they were all torn to pieces by the monsters that came out of the ground.

The reason why Arkham really mastered this place is not the people who work for him like them, but the underground monster that has always been rumored, but no one has seen it.

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

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

Office of the Warden.

Although it is called an office, it is incomparably

Mysterious, no outsider has ever set foot in it.

Instead of proceeding to subdue the remaining executives, Emerson decided to deal with Arkham first.

Those supervisors have limited strength, and are responsible for some small roles, so there is no need to waste precious nano reagents on them.

Although Emerson has brought a lot of reagents, but in the absence of supplies, it is better to use one bottle and one bottle less, so it is better not to waste it.

Night fell quietly.

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

Now he can move freely in Arkham, and no one can control him at all, so it's nothing if he doesn't return home at night.

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

The process of entering the office was extremely smooth. Emerson just walked in without any imaginary obstacles.

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

The moment Emerson entered, he locked onto the figure sitting quietly behind the desk.

There was a weird mask on the figure's face, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He just sat there quietly, facing Emerson standing straight at the door.

Emerson raised his eyebrows and walked over slowly.

Then he reached out and took off the mask on the figure's face, revealing a face like dried bacon.

This is a mummy who didn't know how long it had been dead.

Emerson felt it the moment he entered the room. Although the figure was sitting very upright, there was no breath on his body at all.

It was as if what was sitting there was not a person, but a lifeless object.

So, Emerson took off the mask.

The matter is also as he feels, this is a specimen, not a so-called living person.

Not to mention those powerful beings, at least those who are not as powerful as Emerson, there is no way to hide themselves from him.

He didn't turn on the light, and the darkness didn't hinder his vision. Emerson didn't pay too much attention to the mummy, but began to look at the office.

This is the most mysterious place in the entire Arkham Asylum, and it is also the place with the least sense of existence.

If no one deliberately mentions it, many people will not think of such a place even though they are in Arkham every day.

It's weird, or so Emerson sees it.

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

It just so happens that Emerson is not good at this aspect. Arceus, who is good at this aspect, has once again recovered the territory that can only communicate in his heart due to the limitations of the world.

Emerson's side can no longer be seen, so there is no way to rely on off-field assistance.

Walking around randomly in the office, Emerson thought silently in his heart while looking at all the suspicious things.

Accustomed to talking with his fists, he found that his thinking ability had declined, and he didn't even find any clues.

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

And in his mind, the recent events are emerging one by one.

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

Otherwise, her whereabouts will definitely be detected by Batman.

Suddenly, Emerson thought of a possibility that he had overlooked, that is, does Batman really know about this matter?

The formation of the Suicide Squad, is Batman in it?

Even, could the mysterious warden of this Arkham Asylum be the Batman who has been stuffing prisoners here?

These thoughts lingered in his mind, but it was a pity that Emerson had no outside information, so he had no way to prove his thoughts.

Habitually tapping his fingers on the table in front of him, Emerson turned his attention to the mummy that he put aside.

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

Suddenly, Emerson found out in surprise that a wave of energy flashed across the body of the mummy.

Even though he was a player of the hand-to-hand combat system, it was not impossible for him not to notice such an obvious change.

This situation shows that this mummy probably has a unique function, and it may also be a special place in this office.

After thinking for a while, Emerson grabbed the shoulder of the mummy and walked towards them.

Since there is something special about this thing, someone must have put it on purposely for this session, and there is no change when you touch it, so will there be any change if you take him away from here?

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

He wanted to see if there was really a limit.

And at his feet, in a secret unknown space, a thin figure was panting heavily, with a look of fear on his face.

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

Chapter 488 Videotape

The process of walking out of the room was extremely smooth, not to mention the limitations of imagination, there was not even a trace of waves.

Stopping outside the door of the warden's office, Emerson grabbed the mummy with one hand, and gently closed the door again with the other, with deep eyes.

The journey of exploration came back in vain, and the only thing of value was the mummy that was randomly thrown in the corner of the room.

It's just that since this time, Emerson has never searched for the mysterious warden again, just as if the other party didn't exist at all, and directly began to recruit the remaining supervisors and jailers.

By the time Amanda found Deadshot, he had already taken the entire Arkham into his own hands.

The formation of the Suicide Squad has come to an end, and Batman rarely shows up during this period, and most of the time he spends law enforcement across the metropolis.

The basket he poked out naturally needs him to clean up.

The death of Superman is not only the loss of the patron saint of the metropolis, but even some conspirators in other places have begun to move around.

After all, in this era, the number of super villains is far higher than that of heroes. The most powerful superman has fallen, and the workload of other heroes has been greatly increased.

Emerson sat in the middle of the monitoring room, watching Amanda and the others calmly appear on the screen in front of him.

The fact is, just as he thought, Arkham, Batman's back garden, has been quietly infiltrated by Amanda. She has almost recruited nearly half of the management staff, so it is possible to form it so swaggeringly. Own extraordinary team.

But now these people are her subordinates on the surface, but secretly they have taken orders from Emerson.

So their every move is under the control of Emerson, but the other party is completely unaware of it.

After all, compared to Amanda's method, Emerson's method is more crude and direct, and will not attract too much attention.

There may be people in this world who are not afraid of death, but there are very few people who can withstand the torture of nanoworms.

At least, so far, Emerson hasn't seen one.

But he guessed that Master Wayne might be one of them.

After all, in addition to the superpower of being rich, Batman's willpower is also one of the best in the world.

Faced with Amanda's solicitation, Deathshooter readily agreed.

Anyway, he is a mercenary, and it doesn't matter who he works for, let alone this is just an undercover mission.

However, the shock in his heart was great, because what the other party did was exactly the same as what Emerson told him.

The method of forcing him to submit also chose to start with his daughter.

And just as the suicide squad was progressing step by step, in a nightclub in Gotham, a man with a strange face received a gift addressed to him.

The clown looked curiously at the gift box tied with a bow in front of him, and the corners of his already cracked mouth were brought to the maximum in an instant, and he let out a series of hi-hoo strange laughs.

He didn't think about who sent it to him, nor did he think about how the other party knew his whereabouts.

All he can think about now is whether this gift will bring him a surprise.

"Come and see, this must be a gift from an admirer, this beautiful bow is so charming!"

He waved casually to the outstretched hand, and the clown looked intoxicated, as if he had witnessed that scene with his own eyes.

And not far behind him, a dozen big men were standing there timidly. After hearing his words, they subconsciously stepped back.

This guy is really a psycho, you never know, he will send you to hell with a smile, they just feel terrified to stay in the same space with him.

As for resistance, no one would have such an idea.

This is not something that has happened, but those who resisted all died tragically, leaving only the perverted clown who is still alive and well.

"You are honored to witness this great scene."

While talking, the clown picked up the gift box in front of him, turned to face the crowd behind him, and quickly twitched the bow on it.

"La la la~"

"what--"

A strange tune and a series of deafening screams sounded at the same time.

The sound of the lid falling was completely covered up.

The reason why this group of people avoided was not only because of the clown, but also because of the box.

No one would give the clown a gift, at least in their opinion, so they guessed that it might be a bomb. Now that he just opened it, they naturally reacted subconsciously.

It's a pity that it wasn't. Inside the box was a video tape and a note, not the bomb they imagined.

However, none of these people noticed that just as they were focusing on the box, a grenade rolled down to their feet.

The clown bowed politely and turned to leave while humming a ditty. When he walked to the door, there was a rumbling explosion behind him, and a piece of arm flew directly in front of him.

"Oh, the farewell ceremony was so warm!"

He knelt down and shook hands with that arm, and then left the nightclub calmly.

"Hahaha--"

Uncontrollable laughter came, and the clown's eyes were fixed on the picture on the screen.