"This guy must be crazy." Helen's expression wrinkled as she said: "He injected himself with an ultra-high concentration of Doomsday virus, the kind of concentration that Doomsday virus doesn't even have in his own body. It's really incredible.
Know how he refined it."
"What's even more outrageous is that the possibility of Doomsday spores causing human death is very high, so I usually lower the concentration again and again, hoping that one spore can only carry one case of the virus. Even so, it is easy to make people crazy."
"But he... he injected a high concentration of Doomsday virus into his blood. Not only is he still alive, but he also seems to have gained part of Doomsday's power. Oh my God..."
When Helen was sighing, Batman Doomsday had already pinned Superman to the ground, but Strange saw something was wrong. He said, "Why does it seem like the man in the red and blue uniform opposite is a little weak?"
"That's Superman." Helen also frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, Superman's weakness is... God, could he have kryptonite mixed into the virus?"
"As expected of Batman." Helen was speechless. She sighed and said, "If such a shot of virus enters my body, I will have gastroenteritis."
"Stop just watching, stop them two quickly. If the fight continues like this, the entire city will be destroyed."
At this time, Superman had been choked by Batman of Doom. His hand went limp the moment it came into contact with Batman of Doom's arm, and he could hardly put up any decent resistance.
As his fingers tightened, Superman's pupils began to dilate, but another look returned to his eyes. He used his last strength to look into Batman's eyes and said: "He's coming... kill him... kill him."
Got him..."
boom!!!!!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the two of them, and a huge shadow completely blocked the sunlight. When Batman turned around, he only saw a huge eye ten times taller than him staring at him through the gap in the building.
A monster that was lying down like a huge mountain slowly stood up, and a deep voice resounded across the planet, "Batman..."
Because he turned around, Doomsday Batman's hand loosened slightly. Superman stared at the monster in shock and shouted: "Doomsday??!! Impossible, aren't you already dead?!!"
"You just died." The giant beast looked very dissatisfied and said, "Don't say such unlucky words and just lie down."
The huge Doomsday monster just stood up, and a black shadow flickered to his chin, and an uppercut knocked him staggering.
"Oh!" Helen let out a cry of pain, rubbed her chin with her paws, and complained: "This form is too light, Stephen, please get out of the way."
But in fact, Strange was not left with any time at all. Almost instantly, the sun's rays shining on the earth disappeared.
People saw a huge shadow completely covering the sun, just like a total solar eclipse that suddenly occurred. At this moment, the earth was completely plunged into darkness.
When Doomsday Batman looked up again, a huge star fell down and stopped directly above the earth. It was not until he carefully identified the pattern on it that Doomsday Batman discovered that it was the pupil he had just seen.
Just like Jupiter descending on the earth, this huge monster-like vertical pupil coldly scans all living things on the earth.
The moment he opened his mouth and took a breath, the entire city, including Day of Destruction, Batman, Superman, and everyone else were swallowed into his stomach.
Strange used teleportation to avoid it far away. When Doomsday closed his mouth, he floated on the sea and shouted: "Why did you swallow them all?!"
"I can't help it," came Doomsday's voice, "otherwise I wouldn't be able to beat Batman! That's Batman!"
"There is obviously a misunderstanding!" Strange said: "The relationship between the man in black and the man in red and blue uniforms is not simple. You just killed them both..."
"Who said I killed them all?" Helen changed back, holding her stomach and saying with a painful expression: "I trapped them with the Doomsday spores, and I am trying to use the Doomsday virus in my body to kill the bats.
The Doomsday virus in Xia's body gradually diluted out, but he was very uncooperative."
"What are you going to do?" Strange asked.
Helen clutched her stomach and screamed in pain. She said, "Sure enough, you can't eat Batman on an empty stomach. Find me two stars to cushion my stomach first."
Gotham City, 6:00PM.
A special ambulance passed by quickly, splashing water that wet the trousers of the pedestrians, but they had no time to curse, because in that short moment, they saw a frightening and crazy picture in the window of the prison car.
Smiley face.
The Joker was sitting in the ambulance compartment, and the people sitting next to him were not doctors and nurses, but heavily armed police officers. They were escorting the crazy criminal to the renovated Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.
A news report came from the radio next to the driver's seat in the front car, describing the huge investment made by Wayne Group to care for the mental health of Gotham citizens.
"It is reported that the newly built Arkham Mental Hospital has a modern and professional management team, aiming to provide the most comfortable and secure medical environment for all patients. If you have any needs for mental illness treatment, please call..."
With a click, the driver changed the channel, and an impassioned female voice came from the radio.
"What is very surprising is that Mr. Wayne made it clear that this is a high-end medical research institution. Although it has cost a lot of money to renovate the entire lunatic asylum, he still guarantees that every year he will invest more than 100,000 yuan into this professional psychiatric hospital.
Funding shall not be less than US$50 million.”
"Obviously what is worth looking forward to is that this will be built into a benchmark psychiatric hospital on the East Coast, perhaps competing with the Apt Mental Health Center in the metropolitan area."
The clown in the car behind started to hum and mutter: "What an innocent boy! Give them injections, take medicine, and let them sleep well. This is his way of treating us. I hope he can treat us in this way."
To heal this society.”
Everyone next to him had expressionless faces. Apparently they had gotten used to this lunatic's crazy words, but the clown remained unobtrusive.
"What medicine will he give me?" The clown tilted his head. When no one answered him, he lowered his head sullenly, shrugged his shoulders, and the wrinkles on his forehead and mouth became clearer.
The car slowly stopped, and the police officers escorted the clown and took him through the gate. When handing him over to the nurse, they specifically emphasized that this was an extremely dangerous patient and he must be isolated from other patients.
The Joker knows they won't succeed, because the purpose of his imprisonment is to complete his plan here.
The nurse sent the clown into the dressing room. What surprised the clown was that the nurse's attitude was a bit too good. She served with a smile throughout the process, with gentle movements and a gentle tone. She also thoughtfully introduced the things to pay attention to in the hospital to the clown on the way.
As soon as he entered the dressing room, the clown found that it didn't look like a temporary changing room. It couldn't be said to be cramped and narrow, it could only be said to be magnificent. If I had to describe it, it looked like the lobby of a bathing center.
After turning a corner and even walking through another corridor, the clown found a place to change clothes. It turned out that it was not a locker with a set of hospital gowns, but an entire fitting room.
"What the hell is this?" the clown said instinctively.
"This is a brand-new emotional therapy." The nurse answered outside the door: "We aim to make patients feel the most comfortable care. Hospital gowns will bring strong negative psychological implications, so we have prepared various kinds of care for our respected patients.
A variety of clothes are available to ensure that they match your daily dressing style and give you a more positive psychological suggestion."
The clown reached out and flipped through his clothes, and then saw a bunch of labels hanging from the top row of clothes. He thought they were instructions to introduce the clothes, but it turned out to be brand labels.
The clown didn't recognize the brand, but he knew numbers. After seeing the series of zeros, he was stunned.
“This fucking shirt costs a fucking $50,000??!!!”
"Yes, sir, before the renovation of this hospital was completed, Mr. Wayne invited the world's most famous fashion designers and selected more than 600 sets of clothing design plans based on the Wayne Group's long-standing aesthetics. At the same time,
Clothes are made from high-quality materials such as silk and wool to ensure the unity of aesthetics and comfort.”
"Can you put me in a normal hospital gown?"
"Of course, please go forward and turn left. There are hospital gowns and sportswear there."
The clown turned back and walked over and found a cabinet there. After opening the drawer, there was indeed a set of hospital gowns. As soon as he picked it up, he found that there were also a bunch of price tags on the bottom of the hospital gown.
The moment he saw the price, he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.
He glanced at the number, then stretched out his hand to shake out the hospital gown, and confirmed it over and over again. It was an ordinary blue-striped hospital gown made of ordinary cotton.
But this ordinary hospital gown costs 3,000 knives.
"Aren't there free clothes?"
"Sir, we are a private hospital here. Even if we undertake the government's detention and admission needs, the charging standards will remain the same. We have invested 300 million US dollars in this renovation. You must understand that we also need to recover the cost..."
"But I don't have any fucking money!"
"It's okay, sir. According to the U.S. medical insurance system, if you are temporarily unable to pay for medical expenses, then we can help you apply for a free medical insurance card first and record all your hospital bills on this card.
"
"However, once your income exceeds 140% of the federal standard poverty line, all the income in your name will be used to pay for medical bills. After your death, all your properties will be inventoried and all white cards will be replenished.
It can only be inherited after the deduction is made.”
"Very good." The clown took a deep breath, picked up the hospital gown and walked to the door. "He wants my money, right? Then he will take it. There is nothing in this world that I can't give up."
"
"No, sir, this is a hospital, and all the medical staff here want you to get the best treatment..."
"So ma'am, tell me, how much would you get from selling a $50,000 shirt?"
"We are not on a commission basis, Mr. Clown. We have our own salary standards, but due to the confidentiality agreement, we cannot tell anyone. Please change your clothes. We are going to the ward."
The clown finally changed into the hospital gown, and when he walked out, the nurse had already applied for the white card for him.
"They always have such privileges, don't they?" the clown said: "They can control everything you have. Things that you think are extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive, they can easily get them."
As the nurse walked forward, she turned back to him with a smile and said: "Sorry, sir, if you are referring to the speed of processing your white card, this is a new cooperation between the federal government and local medical institutions. Under certain conditions,
If the conditions are met, designated medical institutions are allowed to issue cards directly without submitting an application."
"If you are referring to my situation...I am very sorry, my income and living situation do not meet the needs to apply for a white card, the ward has arrived."