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 get out of trouble.
They don't use riddles, release poison gas or hypnotize, and they don't even have basic anti-detection awareness after committing a crime. Simply put, 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. In Martin's father's generation, they inevitably turned to violent crimes.
of crossroads.
Then, he encountered opponents that he would never encounter in normal business, Carmine Falcone and Sal Maroney.
The two gang godfathers were already fighting fiercely for control of Gotham's underground, so how could they tolerate others joining in? After confirming through several contacts that the leader of the new force was just an ignorant young man, both sides decided
They tore this family into pieces very tacitly.
In the end, the entire family tree fell apart, leaving only the unprofitable post of warden of Blackgate Prison, which was given 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 guy failed in his sneak attack on Falcone, 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. As a result, 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 improved 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&D 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 door and corridor 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 carapace on the body, and the ability to walk upright.
Animal-like.
What's strange is that judging from the degree of mutilation of their limbs, they have already been completely dead, but when an arc flashes from the external circuit of the petri dish, the internal remains will still suddenly tremble.
On the opposite 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 posture, making him look like a wrestler with a strange style.
However, ordinary wrestlers don't have some kind of dark liquid injected 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 Bane 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, it's just a matter of finding an opportunity for you to make a perfect appearance in front of the madmen in Gotham. It would be even better if you can beat Batman - any one of them." Martin said while starting to debug other data.
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"[Ouch!
]" Bain seemed to be expressing determination.
"My intuition tells me that this opportunity should come soon——"
"[Dear viewers——]"
A high-pitched voice suddenly came from the public broadcast of Black Gate Prison:
"[Welcome to my carefully selected stage - Black Gate Prison~]"
"..." Martin paused and looked up.
"[Do you know? There are countless extremely vicious prisoners in this prison. They have obviously committed serious crimes, but they only need to be locked up for ten or twenty years before they can be released. Oh, my God, the victims have no idea how sad it will be.
Well, so, in order to do justice for heaven, I will sink this sinful place to the bottom of the sea today, right now~Hehehehe——!】"
"Go kill that idiot." Martin opened Bane's restraint device without expression.
