I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

"Report, sir," the bearded man carefully raised his hand, "It's not that we don't want to use long-range attacks, but we don't have the right to launch missiles."

"Does missiles have to be used for long-range bombing?" Sheron glanced at him and said angrily, "Where's the plane?"

"We don't have bombers either."

"Return the bomber? Dropping the bomb on the helicopter is much more convenient and quicker than drilling into the sewer?"

"Uh...we don't have permission."

"It's okay, you didn't have permission before, but now that you have joined SSS, you have permission."

At this moment, a red exclamation mark popped up on the screen in front of another female subordinate wearing glasses, and then the red landline beside her rang. The female subordinate was startled, she quickly reached out to pick up the microphone, her face changed drastically after listening for a while, she turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "Director Waller, Minister Sheron, something happened at Arkham."

Five minutes ago, the underground secret cell of Arkham Asylum.

Harley Quinn stood at the door of Bruce's glass cell, writing and drawing quickly in her small notebook with a pen. Through this period of communication, Harley became more and more interested in Bruce. She could feel that this man named "Tom" hadn't told himself the truth, and he must be full of big secrets.

But Harley's visiting time is coming to an end soon, she looked at Bruce with some unfulfilled interest, blew a kiss, and said with a coquettish smile, "Then let's talk next time, Mr. Tom."

As she said that, she was about to turn around and leave when the lights around her suddenly dimmed, and then turned red and flickered. At the same time, thick gray mist spewed out from the ventilation holes, covering all areas of the madhouse in the blink of an eye.

"Enemy attack, alarm, enemy attack..."

The guards of the lunatic asylum picked up the walkie-talkie and just shouted a few words before being engulfed by the smoke, and soon there was no sound.

Bruce held his breath immediately, and quickly tore off the sheet, blocking the vents of the cell to prevent the intrusion of the smoke. After special training, he can hold his breath underwater for up to 30 minutes, but Bruce knows that the poisonous gas will also seep into the body through the pores of the human skin, so he can only pick up the blanket and wrap it around himself.

Although the effect is very weak, it is better than nothing.

At this time, the outside of the glass cell was engulfed by the gray mist, and no other objects could be seen, nor could any sound be heard. Bruce knew in his heart that the psychiatrist named Harley Quinn should not have escaped, but he didn't have any equipment now, so he couldn't go out to save people.

Just as Bruce looked around,

While looking for a way to escape, suddenly there was a sound of air pressure leaking, and the closed cell door slowly slid open to the side. Although Bruce rushed over immediately, trying to close the door again, the turbulent mist had already gushed in.

Bruce only felt his eyes go dark, and for some reason, a piercing woman's scream sounded beside his ears, and then he fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took, Bruce opened his eyes in a daze, and a big face appeared in front of his eyes, which made him tremble all over.

"Aha, my friend, you finally woke up." The other party laughed and reached out to pull Bruce up from the ground. "You almost missed the rave party, but the time was just right."

Bruce blinked his eyes before realizing that the other party was a guy with a long, thin face who lived in the cell next to him. His name seemed to be...

"Jack!"

A pair of beautiful legs in black stockings appeared in front of Bruce. Bruce looked up those beautiful legs, but saw the blood-stained white shirt and the heavily made-up face.

"Harley Quinn?" Bruce was slightly surprised, "How did you become like this?"

"Baby Tom is awake too, it's great, so I don't have to work hard to wake him up with this big stick." Harry waved the pitted baseball bat covered in blood and unidentified pieces of meat, Smiling at Jack and Bruce, "Let's go, the new boss is about to give a speech."

"No problem, baby." Jack was obviously full of fear for Harry, his tall and thin body carefully dodged behind Bruce, and said with a dry smile, "My good friend just woke up and hasn't recovered yet. Wait for a while, and I will take him to the venue."

"Okay, I'm going to call someone else."

Harley swung a baseball bat and turned to leave.

Only then did Bruce have time to look around, and found that the surrounding area was full of prisoners in prison uniforms. All the prisoners in this madhouse should have been released. It's just that the ground is also in disorder, and there are many corpses lying there, with their heads smashed.

"Don't look, Tom," Jack tugged on Bruce's sleeve, and whispered, "Their souls have not been purified, so the body was purified by Harry. You are almost too late to wake up One minute, and I can't protect you anymore."

Bruce felt his head swell, shook his head vigorously, and turned to look at Jack: "Thank you, Jack."

"You're welcome," Jack grinned, "we're friends... aren't we, Tom?"

"Of course." Bruce nodded, lowering his voice, "How did Harley become? Also, what's going on with the so-called new boss?"

"Harry? Oh, that's her real look. I've seen it for a long time. Don't you find that she is more charming now than before?"

Jack watched lewdly at Halle who was smashing someone's head in the distance.

"As for the new boss, I haven't seen it either...Aha, by the way, let's go to the venue quickly, the carnival is about to begin."

With that said, Jack took Bruce and walked towards the door.

The corridors were also covered in blood and corpses, most of them guards. Bruce just glanced at it, and keenly noticed that the guns on the guards disappeared, and it seemed that they had fallen into the hands of the prisoners.

Soon faint cheers and screams came from afar.

Through the hallway, a bright light was projected, making Bruce squint his eyes. After he finally got used to the light, he found that what he saw was a spacious square. A high platform was set up in the center of the square, and searchlights were erected around it, illuminating the square as if it were daytime.

It wasn't until this moment that Bruce realized that it had turned from day to night.

On the high platform stood a man in black wearing a crow hood, holding a long staff that shot blue arcs in his hand. And behind him stood a guy wearing a tattered hood, holding a machete in his hand, dressed like a scarecrow in a cornfield.

Bruce looked around carefully, and found that there were many strong men in prison uniforms standing on the high places around the square, holding guns of different lengths in their hands, and looking down vigilantly. Obviously, these are newly picked guards.

Bruce frowned. In this situation, it was not impossible for him to escape, but it was almost impossible for him to leave with Jack. Although he didn't know why Jack wanted to help him, he could tell that Jack had no malice towards him and really wanted to be friends with him.

"Please be quiet, everyone!"

When Bruce was thinking about countermeasures, the man in black crow on the high platform suddenly shouted.

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