Transformers In Marvel Chapter 77: Scarecrow Klein

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"When you give up, that's when the game ends."

– Mitsuyoshi Anzai (Slam Dunk)

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　　 Gotham City has simple folk customs, and Arkham has many talents.

　　 This long-lived folk rhyme alone has all the way to the sinful city of Gotham. The citizens of Gotham are so simple, so simple that theft and robbery have become commonplace. Countless criminals are straightforward, and they are absolutely unambiguous when they say that they rob you. The well-known local Arkham Psychiatric Hospital is a sacred place for talented people.

　　 Arkham is not so much a hospital but a super prison, all kinds of high-tech methods are attached to this prison. A large number of vicious criminals are imprisoned here every year.

　　 It is no exaggeration to say that any criminal who can control Arkham must be the king of Gotham.

　　To this day, Arkham has a special visitor: the shareholder of Stark Group, a prestigious mutant, the mechanic Downey.

　　 To be honest, when Downey came to visit, the warden of Arkham was still very surprised. What did this guy come to Arkham for? This kind of prison makes countless people who are spoiled and spoiled, let alone go in, just smelling the smell of sin can make them vomit.

　　 No one knows the purpose of Downey's coming here, and no one knows what the mechanic, who doesn't understand business at all, wants to do in Stark's team. Many speculations are circulating secretly, but few are reliable, and Downey has not revealed them to the outside world at all.

　　 But the warden was all smiles, nodded, and bowed to open the door for Downey and others, with an extremely respectful attitude. No wonder his attitude, no matter who came, he had to greet him with a smile on the face of Downey who was opening a road with money. Who will have trouble with money these years?

　　 Not to mention, the Arkham area is a famously poor place in Gotham. Except for the slums in the old city, the Arkham area considers itself the second poorest, and absolutely no one dares to come out to fight for the first place. Dealing with this group of criminal madmen all day, the pressure of various public officials is really great, and what is terrible is that there is not much oil and water to fish, which is really hateful. It's rare to have a big money like Downey, as long as you are not stupid, you can hug it tightly, and you can at least get generous extra money.

　　 "Hey, you deserve to be a legendary mechanic. You don't take the usual path. Come to Arkham for sightseeing..."

　　 The police officer who followed was whispering. Little people like them actually don't know much about Downey. A lot of things are heard from the ears. They only know that this guy seems to be dangerous and should be strong... But they didn't really care, strong? Can you beat Batman better? Batman defeated the terrorist who almost destroyed the entire Gotham! The mechanic is just a mutant, can he be so strong?

　　 There are prisons everywhere in Arkham, with complex terrain and tight monitoring. Layers of guards are patrolling with batons. The facilities in some places were outdated, and the lights on the top flashed and flashed, adding a bit of gloom.

　　 Mouse Anderson looked left and right, sweating on his forehead, trembling as he walked. Arkham usually accumulates too much prestige, this is a complete danger zone.

　　 Seeing someone come in, a prisoner arrogantly provokes Downey and laughs wildly. Countless prisoners roared and howled.

　　 "The newcomer is here again, everyone should greet him and give him a welcome ceremony!"

　　 "Come on, little chick, there are big bananas here!"

　　 The prisoners clamored.

　　 "Mr. Downey, let's talk about it. You will come back and leave when you see the person you want to see. Let's not do it casually..." The warden was still muttering, and he was helpless in the next second.

　　 When passing by a prison, an arm suddenly stretched out of the cage and raised his **** to Downey, accompanied by crazy laughter.

　　 Then the **** was broken off.

　　 Downey pulled the screaming prisoner through the cage, put a **** severed finger into his mouth, pinched his cheek, and forced him to swallow. The prisoner's eyes were bloodshot, almost sticking out. Even at a distance, Downey easily threw the prisoner against the wall. The strength of a thousand catties was no joke.

　　 A huge pool of blood appeared on the wall and spread slowly.

　　 The entire prison was silent for a moment as if countless unruly generations were choked at the same time, chucking but speechless. The murderous criminals were dumbfounded, and the curse that had filled the sky just now was smashed into the stomach with a fist, just like the severed finger just now. Where did this ruthless man come from, killing people in front of the warden without blinking his eyes? And that power...

　　 "Mr. Downey... It will be very troublesome to kill someone!" The warden's eyes flickered.

　　 "Let's make a price, just one life, Arkham, this horrible place, are there few lives caused?" Downey was expressionless, his knife-like eyes passed through prison after prison, and the criminals inside suddenly fell silent.

　　 The warden smiled bitterly, but the uncle said lightly. Human lives are really worthless in Arkham, but that was a year ago. Since the birth of Batman, Arkham has almost become his backyard, throwing in a group of criminals every few times~www.mtlnovel.com~ and even chatting with a group of felons about life. If one is found out this day, he, the warden, will be the first to be questioned.

"I'm looking for Klein, Klein the Scarecrow! It's not this bunch of so-called trash. Look at this bunch of things, robbers? Rape? Have a fart! An old man with a kitchen knife is more useful than them!" Downey suddenly raised his voice, with a violent expression, "I gave you a lot of money to open the back door for me. Do you really think my money is easy to get?"

　　 Downey's tone became heavier and heavier, he was going to meet Klein before Batman arrived, and then figure out a way to get him out.

　　 The warden wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the bitterness at the corners of his mouth became thicker by three points. He didn't understand Klein's usefulness but felt that the money in his pocket was a bit hot. Under the banner of the Stark Group, this mutant still acts so unscrupulously, regardless of influence. That Klein knew that he was just thrown in by Batman not long ago. He was a weird guy, but he was worthy of Downey's attention.

　　 The warden thought he would be beaten to death by Batman.

The group speeded up their pace, and under the leadership of the warden, they entered the lowest level of Arkham Prison. The prisoners here are not criminals with great crimes, but guys with high intelligence. If such people are easily released, it will be harmful. Far from being comparable to other criminals.

　　 At the lowermost level, the warden finally stopped and pointed to the delicate young man in the prison in a daze: "He is Klein, a strange guy, just not long after he was thrown in by Batman."

　　 Downey stood at the door, through the thick iron door, looking at the legendary scarecrow through the glass window. His most important purpose in coming to this city is to find the Bacchus factor, and Klein is the most critical clue he can come into contact with.

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sorry for the short chapter