The Death Knell

Batman didn't want to listen to Eggman's introduction at all, or anything like the estimated combat power parameters. Even with his brainpower, he couldn't figure out how Eggman calculated that his creation could hold up to half of Superman. Vertex x 23 u s

Now is not the time to think about that, because cracks have begun to appear in the eggshell, a hole has opened in the glowing dome, and the sound of clicking is endless.

The trenchcoat fighter immediately ran to Batman's side. He watched the changes in the dome and asked in a serious tone: "What should we do?"

Batman found that he smelled of perfume and was thin and short. Could he be a woman?

But he didn't mind having temporary help, and gender wasn't an issue, he replied in a low tone.

"We fight."

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, and a sharp claw covered with a yellow carapace suddenly penetrated from the eggshell, and the sharp nails looked particularly sharp in the electric light.

The windbreaker fighter sniffed and made a tut-tsk sound:

"This scene reminds me of Jurassic Park. Is this the treatment of a first-line superhero? The privilege of fighting ancient creatures?"

"It's not a dinosaur. Eggman can't get active dinosaur genes."

Batman held down his belt. He had to see that the opponent was a hybrid between a human and something, so that he could initially judge what the opponent's weaknesses were.

The fact is similar to what Batman said. If you want to achieve the genetic level of a hybrid dinosaur, you can't even have a pig face. Dr. Ivo, who created the Amozo, probably has that ability.

Batman predicts that Dr. Ivo is now working for Luthor. After the accident of Little Ya Mo Zhuo affected his research institute, Ivo had to rely on others. His source of funds has always been Luthor Enterprises.

Dr. Eggman was still dancing beside him, tap dancing by himself, and laughing very happily. However, because he had no force at all and couldn't even use a gun, both Batman and the trenchcoat fighter ignored him.

But he was unwilling to be left alone. Perhaps he noticed that the two heroes were ignoring him, and he immediately emphasized: "Dinosaurs? What are dinosaurs?! My creation is a hundred times more powerful than Tyrannosaurus Rex! More powerful than Godzilla! You guys Run for your lives, I don’t want to kill you!”

Batman remained motionless, maintaining a vigilant posture. What could it be, a so-called biochemical monster a hundred times more powerful than Tyrannosaurus Rex, or a biochemical monster that could defeat half of Superman?

He and the windbreaker saw it almost immediately, a yellow horny mouth emerging from the eggshell.

The joint between the pointed beak is sticky and hairless skin, and the pores on it are as dense as small herpes.

Next, as more and more of the monster's head was exposed, they saw the tumors on the top of the monster's head, which looked like cockscombs...

"Wait? The scariest creature you said...is a chicken?"

The trenchcoat fighter couldn't help but turned around and asked Eggman, what is this? The so-called half-Superman, the so-called New Godzilla, is the genetic fusion of humans and chickens...?

Dr. Eggman nodded matter-of-factly and stopped smiling: "Isn't the chicken the most terrifying creature? Its origin is completely unknown, and it is the most terrifying monster in our world."

Windbreaker: "......"

"Don't believe it? You actually don't believe it?" Dr. Eggman walked around sadly and slapped the back of his other hand with his palm: "If you don't believe me, ask Batman, which came first, the chicken or the egg?!"

Batman: "......"

How do people answer this kind of question? I have to admit that Dr. Eggman's talking skills are extremely powerful, and he actually defeated Batman.

The key is that I still think what he said makes sense, because birds do have unknown origins... After what happened with Papetua, Batman is really sensitive to these things with unclear origins.

When the two of them were speechless, the monster flew out of the dome with a whoosh. What kind of monster was this!

Except that the head and neck look a bit like a chicken, the body underneath is more like a patchwork of unrelated human limbs.

It has a big belly, and the belly is directly connected to the soles of the feet, while the legs are connected to the soles of the feet in reverse, with the thighs first, then the calves, and the ends of the calves are connected to a butt-like meat pad, with a bunch of eyeballs passing under the meat pads. The horny ball is rolled to move.

There are seven such weird arthropods in total. The support of this ghost thing is even asymmetrical. It is running around on the roof and looks a little lame.

The sharp claws we saw before are actually at the end of the monster, which should be the tail.

The windbreaker took a breath: "This is the weirdest thing I have ever seen. A kindergarten kid would never draw such a ghost thing if he had nightmares..."

"alert."

Batman looked at the monster seriously. The size and smell of this thing were disgusting enough, not to mention that it had dense goosebumps.

Dr. Eggman hid behind his own instrument. He planned to control the monster to attack Batman and the two: "My creation... I... command... vomit! vomit vomit .......Wow......No way, that's disgusting, Batman, you win...vomit..."

He vomited as he spoke, and finally he looked at Batman with a miserable look on his face, and fell down with yellow water at the corner of his mouth. The strong nausea and vomiting, coupled with the mental shock, made Dr. Eggman unconscious. He seemed to be unwilling to lose.

Batman and the trenchcoat warrior looked at each other, and both sighed in unison.

Even though Dr. Eggman defeated himself and fell into a severe coma, the monster he created was still moving freely and screaming like a slaughtered pig.

In the dark night, the shrill screams spread far away, and even seemed to cover up the rumbling thunder.

It's going to rain, and Batman has to hurry.

The trenchcoat fighter took out a switchblade from his pocket, flicked out the blade, and asked Batman in a low voice: "This shouldn't be considered a human... can it kill?"

Batman glanced at the switchblade and used the switchblade as a weapon, indicating that the trench coat fighter may have experience in street fighting. Only people who grew up at the bottom of the street and whose upbringing experience was related to small gangs would choose this weapon. kind of weapon.

But the size of the monster is not small. It is like a huge sarcoma covering a human limb and connected to a chicken head. It is not optimistic about how useful this small dagger can be.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Batman asked, focusing his gaze on the monster's lower limbs, probably lower limbs, which seemed to be wearing bony roller skates.

"No, it's just that I need to protect myself. It's not particularly peaceful near my residence..." the windbreaker replied, spreading his hands to express his helplessness.

Batman nodded. After all, not everyone has that much money, and from a certain point of view, if you can make up your mind to become a superhero, there will often be many hardships in life.

How to strike a balance between chivalry and making a living is a problem for many people. If the balance is not good, or if you are blinded by justice, you will probably have to live in a cheap neighborhood with poor security.

While thinking, Batman took out a small glass ball with a bat on it from his belt and threw it at the monster.

The glass ball cracked instantly when it touched the ground, and the black liquid inside spread out as if it had reacted with the original damp rooftop.

The monster that stepped on the liquid suddenly lost its footing, its soles slipped, and with a bang, its legs spread apart and it fell to the ground.

Those black liquids are lubricants. I don’t know why he carries them with him, but the items in his belt can always restrain the enemy.