Chapter 2346: Psychic Assault (32)

Chapter 2377 Psychic Assault (Thirty-Two)

"This guy must be crazy." Helen's expression was all wrinkled. She said: "He injected himself with a super-high concentration of Doomsday virus, the kind of concentration that Doomsday himself does not have. I really don't know how he extracted it."

"What's more outrageous is that Doomsday spores are very likely to cause human death, so I usually lower the concentration again and again, wishing that one spore only carries one virus. Even so, it is easy to drive people crazy."

"But he... He injected a high concentration of Doomsday virus into his blood. Not only is he still alive, he also seems to have gained some of Doomsday's power. My God..."

While Helen was sighing, Doomsday Batman had already pressed Superman to the ground When they got on, Strange noticed something was wrong. He said, "Why does the man in the red and blue uniform on the opposite side seem a little weak?"

"That's Superman." Helen also frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, Superman's weakness is... God, didn't he mix kryptonite into the virus??"

"It's worthy of being Batman." Helen had nothing to say. She sighed and said, "I'll have gastroenteritis if such a needle of virus is injected into my body."

"Don't just watch, stop them quickly. If they keep fighting like this, the whole city will be destroyed."

At this time, Superman had been strangled by the Doomsday Batman. His hand went limp the moment it touched the Doomsday Batman's arm, and he could hardly make any decent resistance.

As his fingers tightened, Superman's pupils began to dilate, but another spirit returned to his eyes. He used up his last strength to look into Batman's eyes and said, "He's coming... Kill him... Kill him..."

Boom! ! ! ! !

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the two of them, and a huge shadow completely blocked the sunlight. Batman turned around and saw a huge eye that was ten times taller than him staring at him through the gap in the building.

A monster that was crouching like a huge mountain slowly stood up, and a low voice resounded across the planet, "Batman..."

Doomsday Batman's hand loosened slightly because of turning around. Superman stared at the monster in shock and shouted: "Doomsday??!! Impossible, aren't you dead?!!"

"You are dead." The monster seemed very dissatisfied, and he said: "Don't say such unlucky words, just lie down honestly."

The huge Doomsday monster just stood up, a black shadow flashed to his chin, and an uppercut knocked him off balance.

"Oh!" Helen cried out in pain, rubbed her chin with her claws, and complained: "This form is too light, Stephen, get out of the way."

But in fact, Strange didn't have any time at all. Almost instantly, the sunlight shining on the earth disappeared.

People saw a huge shadow completely covering the sun, just like a total solar eclipse that happened suddenly. 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.

It was like Jupiter descending on the earth. This huge monster-like vertical pupil coldly scanned all the creatures on the earth.

The moment he opened his mouth and inhaled, the whole city, along with Doomsday Batman Superman and everyone, was swallowed into his stomach.

Strange used teleportation to avoid it. When Doomsday shut up, he floated on the sea and shouted, "How did you swallow them all?!"

"I can't help it." Doomsday's voice came, "Otherwise I can't beat Batman! That's Batman!"

"There is obviously a misunderstanding!" Strange said, "The relationship between the one in black and the one in red and blue uniform is not simple, you just killed them all..."

"Who said I killed them all?" Helen changed back, holding her stomach with a painful expression, saying, "I trapped them with Doomsday spores. I am trying to use the Doomsday virus in my body to gradually dilute the Doomsday virus in Batman's body, but he is very uncooperative."

"What are you going to do?" Strange asked.

Helen screamed in pain while holding her stomach. She said, "I can't eat Batman on an empty stomach. Find me two stars to fill my stomach first."

Gotham City

A special ambulance passed by quickly, and the splashing water wet the trousers of pedestrians, but they had no time to curse, because in that short moment just now, they saw a frightening crazy smile in the window of the prison car.

The Joker sat in the car of the ambulance, and the people sitting next to him were not doctors and nurses, but fully armed police officers, who were escorting the crazy criminal to the renovated Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

The radio next to the driver's seat in the front car came with a news report, which was about the huge investment made by Wayne Group to care for the mental health of Gotham citizens.

"It is reported that the newly built Arkham Asylum has a modern and professional management team, aiming to provide the most comfortable and reassuring medical environment for all patients. If you need treatment for mental illness, please call..."

With a click, the driver changed the channel, and an impassioned female voice came from the radio.

"It is very surprising that Mr. Wayne clearly stated that this is a high-end medical research institution. Although a lot of money has been spent on renovating the entire asylum, he still guarantees that no less than 50 million US dollars will be invested in this professional psychiatric hospital every year."

"It is obviously worth looking forward to that this will be built into a benchmark psychiatric hospital on the East Coast, and it may be expected to compete with the Ampt Psychiatric Medical Center in the metropolis."

The clown in the back car began to hum, muttering: "What a naive, what a naive boy, giving injections and taking medicine, and letting them sleep obediently, this is his way of treating us, I hope he can heal this society in this way."

Everyone around was expressionless. Obviously, they were already used to the crazy talk of this madman, but the clown still acted as if no one was around.

"What medicine will he give me?" The clown tilted his head. When no one answered him, he lowered his head gloomily, shrugged his shoulders, and the wrinkles on his forehead and mouth became clearer.

The car slowly stopped. The police escorted the clown and took him through the gate. When handing him over to the nurse, he also emphasized that this was an extremely dangerous patient and he must be isolated from other patients.

The clown knew they would not succeed, because the purpose of his imprisonment was to complete his plan here.

The nurse sent the clown to the locker room, and what surprised the clown was that the nurse's attitude was a little too good. She smiled and served throughout the whole process, with gentle movements and a gentle tone. On the way, she also introduced the precautions in the hospital to the clown.

As soon as he entered the locker room, the clown found that it didn't look like a temporary changing room. It couldn't be said to be cramped and narrow, but it could only be said to be magnificent. If you have to describe it, it looks like the lobby of a bath center.

After turning a corner and even crossing a corridor, the clown finally found the place to change clothes. It turned out that it was not a locker with a set of hospital gowns, but a whole 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 hints, so we have prepared a variety of clothes for respected patients to ensure that they are in line with your usual dressing style and give you a more positive psychological hint."

The clown reached out and flipped through the clothes, and then saw a bunch of labels hanging down from the top row of clothes. He thought it was the description of the clothes, but it turned out to be brand labels.

The clown didn't know the brand, but he knew how to count. After seeing the series of zeros, he was stunned.

"This fucking shirt costs fucking $50,000??!!!"

"Yes, sir, before the hospital was renovated, Mr. Wayne invited the world's most famous fashion designer, and selected more than 600 clothing design plans based on the Wayne Group's long-standing aesthetics. At the same time, the clothing was made of high-quality materials such as silk and wool to ensure the unity of aesthetics and comfort."

"Can you give me a set of ordinary hospital gowns?"

"Of course, please go forward and turn left, there are hospital gowns and sportswear there."

The clown turned around 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 under the hospital gowns.

The moment he saw the price, he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

He glanced at the number, stretched out his hand to shake the hospital gown open, and confirmed repeatedly inside and out that this was an ordinary blue striped ordinary hospital gown made of ordinary cotton cloth.

But this ordinary hospital gown costs $3,000.

"Are there no free clothes?"

"Sir, this is a private hospital. Even if we take over the government's detention and reception needs, the charging standards remain unchanged. This renovation has invested 300 million US dollars. You must understand that we also need to recover the cost..."

"But I don't have any fucking money!"

"It doesn't matter, sir. According to the US 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 and put all your hospital bills on this card."

"However, once your income standard is higher than 140% of the federal poverty line, all your income will be used to pay for medical bills. After your death, all your property will be checked and can only be inherited after all the white card exemptions are made up."

"Very good." The clown took a deep breath, picked up the hospital gown, walked to the door and said, "He wants my money, right? Then he can 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 can you get for selling a shirt worth 50,000 US dollars?"

"We are not on a commission basis, Mr. Joker. We have our own salary standards, but due to confidentiality agreements, we cannot tell anyone. Please change your clothes. We are going to the ward."

The Joker finally changed into the hospital gown, and when he walked out, the nurse had already helped him to apply for a Medicaid card.

"They always have such privileges, don't they?" said the Joker, "They can control everything about you, and they can easily get things that you think are extremely time-consuming and laborious."

As the nurse walked forward, she smiled and turned back to him and said, "I'm sorry, sir, if you mean the speed of your Medicaid card application, this is a new cooperation between the federal government and local medical institutions. If the conditions are met, designated medical institutions are allowed to issue cards directly without submitting applications."

"If you mean my situation... I'm very sorry, my income and living conditions do not meet the requirements for applying for a Medicaid card. We're in the ward."