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Chapter 382 This is not magic, it's telepathy!
Chapter 382 This is not magic, it's telepathy!
In the core area of this prison, several serious offenders are kept under surveillance.
Mr. Freeze's counterpart—Victor Frith, Poison Ivy's counterpart—Pamela Eisley, Deathstroke's counterpart—Slade Wilson —
These villains, infamous in the main universe, are true heroes in this one. Gotham City here truly deserves its reputation for being teeming with talent; the years of rebellion have even led Superman to repeatedly mock Nite Owl's inaction.
When these heroes, imprisoned here, saw the intruders, the flame of hope was fiercely ignited within them.
Harley Quinn and Joker are iconic figures of the Gotham underground resistance, and among the few resistance leaders in the world.
Although they don't have Poison Ivy's superpowers or Mr. Freeze's high technology, the fact that they, as mere mortals, still managed to outmaneuver Night Owl and even repeatedly corner him is enough to inspire people.
The clown pulled a megaphone out of his pocket—a megaphone so big it seemed impossible to fit into his pocket, yet he pulled it out anyway.
"Dr. Frith, and lovely Ms. Aisley! Of course, none of them are as lovely as my Harley—(whispering) and all my comrades who have been captured here!"
The clown's voice echoed in the cell, even drowning out the alarm.
"You've been imprisoned for far too long on these false charges, and the world has groaned long enough under the control of that damned, vile organization!"
Harley, standing nearby, smashed the central control panel as if it were part of the action. She had no idea what the point of doing so was; she just wanted to break something.
But after she smashed the central control panel, the sensor doors to all the cells in the room beeped several times and opened by themselves! Harley covered her mouth in disbelief.
Wow, she didn't expect this.
The clown smiled at Harley, clearly pleased with her behavior, and then added, "Tonight isn't a prison break—"
He looked around at those who were still cowering, afraid to leave their cells, and shouted, "It's liberation! It's the beginning of the counterattack!"
Most of the people present were inspired by the speech, but many of them still had their inhibitions running.
For example, there's the bracelet that allows for periodic chemical injections to limit Poison Ivy's abilities, and the time bomb in Deathstroke's head—
"Hey, clown, have you forgotten what we have on us?" Deathstroke shouted.
In this world, he and his counterpart have similar experiences and abilities. They were both U.S. Army soldiers and their bodies have undergone genetic modification, giving them not only super self-healing abilities but also physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.
However, in this universe, Deathstroke realized he was waging an unjust war while participating in the Vietnam War, so he resolutely disobeyed his superiors' orders to massacre a village, which made him a victim of a secret military experiment.
However, the military did not expect that Deathstroke would actually survive.
Later, Deathstroke escaped from the secret experimental base and became a mercenary, but he always maintained his principles until one day he accepted a commission from several dying men to assassinate a ruthless capitalist named Thomas Wayne.
The clown blinked. "What's that on you—hey, Harley, you know what it is?"
By this time, Harley and Poison Ivy were already inseparable, their relationship seemingly more than just a normal friendship.
Poison Ivy ruffled Harley's hair and said, "After you escaped, Night Owl put restrictions on all of us. If we dare to leave—"
"I'll die," Mr. Freeze interjected, his voice icy, as if threatening someone. "Night Owl took my equipment; it's locked somewhere. If you get it for me, I can leave with you."
"But the others are different; if they dare to leave, they might really die."
The clown licked his lips, looked up to the sky, and shouted, "Hey, Doraemon, get the job done!"
If you dare mention that offensive term again, I'll blow your head to bits.
Rune's voice eerily surfaced in the clown's mind.
"Did you hear that?" The clown looked around at the others, but they all shook their heads. So the man dressed as a clown nodded. "Wow, what amazing magic."
This is telepathy!
Rune's voice came again. Soon, a soft light flashed, and the high-tech suppression devices seemed to have gone through thousands of years in the blink of an eye, instantly rusting, aging, and finally turning to ashes.
External restraints hardly harm anyone, but it's a different story with dangerous individuals like Deathstroke.
The bomb went silent instantly and emerged directly from the back of his head, a series of actions that gave Deathstroke a strange sensation mixed with soreness and pain.
For a moment, Deathstroke really thought he was going to die, but when he opened his eyes, he was still alive.
The restrictions on the other detainees were lifted one by one, and they walked out of the cell. Some even ran around happily, while others had flames of revenge burning in their eyes.
For example, Deathstroke—this man who looks young is actually quite old, and he has a noticeable scar on his right eye.
"Tell me, Thomas Wayne, also known as Night Owl—where is he?"
With a brain development rate of 90%, Deathstroke was able to identify Nite Owl after just one encounter, not to mention that Nite Owl later used bombs to coerce him into assassinating others. Now, Deathstroke only wants to avenge himself.
"Night owl?"
Before the buffoon could answer, Harley, upon hearing the Deathstroke question, burst into laughter, "He's dead, and he died a horrible death!"
The news silenced Deathstroke for a moment, then he went back and put on his old uniform. Unlike others, he already knew something, or rather, he was just guessing.
If he's right, the world is about to change drastically.
After the Joker returned Mr. Freeze's equipment to its rightful owner, the army from Gotham gathered behind the Joker and Harley.
This is a very peculiar army. They should be villains, but ironically, in this universe, they represent one of the few remaining forces of conscience and justice on Earth.
"It's strangely delightful, yet also strangely exhilarating." Rune seemed to be standing beside the clown, witnessing the birth of this army. He wiped away imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes with satisfaction. "Don't you agree?"
No one answered.
"Theoretically speaking, as long as you're fast enough, no one should be able to detect your presence," Rune said softly. "But to me, you're not fast enough!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air opposite Rune.
How did you see us?