Transformers In Marvel

"There are many people who tried to kill Batman... Countless people hated him to the bone, but none of them succeeded. All the people who tried to kill him were sent to prison with broken bones, or were thrown into Arkham mental hospital. ...You said you were going to kill him?"

Maroney laughed out loud, feeling murderous for the clown in his heart. This kind of suggestion is simply nonsense. He poured himself a beer and carefully added a chunk of ice.

"Hee hee hee, how to kill him is my business, anyway you guys can't do anything about him... I have a way, I will use my own way!" The clown licked his lips nervously.

"Then how much do you want?"

"Hmm...half..."

Everyone laughed, and some even drew their guns: "You madman!"

"No, I'm not crazy, no, I'm not crazy... If we don't settle this matter as soon as possible, all the little rascals here won't be able to hand over a penny to his grandma."

The Mexican slapped the table hard, with a hideous face, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I've had enough! This ridiculous thing! Let me..."

The clown suddenly opened his suit jacket, revealing a row of grenades hanging on it, and a pull ring was on his hand. The clown said frantically: "It's better for you not to... ummmm, don't be blown up by me."

The whole conference room was agitated, everyone's face changed, and some grumpy cursed, this damn madman, don't drag others if you want to die!

The Mexican was surprisingly angry: "You think you're great? I'll make an open bid right now to get your body, $500,000, and capture you alive, $1 million!"

"Emmmm, it's up to you..." The clown took out a playing card with a string of numbers on it, "This is my business card, if you guys figure it out, just... call me? Just call me ……Uh-huh……"

After the door clicked softly, there were only a group of underworld bosses looking at each other. The Mexican was so angry that he kept roaring and smashing the table frantically.

...

Downey knew all about the series of dramas that had been staged during these days. Several clowns attacked the bank, Harvey was tricked by Maroney in court, and the police attacked everywhere, but found nothing...

These have nothing to do with him, this is Master Wayne's business, not his business. He chose to come to Gotham only to achieve two purposes.

One is the mobile phone, he wants to find out who is behind the scenes, and then kill him. The most important thing is the second one. He wants to find clues in Gotham to find the legendary magical substance-the Dionysian factor. This is a kind of miraculous thing. People who are soaked in this kind of thing have almost unlimited lifespan and amazing regeneration ability.

The most important thing is that the metal made with Dionysus factor has the ability to regenerate itself! Just like the Edman alloy in Wolverine's body, it incorporates Wolverine's self-healing factor, even if it is cut off, it can regenerate itself.

The Dionysus factor is what Downey covets most. He wants to get this kind of magical thing, which can be used to build the steel body of the Transformers Legion. What Batman, what Joker, tied together is not as important as the Dionysian factor.

Three days had passed, and Downey returned to the alley again, silently waiting for the local mouse Anderson. At this time, Downey was wearing a coat, and the wide hood tightly protected his head and face.

He is a little irritable, he has so few helpers that he has to start from scratch to win over the local gangsters. Anderson is just the beginning, and he will attract more people to help him achieve his goal as soon as possible.

After waiting for another half an hour, Anderson, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, limped over and looked around warily to beware of someone following him.

"What's going on?" Donnie asked, frowning.

"Recently some strange guys have come to this street. I have never seen them before. They seem to be people from other forces." Anderson would cover his cheeks while speaking,

Vague.

Downey frowned even tighter. How could it be such a coincidence that he approached Anderson three days ago, and the street was occupied by strange forces immediately after, and Anderson was also beaten up?

Downey cursed in his heart. Ever since he came to Gotham, he always felt depressed. This city is Batman's city, and Batman monitors everyone in this city, and Downey always feels that there are eyes staring at him here.

"How about what I arranged for you to do?"

"It's almost there. Although the information is not complete, it is basically involved." Anderson said, "The most famous gang in Gotham, the Falcon family, has always been active in Gotham City and rarely reaches out. I haven't heard of them taking the initiative to offend people outside."

Anderson wiped the sweat from his forehead. If Falken's people knew that he was secretly telling outsiders about their news, he would suffer a lot even if he didn't die. During this time, Anderson secretly bribed the mice in other streets, and inquired about the news bit by bit.

"anything else?"

"The Klein you asked me to focus on, he was thrown into the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital by Batman some time ago, and the security is heavily guarded. That's all I can find out."

Downey was thoughtful. In fact, he could ask Fox for the news, but this would be a bit of a stretch. Fox is Batman's man, and Klein the Scarecrow was even sent to Arkham by Batman. .

There was a rush of footsteps and yelling, and a group of people crowded into the narrow alley. Everyone held guns and looked at the two with a sneer.

"Hey hey... Anderson, this is the person you're connecting with? If you dare to check the news of the Falcon family, I think you're tired of your life." The leader said with a sneer.

"Aaron! Why are you here? No, how did you find out?" Anderson's face was pale and his hands were trembling.

Aaron smiled grimly: "Do you think that every mouse wants money and life just like you? In Gotham City, how many people dare to offend the Falcon family? With your little money, how could it be as good as their little ones?" Life is important. The old rules, cut off the legs of these two people, and then send them to the Falcon family... Hey, that hood, you are not timid, which gang is it, or is it the dog's leg of the cop? "

"Maybe it's another new gang that wants to replace Falcon...just like the ones that were slaughtered before!" One of the subordinates said with a big laugh.

"I'm not doing it for money!" Anderson completely let go, his voice was stern, "I am willing to help anyone who can cause trouble for the Falcone family! In Falcone's time, at least he didn't bother to deliberately exploit ordinary people, but What about Falcon?! The Falcon family is the biggest maggot, they will only attack the poor! Otherwise, my family would not..."

All the gangsters burst into laughter. Since Falcone was made crazy by the scarecrow Klein, many gangsters wanted to challenge Falcone, but they were all wiped out. The group thought that Downey was also an idiot who wanted to replace Falcon. As for Anderson's deep feud? Is it important? There are many people killed by Falcon, not many like Anderson.

Downey finally raised his head, baring his teeth, with a murderous look on his face: "Replace? I didn't have such an idea at first... I just came to this city to find someone... But you gave me a new way of thinking, I'm Stark Shareholders are obliged to expand business for the company..."

A small Transformer was released by him, blatantly charged into the crowd, setting off a bloodbath.