American comics: Random transformations

"Then treat him as a puppet, infiltrate him into that group of idiots. If they still want war, kill them. I'm fed up with being led by these idiots! The daily war news is giving me a headache!"

The virtual Crimson Lotus Knightmon looked at Tian Xiaoban, indicating that he should make the decision.

Tian Xiaoban nodded: "Okay, we can listen to Old Thomas on this point. No matter what, this world has been ravaged by war for too long. Whoever dares to prevent world peace, kill them!"

Steel Bone agreed with the 'no war' part, but weren't their methods a little too despicable!

"Why can't we use gentler means! The military doesn't like war either! We can negotiate!"

"Idiot!"

Tian Xiaoban looked at Steel Bone with disdain: "Network data is now in our hands. In terms of combat power, you can go online and see the current battle situation. We control both online and offline, so why should we listen to a bunch of idiots' opinions!

Not killing them right now, but instead sending you to be a spy, is our last act of mercy! It's also their last chance. The war is already over. If they start another war, then they are the ones who deserve to die the most!"

"You're right!" Thomas Wayne expressed his agreement with Tian Xiaoban: "Using violence to control violence, using killing to stop killing! The concept is cruel, but practical."

"But..." Steel Bone still wanted to say something.

Tian Xiaoban ordered:

"Seal his mouth, control him, just let him be an observer! Go and execute the mission."

"Yes, Boss!"

Steel Bone gave a knight's salute, the thrusters on his back opened, and he flew directly out of the Batcave.

When he flew into the high sky and couldn't be seen, Tian Xiaoban suddenly remembered: "Oh no, I should have had him find the Joker's location before he left!"

Thomas didn't speak. He walked to the Batcomputer, searched through several screens, and said to Tian Xiaoban, "No need to ask Iron Clod for help. I've already found her."

The monitoring screen froze on an abandoned factory.

Martha Joker was wearing heavy makeup, standing inside arranging various bombs.

Not far from her were two fat men tied to stone pillars. They were wearing suits and ties, clearly the kind of people who were doing very well in Gotham. And these kinds of people have one particularly obvious characteristic: they are afraid of death.