Toot, toot, toot.

Telephone dialing rang out in the abandoned warehouse, and the penguin leaned against the dusty walls of the warehouse, tiptoe slightly restlessly crushing the cigar butts on the ground.

After a long time, the phone was connected.

Penguin was the first to speak: "I stumbled upon some news from an intelligence broker that may be of interest to you. ”

The man's voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and obscure, like a stone grinding disc squeezing sandpaper, "... What's the news? ”

Penguin glanced at Amanda Waller and whispered, "An elite squad secretly formed by the federal government has entered Gotham, and they are all transcendent beings with special powers in their hands, and they are very threatening - according to the brokers, they intend to attack you." ”

"The Transcendent? Interesting....." There was a pause on the other end of the phone before he spoke, "Do you have any more information?" ”

"The broker won't tell the whole story," Penguin said in a deep voice, "He's the Riddler who just escaped from Arkham Asylum the other day, and as you know, he's a complete neurotic lunatic." ”

"What does he want?"

"As I said, the Riddler is a madman, and he claims that he has to see you in person and talk to you, the man who killed Batman, before he can reveal information about that team of transcendents."

There was silence on the other end of the phone again, and a response was finally heard as the penguin's palms continued to sweat and he almost dropped his phone on the ground.

"The Riddler, is he? I see, you can ask him to set a time and place. ”

The penguin glanced at the expressionless Amanda Waller and the Riddler with a weird grin, and said calmly, "Okay, I'll call you later." ”

The plan was successful, and the next step was to set up the stage, wait for the actors to enter, and stage a fight under the curtain.

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The basement of Williams Manor had been completely transformed, and as the number of experimental projects grew, Leon had to expand again, digging five floors deep into the ground to house the experimental materials.

At this moment, he was wearing a white lab coat, standing in front of the laboratory table, looking back and forth at the petri dish with a microscope.

In the petri dish, Lars Gul Eyre's cells were like round and full pearls, radiating a light and warm glow—far more beautiful than the savage and rude appearance of their owner.

"It's so interesting, the autophagy ability of the cells extracted from him, that is, the ability to break down the intermediate metabolites needed in the synthesis process, is beyond imagination,"

Leon said in an interesting tone: "Autophagy is like an Ouroboros, helping cells to constantly circulate themselves, and if I can replicate this property on Baron Straker's cells, I should be able to cultivate a primitive piece of flesh that can self-devour and evolve..."

Standing nearby, Rebecca could barely keep up with his train of thought—in order to make Rebecca a barely qualified lab assistant, Leon forced her to study most of the medical books in two months, at least enough to write a graduate thesis on cell biology on her own.

Rebecca took a deep breath and frowned, "And Lars Gul Eyre's cell telomerase activity is extremely high, which can ensure that telomeres will not be shortened after cell division, which is far superior to the replication ability of ordinary cancer cells, which is the secret of his ability to stay young for a long time." ”

"That's right, the special structure of the Lars Gul El cell alone allows me to breed a new type of agent that is absolutely lethal to tumors, and it is not impossible to eradicate cancer even from now on."

Leon looked up from the microscope and sighed, "It seems that I really need to find the pool of Lazarus that he said, if I can discover the secret of the pool, maybe I can prolong the life of all mankind for decades..."

Lars Gul Eyre, the leader of the Assassins, and Baron Straker, a Nazi remnant, have done many things that hurt nature and dehumanize nature, but their cells contain the code to crack tumors and cancers and put all mankind on the path of immortality, which is really full of black humor.

Just as Rebecca was writing down the test notes on the form with a pen, Konstantin walked in.

He still looked haggard and depressed, with deep sunken eyes, thick dark circles, and a beard that he hadn't taken care of in days.

"Ah, you're back." Li Ang smiled and said, "You did a good job a few days ago, how about it, do you need me to re-improve your body for you?" I just had a new idea, to completely replace the original heart with a magic core, and remove the internal organs in a drastic way, and replace them with an internal circulation system made of steel..."

"Don't, don't, don't, please, thank you." Konstantin hurriedly begged for mercy with a grim face, he really didn't want to recall the fear of being dominated on the dissecting table that day.

He took out his phone and said to Leon, "That penguin just called." ”

"Oh, Colbert?" Li Ang finally remembered the fat penguin, and said casually, "What is he calling for?" ”

Konstantin swallowed, "It's a task force of transcendents who have entered Gotham and is ready to strike at you - this news leaked from the Riddler." ”

Li Ang pursed his lips and said indifferently, "Do you believe this kind of nonsense?" ”

"Of course I don't believe it," Konstantin shrugged, "I guess it's a trap, and that penguin must have found some kind of backing to help him get out of control." ”

"If a man dies, he will die." Leon nodded and said, "You go for a trip and see what hole cards they have." ”

"Huh?" Konstantin's eyes widened, and he shouted, "I'm just a second-rate exorcist who knows how to use crappy spells, and if I go directly into the trap they have set up, it will be a suicide." ”

"Hehe, I've given you a new body, just those bits and pieces of reinforcement, piled on a wild dog, and that dog can become Fenrir,"

Li Ang didn't raise his head, still looking at the cell culture dish, and said indifferently: "What's more, you originally mastered enough spells, if it weren't for the terrifying negative effects brought by those forbidden spells, your combat power would at least be first-class, and it would be more than enough to deal with some enemies who were not up to the grade." ”

Konstantin pursed his lips and still protested: "Then what if I die and am captured?" ”

"I'll let Rebecca follow you, and if something goes wrong, she'll help you." Li Ang said indifferently: "By the way, don't kill all those transcendents when the time comes, drag them back, I'll be of great use." ”