Although it may seem difficult to relate, the fact is that the muscular behemoth in front of Roy is the gray-haired old dean Quincy Sharp.

"Mr. Dean, what the hell is going on?" Roy asked, "Who injected you with Titan Venom?" Jokers? ”

Sharp laughed: "Joker? No, no, he just showed me the way. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly changed his words: "Do you know the story of the founder of Arkham Asylum? ”

Roy shook his head slightly.

"The full name of Arkham Asylum is 'Elizabeth Arkham Mental Crime Asylum', and its founder, Mr. Arkham, named it after his mother." Mr. Sharp said slowly, "There's a story about this Mr. Arkham, too. It is said that Mr. Arkham personally killed his own incurable schizophrenic mother. Grief-stricken, he was determined to find a way to cure more mentally ill patients. It wasn't until he came home one day and saw that his wife and children had all been brutally hacked to death by an out-of-control patient, which changed his mind.

These lunatics do not deserve mercy, they do not deserve to be cured. The only thing that can heal their crazy minds is death. A few months later, the patient who had killed his family died in Arkham Asylum due to medical malpractice. ”

Sharp sighed, twisted his massive body, and said, "Mr. Arkham is a man worthy of respect. His dedication and dedication are all for the betterment of the world, but unfortunately in the end, his fate is to be reduced to his own mental hospital and die here. ”

Roy frowned, "What did you do?" Sharp? ”

"Accomplish the mission I'm supposed to accomplish, that's all." Sharp turned, "Mr. Arkham is not gone, his great soul, his great will has always remained in this madhouse. I can feel it! Because it chose me! This is my glory, my calling! ”

"And then your dark thoughts were discovered by the Joker." Roy said coldly, "He handed you Titan Venom and told you that this is a shortcut to be able to fulfill your wishes, right?" Do you want to kill all the madmen with this? ”

Sharp said, "Yes." But I must also have the courage to admit that I made a mistake, and that I had doubts when the demon gave me this forbidden fruit. If it weren't for the fact that I was just in a life-or-death situation, I probably wouldn't have the guts to use it. And even then, I only used a very small dose. But actually, I was a little too cautious. ”

Speaking of this, he flashed a syringe in one hand and shouted, "The feeling of having power is wonderful!" ”

With that, he thrust the syringe into his arm.

In an instant, a large amount of venom filled his veins. Quincy Sharp's eyes turned red, his body swelled further, and his facial features became more distorted, as if someone had opened the floodgates of power, and endless power rushed into the old man's body.

The dose he had just used was very small, and that was the only reason he still had some sanity left. Now, the soul of Quincy Sharp, the director of the madhouse, is completely gone, and all that remains here is a mad beast!

Sharp lunged at Roy like crazy, and Roy threw three cigarette bombs head-on at his face. The scattered smoke screen instantly enveloped his entire head, making him completely lose his vision in an instant.

Roy quickly moved behind him under the cover of a smoke screen, jumped up with a miniature bomb in one hand, and put bombs on Sharp's left and right cheeks with both hands, and landed in front of Sharp with a somersault and half-crouch at the same time.

"Boom!"

Two explosives exploded on both sides of Sharp's head at the same time. Quincy Sharp let out a terrible howl, his hands covering his cheeks on both sides, even the Titan's strengthened physique was blown apart.

"You! Dare! ”

He roared and slapped Roy on the back, swatting him out like a fly. Roy crashed head-on into an invisible electric gate, and the high-voltage electricity electrocuted his uniform with a "popping" sound.

Fortunately, the uniform has a first-class insulation effect, but the nerve fibers are somewhat paralyzed. Roy struggled to get up, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Sharp rushing towards him.

Without thinking, Roy pulled out a batrang and flung it at his side. The batrang arced in a beautiful arc and swirled right into a metal box in the corner of the roof.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the lights on the roof of the room went out at the same moment.

Observing the scene was Roy's forte, and as soon as he came in, he noticed the safe box in the corner. As long as the fuse inside is cut, it can theoretically cause a short circuit in the room's power, thus dragging the battlefield into the darkness in his favor.

The room was dark, except for the electric door that Roy had just crashed into still emitting a faint blue light, and it seemed that only this door was separate from the electrical system in the room.

Taking advantage of the concealment of the empty cells, Roy silently followed Sharp, like a jackal waiting for his prey to take the bait.

"You can't hide for long!" Sharp shouted, "I'm going to tear you apart, just like I did to the other madmen!" ”

Roy ignored him and continued to observe from a distance around Sharp's body, looking for an opportunity.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and he didn't make a move at all.

He is very patient, which is a must-have for a hunter. But his enemy, Dean Sharp, who had been injected with the Titan's venom and became irritable, was not so patient.

He began to pound and smash, overturn the cage, and yell endlessly, like a tiger enraged but unable to find a chance to vent.

Roy knew his chance had come.

He finally struck, lunging silently through the darkness, slapping Sharp in the chest from the front with the same silent palm.

Sharp's palm shot out like electricity, pinning Roy to the ground and shouting, "Finally I got it!" I'm going to take you"

He didn't get the chance to finish the passage. Roy's palm pressed two miniature thrusters on his chest, and flames erupted, pushing Sharp's massive body upside down, aiming at the electric gate behind him.

"Ahhh!!h

Sharp raised his hands as if he had been tied, and his body was crawling with blue electric snakes, and he twitched wildly. This state lasted for nearly ten seconds, until the current emitters on both sides let out an overloaded scream, and a puff of green smoke burst out before "crackling" and he was put down.

"I'm the one chosen by Arkham to take you"

He couldn't say a full sentence, but he still stood, trying his best to step forward with the huge ball of his foot, raising his wobbly fist as if he was going to attack.

Roy slowly stepped forward, his body spun 360 degrees, and a roundabout kick gathered the strength of his whole body and slammed into half of Sharp's blown face. Sharp ate the leg, his brain crooked, and he dragged his body to the ground with a heavy fall, raising a cloud of dust.

Roy breathed a long sigh of relief, pressed his headphones and said, "Barbara, I've got Sharp." ”

After all the lights in the room were turned off, Barbara saw through the camera that the screen was also pitch black, and she didn't know what was going on inside, and she waited for more than ten minutes before the sound of fighting came again, and she was also very nervous. Now that I heard Roy's words, I was also relieved.

"Okay, then go to Dr. Yang's lab and get the recipe now." Barbara said, pulling up the map and glancing at it, "It's upstairs in you." ”

Roy walked up the stairs to Dr. Yang's lab. Pushing the door in, I saw that in addition to some common equipment in the chemical laboratory, there was also a bookcase placed against the wall very incongruously.

"Who's going to put a bookshelf in a lab?" Barbara complained.

"Most books are never opened." Roy glanced at it and said, "You can tell from the spine that there is no wear on it, except for this one." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a book with a black cover. I opened it, and sure enough, there was a piece of paper with formulas and chemical formulas written on it.

"That's it, Recipe." Barbara said, "I've downloaded all the image information to the Bat Computer's server, and now I can start researching the ingredients for the antidote." ”

"Very well, hurry up, we don't have much time left."

P.S. recommends a brother's work, the post-apocalyptic masterpiece "The Era Begins", and interested readers can go and see it.