Wayne Enterprise's defense system can only be activated by the voices of a few people. Luckily, Roy's voice happened to be one of them.

Fighting the Clayface with his bare hands and barely taking any physical damage is basically a sure defeat, so the equipment in the research department is Roy's last chance. It's a gamble, according to the past, the voice of the clayface man cannot be completely disguised as another person, although the human ear cannot hear the difference, but the machine that recognizes the voiceprint can tell the difference between his disguised voice and the real version.

However, the clay man was not able to perfectly replicate the DNA of the mimic object. But now, since the mutation of his body has given him the ability to replicate even DNA, maybe even the voiceprint can be perfectly replicated?

So it's a gamble. And as a result, very sadly, it was Roy who lost.

The Clayface smiled contemptuously, and the disgusting face gradually distorted and coalesced into the shape of a human face.

That face was Bruce Wayne.

"Voice command coverage, all shutdowns." The Clay Man switched to Bruce's voice, overriding Roy's command with the highest level of clearance. The systems that had just been activated all obediently stopped.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" The Claymask raised his giant fist condensed into an iron ball again, and it fell with a bang, "I can be anyone!" Bruce Wayne has everything, and now I have it! ”

There were several loud noises in a row, as if several high explosives and charges had exploded one after another. One of the mud-faced man's arms turned into a torrent, carrying Roy's body like a flood and rushing through the walls of the research department.

Roy got up from a pile of slimy mud, his mind converging slightly.

The clay-faced man tore open the hole in the open wall, squeezed in his huge body, glanced at the room inside, and chuckled, "Look what little secret I've discovered, huh?" ”

This is the most important part of the research department. The room is larger than the outside, and there are various battle suits displayed in the wardrobes around it. Most of them are infantry-type bulletproof armor, but there are also a few pieces of armor-type armor. In the center, heavy equipment is placed, such as new models of Batmobiles and fighter jets.

One thing all of them have in common is that they are all painted with bats.

"I knew for a long time that Batman had to have a sponsor for all that weird gadgets." Claymmask laughed, "Ever since Wayne's arsenal of equipment hidden all over the city was destroyed by that madman called 'Silence', there have been rumors on the streets that Wayne is Batman's biggest supplier, and it seems to be true." ”

Roy ignored his words and turned and ran towards the interior of the room.

Either way, he needed gear, whatever could buy time from temporarily blocking the Mudface

But he had barely taken a few steps when the clay chased up the floor behind him like flowing water, holding his feet tightly to the floor, unable to move.

"You've explored too much, Mr. Detective." The Clayface Man was overwhelmed, like a dark cloud looming over him from above, "So I'm sorry, but you have to be ready for your own end." But if it comforts you a little."

His palms opened, and the clay poured down like a waterfall.

"I'll take your life with me."

Wayne Enterprises destroys the pit.

The real version of Lucius Fox was lying on a pile of rubbish and debris with his eyes on the sky.

With a "bang", the door panel was opened, and the huge body of the clay man blocked the doorway. He opened his mouth wide, and the unconscious Roy was wrapped in a cloud of mud and spat out, falling into the pile of scraps.

Lucius was shocked: "You monster! What did you do to him? ”

"Dead, man, unless he can hold his breath for more than seven minutes." The clayface man said smugly.

"You monster!" Lucius shouted angrily, "You can't escape, do you hear?" They'll find you! They'll get you! ”

"No, they won't." The Clayface laughed, "There's no way they're going to find someone who can be anyone at the same time." ”

Speaking of this, the mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang throughout the pothole. Seems to have come from Roy's pocket.

"Don't let me see." The Clayface said, stretching out one hand like a soft whip, and after sweeping Lucius away, he reached into Roy's pocket and reached for his phone.

"Barbara Gordon," said the Clayface, glancing at the screen, "I remember, Miss Sheriff's daughter, whom we all love, huh?" Ah, interesting, I remembered. Is this Mr. Detective working with her? Let me see what his partner knows about me. ”

As he spoke, his entire body shrank and changed rapidly, and finally completely changed into Roy's appearance.

He picked up the phone and said in Roy's voice, "Hello? It's me? ”

Barbara said in a hurried tone, "Important discovery! I think I might be able to explain Mr. Brian Wade's problem. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it? ”

Barbara said, "Remember when you asked me to analyze Wade's DNA sample?" Our previous comparison did show that it matched Wade's own DNA 100% well, but that was before I searched for the chimera code. I searched the source code, guess what? The computer fed me an unrelated metamorphic match. I then analyzed and estimated the item, and after a series of identifications of the metamorphic code, I confirmed that it came from Bashir Kahlo. I'm sure you're not unfamiliar with this name, it's that ugly monster with a mud face? ”

The clay-faced man twitched, and said in a calm tone, "Well, very good job." ”

"I'm in the apartment right now, you come over as soon as possible." "We can move on to the next step, about how to catch that muddy face." ”

"Yes, of course." The mud-faced man said, "Then you wait, I'll be over soon." ”

After hanging up the phone, he sneered as if talking to himself: "Catch? No, no, you can't catch me, little girl, I'm here to catch you. The really caring little girl also disclosed the location information to this detective boy in real time, and saved me from finding where she lived. ”

He slipped Roy's phone into his pocket and hummed a ditty, "As for you, Mr. Lucius, you will stay there with the corpse and wait for it to be boiled to ashes." When you're dead, maybe someone will recognize your ashes, hahaha! ”

With that, he stepped out, the metal door closed. (To be continued.) )