The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2377 Psychic Assault (32)

Chapter 2377 Psychic Assault ()

"This guy must be crazy." Helen's face wrinkled together. She said: "He injected himself with a super high concentration of Doomsday virus, a concentration that Doomsday himself does not have. I don't know how he extracted it."

"What's even more outrageous is that the Doomsday spores have a high chance of causing human death, so I usually lower the concentration again and again, hoping that each spore will only carry one virus. Even so, it can easily drive people crazy."

"But he... he injected a high concentration of Doomsday virus into his blood. Not only is he still alive, he also seems to have gained some of Doomsday's power. My God..."

While Helen was sighing, Doomsday Batman had already pinned Superman to the ground, but Strange noticed something was wrong and said, "Why does the guy in the red and blue uniform across from me seem a little weak?"

"That's Superman." Helen also frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, Superman's weakness is... God, didn't he mix kryptonite into the virus???"

"You are worthy of being Batman." Helen was speechless. She sighed and said, "If I get a needle of virus like this into my body, I will get gastroenteritis."

"Don't just stand there and watch. Hurry up and stop them. If they keep fighting like this, the whole city will be destroyed."

At this time, Superman had been strangled by Batman Doomsday. The moment his hands touched Batman Doomsday's arms, they went limp and he could hardly put up any decent resistance.

As his fingers tightened, Superman's pupils began to dilate, but another look returned to his eyes. He used up his last bit of strength to look into Batman's eyes and said, "He's coming... Kill him... Kill him..."

boom! ! ! ! !

Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind the two of them, and a huge shadow completely blocked out the sunlight. Batman turned around and saw a huge eye ten times taller than him staring at him through the gap in the building.

A monster that was crouching like a huge mountain slowly stood up, and a deep voice resounded across the planet, "Batman..."

Because Doomsday turned around, Batman's hand loosened slightly. Superman stared at the monster in shock and shouted: "Doomsday??!! Impossible, aren't you already dead?!!"

"You are the one who died." The beast seemed very dissatisfied. He said, "Don't say such unlucky words. Just lie still."

The huge Doomsday monster just stood up when a black shadow flashed to his chin and an uppercut knocked him off balance.

"Oh!" Helen cried out in pain, rubbed her chin with her paws, and complained, "This form is too light, Stephen, get out of the way."

But in fact, Strange didn't have any time at all. Almost instantly, the sunlight shining on the earth disappeared.

People saw a huge shadow completely covering the sun, like a total solar eclipse that occurred suddenly. At this moment, the earth was completely plunged into darkness.

When Batman Doom looked up again, a huge star fell and stopped directly above the earth. It was not until he carefully identified the pattern on it that Batman Doom realized that it was the pupil he had just seen.

It was like Jupiter descending to Earth, and this huge, monster-like vertical pupil coldly scanned all living things on Earth.

The moment he opened his mouth and inhaled, the entire city, along with Doomsday, Batman, Superman and everyone else, was swallowed into his stomach.

Strange used teleportation to dodge far away, and when Doomsday closed his mouth, he floated on the sea and shouted: "Why did you swallow them all?!"

"I can't help it." Doomsday's voice came, "Otherwise I can't beat Batman! That's Batman!"

"There's obviously a misunderstanding!" Strange said, "The relationship between the one in black and the one in red and blue is not simple. You just killed them all..."

"Who said I killed them all?" Helen turned back and covered her stomach with a painful expression. "I trapped them with Doomsday spores. I am trying to use the Doomsday virus in my body to gradually dilute the Doomsday virus in Batman's body, but he is very uncooperative."

"What are you going to do?" Strange asked.

Helen covered her stomach and screamed in pain. She said, "I can't eat Batman on an empty stomach. Find me two stars to fill my stomach first."

Gotham City, 6:00PM.

A special ambulance sped past, splashing water that wet the trouser legs of pedestrians, but they had no time to curse, because in that brief moment just now, they saw a terrifying crazy smiling face in the window of the prison van.

The Joker was sitting in the ambulance, but sitting next to him were not doctors and nurses, but fully armed police officers. They were escorting the crazy criminal to the renovated Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

A news report came from the radio next to the driver's seat in the front car, which was about the huge investment made by Wayne Group to care about the mental health of Gotham citizens.

"It is reported that the newly built Arkham Mental Hospital has a modern and professional management team, aiming to provide the most comfortable and reassuring medical environment for all patients. If you need treatment for mental illness, please call..."

With a click, the driver changed the channel and an impassioned female voice came from the radio.

"What is very surprising is that Mr. Wayne made it clear that this is a high-end medical research institution. Although a lot of money has been spent on renovating the entire insane asylum, he still guarantees that no less than $5 million will be invested in this professional psychiatric hospital every year."

"It is clearly expected that this will become a benchmark psychiatric hospital on the East Coast, perhaps to compete with the Apts Center for Psychiatric Medicine in the metropolitan area."

The clown in the back car began to hum and mutter, "What an innocent boy! He gave them injections and medicine and asked them to sleep. This is how he treated us. I hope he can heal the society in this way."

Everyone around had a blank expression on their face. It was obvious that they had become accustomed to the crazy talk of this madman, but the clown still acted as if no one was around.

"What medicine will he give me?" The clown tilted his head, and when no one answered him, he lowered his head gloomily again and shrugged his shoulders. The wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth became more and more distinct.

The car slowly stopped, and the police officers escorted the clown and took him through the gate. When handing him over to the nurse, they specifically emphasized that this was an extremely dangerous patient and must be isolated from other patients.

The Joker knew they wouldn't succeed because the purpose of his imprisonment was to complete his plan here.

The nurse took the clown to the locker room, and what surprised the clown was that the nurse's attitude was a little too nice. She served with a smile throughout, with gentle movements and a soft tone. On the way, she also kindly introduced the clown to the precautions in the hospital.

As soon as he entered the locker room, the Joker found that this did not look like a temporary changing room. It could not be said to be cramped and narrow, but it could only be said to be magnificent. If he had to describe it, it was like the lobby of a bath center.

After turning a corner and even walking through a corridor, the Joker finally found the place to change clothes. It turned out that it was not a locker with a hospital gown, but an entire fitting room.

"What the fuck?" the Joker said instinctively.

"This is a brand new emotional therapy." The nurse answered outside the door, "We aim to make patients feel the most comfortable care. Hospital gowns can bring strong negative psychological implications, so we have prepared a variety of clothes for our respected patients to ensure that they match your usual dressing style and give you a more positive psychological suggestion."

The clown reached out and flipped through the clothes, then saw a bunch of labels hanging down from the bottom of the top row of clothes. He thought they were instructions for the clothes, but they turned out to be brand labels.

The clown didn't recognize the brand, but he knew numbers, and when he saw the string of zeros, he was stunned.

“This fucking shirt costs fucking $5??!!!”

"Yes, sir. Before the renovation of this hospital was completed, Mr. Wayne invited the world's most famous fashion designer. He selected more than 600 clothing designs based on the Wayne Group's consistent aesthetics. He also used high-quality materials such as silk and wool to make the clothing to ensure the unity of aesthetics and comfort."

"Can I get a normal hospital gown?"

"Of course, please go forward and turn left. There are hospital gowns and sportswear there."

The clown turned around and found a cabinet there. After opening the drawer, he found a hospital gown. As soon as he picked it up, he found that there were a bunch of price tags underneath the gown.

The moment he saw the price, he wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

He took a look at the number, then reached out and shook open the hospital gown, checking it inside and out over and over again to confirm that it was just an ordinary hospital gown made of ordinary cotton cloth with ordinary blue stripes.

But this ordinary hospital gown costs $3000.

"Are there no free clothes?"

"Sir, this is a private hospital. Even if we take over the government's detention and reception needs, the charging standards will remain unchanged. We invested 3 million US dollars in this renovation. You must understand that we also need to recover the cost..."

"But I have no fucking money!"

"It's okay, sir. According to the US medical insurance system, if you are temporarily unable to pay for medical expenses, we can help you apply for a free medical insurance card and put all your hospital bills on this card."

"However, once your income exceeds 140% of the federal poverty line, all income in your name will be used to pay for medical bills. After your death, all your property will be investigated and can only be inherited after all the Medicaid deductions have been made up."

"Very good." The Joker took a deep breath, picked up the hospital gown, walked to the door and said, "He wants my money, right? Then he can take it. There is nothing in this world that I can't give up."

"No, sir, this is a hospital, and all the medical staff here want you to get the best treatment..."

"So, ma'am, tell me, how much do you get for selling a shirt worth $5?"

"We don't work on a commission basis, Mr. Clown. We have our own salary standards, but due to the confidentiality agreement, we can't tell anyone. Please change your clothes. We are going to the ward."

The clown finally changed into the hospital gown, and when he came out, the nurse had already helped him get a white card.

"They always have this privilege, don't they?" The Joker said, "They can control everything about you. Things that you think are extremely time-consuming and laborious are easily obtained by them."

The nurse walked forward, turned back and said to him with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, if you mean the speed of your medical card application, this is a new cooperation between the federal government and local medical institutions. If the conditions are met, designated medical institutions are allowed to issue the card directly without submitting an application."

"If you are referring to my situation... I am very sorry, my income and living conditions do not meet the requirements for applying for a white card. The ward has arrived."

(End of this chapter)