Chapter 2368

"This guy must be crazy," Hai Lun said, her expression scrunching up. "He injected himself with an ultra-high concentration of Doomsday virus—the kind of concentration that doesn't even exist within Doomsday himself. I have no idea how he managed to refine it."

"What's even more absurd is that Doomsday spores have a high probability of causing human death, so I usually lower the concentration again and again, hoping to load only one instance of the virus per spore, and even then, it's easy to drive someone insane."

"But he... he injected a high concentration of Doomsday virus directly into his own bloodstream, and not only is he still alive, he seems to have gained a portion of Doomsday's power. My god..."

While Hai Lun was lamenting, the Doomsday Batman had already pinned Superman to the ground. Strange, however, noticed something wrong. He said, "How come the person in the red and blue suit on the other side seems a bit weak?"

"That's Superman," Hai Lun also frowned. "If I remember correctly, Superman's weakness is... God, don't tell me he mixed Kryptonite into the virus???"

"Truly worthy of being Batman," Hai Lun was speechless. She sighed and said, "If I had a needle of that virus injected into my body, I'd have to deal with gastroenteritis."

"Stop just watching. Hurry up and stop the two of them. If they keep fighting like this, the whole city will be destroyed."

At this moment, Superman had already been grabbed by the throat by the Doomsday Batman. The moment his hand touched the Doomsday Batman's arm, it went limp, barely able to put up any decent resistance.

As the fingers tightened, Superman's pupils began to dilate, but a different kind of clarity returned to his eyes. He used 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 erupted from behind the two of them. A massive shadow completely blocked out the sun. Batman turned his head, only to see a giant eye, ten times larger than him, staring at him through the gaps between the buildings.

A beast, even when crouching, was like a massive mountain range, slowly standing up. A low, rumbling voice echoed across the planet: "Batman..."

Because he turned around, the Doomsday Batman's hand loosened slightly. Superman stared in shock at the giant beast and shouted, "Doomsday??!! Impossible, didn't you already die?!!"

"You're the one who died," the giant beast said, sounding quite displeased. "Don't say such unlucky things. Just lie there honestly."

The massive Doomsday beast had just straightened up when a black shadow flashed at its chin, delivering an uppercut that sent it staggering.

"Ouch!" Hai Lun let out a cry of pain, rubbing her chin with her claw, complaining, "This form is too light. Stephen, move aside."

But in reality, there was no time left for Strange at all. Almost instantly, the sunlight shining on Earth vanished.

People saw a massive shadow completely covering the sun, as if a sudden total solar eclipse had occurred. At this moment, the Earth was plunged into total darkness.

When the Doomsday Batman looked up again, a massive star was falling, stopping directly above the Earth. It wasn't until he carefully identified the patterns on it that the Doomsday Batman realized it was the pupil he had just seen.

It was as if Jupiter had descended upon Earth. This massive, monster-like vertical pupil coldly scanned every living creature on the planet.

The moment it opened its massive mouth to inhale, the entire city, along with the Doomsday Batman, Superman, and everyone else, was swallowed into its belly.

Strange had used teleportation to hide far away. Once Doomsday closed its mouth, he floated above the ocean and roared, "Why did you swallow them all?!"

"I had no choice," Doomsday's voice replied. "Otherwise, I couldn't have beaten Batman! That's Batman we're talking about!"

"There's clearly a misunderstanding here!" Strange said. "The one in the black suit and the one in the red and blue suit have a complicated relationship. You just killed them both like that..."

"Who said I killed them both?" Hai Lun transformed back, clutching her stomach with a pained expression. "I used Doomsday spores to trap them. I'm currently trying to gradually dilute the Doomsday virus inside Batman's body using the Doomsday virus within my own, but he's being very uncooperative."

"What do you plan to do?" Strange asked.

Hai Lun clutched her stomach, wailing in pain. She said, "I really shouldn't eat Batman on an empty stomach. Find me two stars to pad my stomach first."

Cat Getan City, 6:00 PM.

A special ambulance sped past, splashing water onto the pedestrians' pant legs. But they had no time to curse, for in that brief moment, they had seen a terrifying, insane grinning face through the window of the prisoner transport vehicle.

The Joker sat in the back of the ambulance, but sitting next to him were not doctors or nurses, but heavily armed police officers. They were escorting this insane criminal to the newly renovated Arkham Asylum.

From the radio next to the driver's seat in the front cabin came a news broadcast, detailing the massive investment the Wei En Group was making for the sake of Cat Getan citizens' mental health.

"It is reported that the newly completed Arkham Asylum features a modern, professional management team, aiming to provide the most comfortable and reassuring medical environment for all patients. If you have needs for mental health treatment, please dial..."

Click. The driver changed the channel, and a passionate female voice came through the radio.

"What is very surprising is that Mr. Wei En explicitly stated that this is a high-end medical research institution. Although renovating the entire asylum has already cost a huge amount of capital, he still guarantees an annual investment of no less than 50 million US dollars into this professional psychiatric hospital."

"Clearly, what is worth looking forward to is that this will be built into a benchmark psychiatric hospital on the East Coast, perhaps hoping to rival the Amput Psychiatric Medical Center in Metropolis."

In the back cabin, the Joker began to hum, muttering to himself: "How naive, what a naive boy. Giving injections and medicine, letting them sleep obediently—that's his way of treating us. But I hope he can use this method to heal this society."

Everyone around him remained expressionless; clearly, they were already quite accustomed to this madman's ravings. Yet, the Joker continued as if no one else were there.

"What medicine will he give me?" The Joker tilted his head. Hearing no response, he lowered his head gloomily, hunching his shoulders, the wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth becoming increasingly distinct.

The vehicle slowed to a stop. The officers escorted the Joker out, leading him through the main gate. When handing him over to the nurse, they specifically emphasized that this was an extremely dangerous patient who must be isolated from others.

The Joker knew they wouldn't succeed, because his purpose for being imprisoned here was to complete his plan.

The nurse sent the Joker into the changing room. What made the Joker feel somewhat surprised was that the nurse's attitude was a bit too good—smiling service the whole way, gentle movements, a soft tone, and she even thoughtfully introduced the precautions within the hospital along the way.

As soon as he entered the changing room, the Joker discovered that this place didn't look like a temporary room for changing clothes. It couldn't be called cramped or narrow; it was more appropriate to call it magnificent. If one had to describe it, it was like the lobby of a bathhouse.

After turning a corner and even walking through a corridor, the Joker finally found the place to change clothes. But it wasn't a locker with a set of hospital gowns; it was an entire fitting room.

"What the hell is this?" the Joker said instinctively.

"This is a brand-new emotional therapy," the nurse explained from outside the door. "We aim to let patients feel the most comfortable care. Hospital gowns bring strong negative psychological suggestions, so we have prepared various styles of clothing for the respected patients, ensuring the unity of aesthetics and comfort, allowing you to have more positive psychological suggestions."

The Joker reached out and flipped through the clothes, then saw a pile of tags hanging down from the top row. He originally thought they were instructions for the clothes, but discovered they were brand tags.

The Joker didn't recognize the brand, but he could read numbers. Upon seeing that string of zeros, he froze.

"This fucking shirt costs fucking 50,000 dollars??!!!"

"Yes, sir. Before this hospital completed its renovation, Mr. Wei En invited the world's most famous fashion designers and, based on the aesthetic standards that the Wei En Group has always maintained, screened over 600 clothing design proposals, while using high-quality materials like silk and wool to ensure the unity of aesthetics and comfort."

"Can you get me a normal hospital gown?"

"Of course, sir. Please walk forward and turn left; there are hospital gowns and sportswear there."

The Joker turned back and walked over, finding a cabinet. After pulling open the drawer, there was indeed a set of hospital gowns. As soon as he picked it up, he discovered that there were also a pile of price tags attached underneath the gown.

The moment he saw the price, he doubted whether something was wrong with his eyes.

He looked at that number, then reached out and shook out the hospital gown, checking it inside and out repeatedly. This was just a normal blue-striped hospital gown made of ordinary cotton cloth.

But this ordinary hospital gown cost 3,000 dollars.

"Are there no free clothes?"

"Sir, this is a private hospital. Even though we have undertaken the government's detention and reception needs, the fee standard remains unchanged. This renovation and transformation invested 300 million US dollars. You must understand that we also have a need to recover costs..."

"But I fucking have no money!"

"It doesn't matter, sir. According to the American medical insurance system, if you do not currently possess the ability to pay medical expenses, then we can help you apply for a free medical insurance card first and record all your bills in the hospital on this card."

"However, once your income standard is higher than 140% of the federal poverty line, all income under your name will be used to pay off medical bills. After your death, all your assets will be investigated, and only after the full amount of all white card deductions is covered can they be inherited."

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

"No, sir. This is a hospital. All medical staff here hope you receive the best treatment..."

"Then, lady, tell me, how much do you get for selling a shirt worth 50,000 US dollars?"

"We are not on a commission system, Mr. Joker. We have our own salary standards, but due to confidentiality agreements, we cannot tell anyone. Please change your clothes; we are going to the ward."

The Joker ultimately changed into that hospital gown. And when he walked out, the nurse had already helped him handle the white card.

"They always have such privileges, don't they?" the Joker said. "Being able to control everything about you, things that seem extremely time-consuming and laborious in your eyes, they can get easily."

The nurse walked forward while smiling and looking back at him: "Sorry, sir. If you are referring to the processing speed of your white card, this is a new cooperation reached between the federal government and local medical institutions. Under the condition of meeting the requirements, designated medical institutions are allowed to issue cards directly without submitting applications."

"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. We have arrived at the ward." ===== CHAPTER 2369 =====