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Chapter 381 Doraemon's Wonderful Tools

Chapter 381 Doraemon's Wonderful Tools

Before the two lunatics could even enter, Rune warned, "Be careful. I've only removed the barrier and the robots inside, but some of the mechanisms might still be working."

"Okay, okay!" Harley pouted. "Look at you, acting like a mother hen!"

"That's right!" the clown chimed in.

Rune was speechless. This was probably the result of his time with Clark and Raven. Although Clark was older than him on the surface, he was actually much more mature than Clark.

As for Raven, needless to say, she has only been in contact with humans for a few years, and I have to teach her step by step how to integrate into the school group—such as that anti-bullying incident.

so----

Is it understandable that I speak like an old woman?

The clown was the first to rush into the asylum. He took a pair of glasses out of his pocket with his left hand and put them on, while with his right hand he pulled out a rather comical-looking gun.

These glasses take into account factors such as wind speed, parabola, and bullet velocity, and then input the calculation results into the frame. In the clown's vision, a dotted line extends from the muzzle of the gun and is swaying slightly.

That's right, this is the alchemical tool that Rune used to practice making. However, it's rather useless for most superheroes. To date, only a handful of people, such as Jester and Blade, have obtained this alchemical tool.

"What a wonderful thing!" the clown exclaimed. Rune's magical artifact had broadened his understanding of magic. He had thought Rune would give him a few magic scrolls that he could tear open in case of danger and release a few large fireballs or something.

Harley excitedly swung the baseball bat in her hand, making a loud whooshing sound—if this were a game, this bat would be a blue-quality item with attributes like sturdiness and +5 strength.

That's right, the baseball bat in Harley Quinn's hand is also a work of Rune. After all, it's Rune's future team, so it's worth investing more in it.

Rune also wanted to feed the improved version of Compound V to Joker and Harley Quinn, since even Joker can make mistakes sometimes.

Although he knew that Earth-3 would be destroyed by the Anti-Monitor soon, he could still make a profit by wholesaling a batch of talent from Gotham before that happened.

The Joker and Harley Quinn encountered little resistance on the perimeter, which disappointed the Joker somewhat. He wanted to see if the glasses could really predict bullet trajectories, and Harley Quinn did the same.

Who upgrades their equipment without testing the damage on a training dummy?

The passageways inside the asylum were narrow and cold. The mechanical guards here, like those outside, had completely turned to ashes. If Harley hadn't spotted the dust on the ground, they would have thought there were no robots inside at all.

But soon they encountered real resistance.

Although Night Owl felt that it would not be easy to silently bypass the external energy barrier, it did not mean that it was impossible.

Thomas had already made contingency plans: the outermost robots and energy barrier were powered separately from the inner areas, and the guards inside were transformed into some kind of cyborg hybrids.

Ironically, Thomas referred to these modified beings as the "Brotherhood of Mercy."

These modified figures, expressionless and holding fully charged energy weapons crackling with electricity, walked step by step toward the intruders.

The clown finally found a use for the glasses, and burst into laughter. He casually started firing his gun, his posture completely unrefined, but the bullets always hit their targets.

"Wow, this is so much fun! It feels like playing a first-person shooter!"

The clown laughed loudly, dodging bullets fired at him while performing a twisted and grotesque dance. Indeed, these glasses could predict not only his own weapon trajectories but also those of the enemy.

So the clown was right; in his eyes, he was just playing a game.

Sometimes, he would mercifully shoot these modified creatures directly in the head; other times, he would hit the energy storage compartment of the energy weapon, causing the high-tech contraption to explode and take a few unlucky souls with it.

What could be more exciting than playing games in real life?

"Come on, brothers, have a laugh!" the clown sang as he charged forward, loudly mocking, "You have to stay cheerful even during work hours, remember to balance work and rest—oh, I forgot, you guys work all year round, ahahahaha!"

Harley was quite satisfied with her weapon.

"Hey!"

She yelled and threw the baseball bat, which hit a modified creature precisely, leaving him dazed. Then, Harley simply kept throwing the bat, and it miraculously flew back to her!

The Loyalty Rune from Thor's hammer, isn't that interesting?

Even just picking any alchemical item from Rune's hands could create a third-rate villain, let alone heavyweights like Harley Quinn and Jester.

So, although these cyborgs looked intimidating, they were quickly eliminated. Perhaps Owl had only intended for them to buy time until he arrived.

And next up, it's Harley's time!

Harley Quinn took the lead in the assault, and the rune enchantment on her baseball bat allowed her to easily break through any armored door.

Bang!

A large alloy door was smashed and dented inward.

boom!

With another blow, the alloy door was smashed away, along with the machine gun and cyborgs that had been set up behind it, all of which were pulverized.

The job of dealing with the traps naturally falls to the clown, since he has a gun.

"There are three self-propelled sentry guns on the left!" Harley tilted her head, glanced inside, and then immediately pulled her head back to avoid the bullets.

The clown immediately poked his head out, raised his hand, and then glanced to the left.

Da da da————

Gunshots rang out, but not from the clowns; they came from the three sentry guns.

"Didn't you say they were on the left?" The clown pulled his head back at the last second and asked angrily.

Harley screamed in response, "Hey, I said they're self-propelled sentry guns, self-propelled! Got it?"

Although there were occasional clashes, overall, the clown and Harley Quinn worked together quite well, and they quickly advanced towards the core of the prison.

After breaking through the last heavy isolation door, the Jester and Harley Quinn finally entered the core area of ​​Arkham Asylum. The air here was extremely oppressive, and there was also a strong smell of disinfectant.

Rows of specially made cells resembled mahjong tiles on a table, and behind the reinforced concrete lay figures deprived of freedom and hope.

That's generally how it is, but by this time, the people in the cells had already been alerted by the explosions, gunshots, and alarms outside. They looked up, some with confusion, some with vigilance, and some with hope—

Perhaps, the day we regain our freedom is today?