Marvel: Fusion

After disposing of the Bigfoot Gang's corpse, Jude cleaned up the water stains left on the floor, and then fell asleep soundly.

Waking up early the next morning, I first dismantled an old radio, then rummaged through the remaining TV parts, and then pieced together a miniature bug.

Then took the laser transmitter and the miniature bug, and Jude took a taxi to the Black Gate Prison.

The Black Gate Prison in Gotham City and the Arkham Asylum are not the same place. The Black Gate Prison is a government agency managed by public officials, and the prisoners are also ordinary prisoners, such as gangsters, thieves, and robbers.

The Arkham Asylum can be said to be Gotham City's abnormal human research center, only those prisoners who are extremely dangerous, mentally abnormal, and have superpowers are eligible to be locked up here.

Clowns, Harley Quinn, Scarecrows, Mad Hatters, Muddy Face, etc. are all regular visitors to Arkham Asylum. It can be said that Arkham Asylum is the talent market in Gotham City.

Black Gate Prison is located more than ten kilometers away from the outskirts of the city. It is really not easy to come here, and it almost squeezed out Jude's remaining money.

When he came to the prison office, Jude said to the prison guard at the front desk: "Hi, I'm looking for Deputy Warden Bob Dylan."

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No, but I have a friend imprisoned here, and I want to do business with him."

The prison guard immediately showed a comprehending expression, because this kind of thing is too common, especially in Gotham, a city that has been completely corrupted.

It can be said that as long as you have money, they dare to release even death row prisoners. At least in this respect, they have more power than the president. After all, the president's amnesty is still limited in number.

Bringing Jude to the room where Bob Dylan was, the prison guard left wisely, and sent away the people next to him by the way.

"Hello, Deputy Warden."

Because he was more than ten years old, Bob Dylan didn't recognize him, but politely asked him to sit down. Who would hate a rich boy?

"Tell me, sir, who is your friend? When did he come in? For what crime? Knowing this, I can give you a suitable price."

"The price? Is it really good to be so blatant? Mr. Deputy Warden."

Bob Dylan laughed: "This is Gotham!"

"Yes, this is Gotham. I'm afraid there are not many righteous people except Batman."

"Hush!"

Bob Dylan's complexion changed: "Don't mention that name, it's taboo, no one likes it."

"Okay, sir, I think we should talk about business and talk about your friend's situation."

Jude smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you really didn't recognize me. I'm Jude Herbert. I just came here four days ago, but you just threw me out."

After Jude finished speaking, Bob Dylan looked at him carefully for a while, feeling a little familiar, and then he was startled and then grinned.

"It turned out to be you, what? Did you come to send me money again? As long as you can pay another 3,000 dollars, I can tell you where your friend was sent."

"To be honest, that's not a good place. Prison can be regarded as heaven compared to that place. Your friend's name is Ai... Ivy, right, a thin, poor little rabbit, I don't know how many days she can last .”

For Jude Herbert in front of him, Bob Dylan didn't have the slightest worry. A pauper with no money and no power, a Gotham scum, so what if he is dissatisfied? Lao Tzu is a dignified deputy warden, and he can be ranked in the second echelon in the police circle.

"Of course I need to know where Ivy was sent, but $3,000 is too little. I think $1,000,000 is about the same."

Bob Dylan froze for a moment, then turned around and roared, "You dare to tease me! Get out of my prison immediately, immediately!"

Jude said lightly: "$100,000 plus news from my friend,

Tell me and I'll go. "

"Billy, damn it, where did you die? Get this poor guy out of here!"

With a bang, a prison guard, a burly man with a height of two meters, broke in, took a look at the situation and rushed towards Jude.

The small laser transmitter was held in his hands at some point, Jude raised his eyebrows and said, "If you dare to take a step closer, you will spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."

The faces of the two of them changed drastically, and they thought that Jude was holding a gun, but after a closer look, they found something wrong. Where is this a gun? It's clearly a broken toy.

He was actually frightened by a poor man with a toy, and the burly prison guard Billy was immediately annoyed, and he stretched out his big hand to grab Jude's shoulder.

Although it would be very troublesome to kill the opponent, it would be much easier to crush a few bones of him, after all, anyone would fall while walking.

puff!

Different from the noise of bullets ejected from the chamber, there was only a low muffled sound when the laser fired, followed by a bang, the ground shook slightly, and the two-meter-tall man fell to the ground.

"what!"

A heart-piercing howl came out of his mouth, and the left leg that was hit had melted away, leaving only the black and scabbed knee.

Not a small movement instantly detonated the Heimen Prison, and dozens of prison guards ran over with electric batons and guns.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor, Jude pointed the transmitter at Bob Dylan, smiled and pouted at him.

Bob Dylan looked at Jude in horror, pretended to be calm and yelled out the door: "I just broke the water glass, you bastards, get out and work!"

Although Billy was still howling, but since Bob Dylan had spoken, the other prison guards could only obey, who made this place Gotham, who made him just a wage earner.

"Very smart decision, can you talk about my request now?"

Bob Dylan said embarrassingly: "Sir, you threatened a judicial officer with a gun, and you did not end well."

"Really? You might as well listen to this."

Jude unhurriedly took out the miniature listening device, turned on the loudspeaker, and the conversation between the two just now was played immediately.

"Although the roots of Gotham are rotten, I believe there are still some good officials in it, such as Commissioner Gordon and Prosecutor Fatile May."

"If the recording falls into their hands, I think you, the deputy warden, will be done. If you dig deeper into your black material, it is not impossible to squat in the cell for decades."

"Son of bitch! How dare you threaten me!"

"No, you got the concept wrong Mr. Bob, this is just a business, but it was originally worth $3,000, and you relied on your ingenuity to make it $100,000."

"Now tell me your choice, provide me with information and money or spend the rest of your life in prison with the prisoners you abused. If you choose the latter, you might as well exercise your ass beforehand. It's better to let it relax a little bit , trust me, this will work for you."

Half an hour later, Jude walked out of the prison with $10,000 in his pocket, feeling refreshed. By tomorrow, another 90,000 US dollars will arrive in the account. With this money, he can make some interesting things.

However, Ivy's news still hasn't been found, and Bob Dylan doesn't know where she was sent, which is a trouble.