Maybe everything was destined, poor Old Bob spent his whole life dealing with junk fast food, and just like the patrol cops at the bottom, his diet consisted of cream donuts, bacon sandwiches, fried chicken burgers, and the like.
Three fast-food meals a day, followed by a cup of hot cocoa after eating, sit back in the office watching the monitors, then go home after work to drink a little more, and snore in bed.
This is a lifestyle filled with calories.
This naturally brought him a lot of health problems, such as being overweight, shortness of breath, heart disease, a bunch of bad things like the three highs syndrome, etc.
But it also brought him benefits, for example, like today, when someone tried to split him in half, it just cut open the fat on his chest and abdomen.
Although some intestines spilled out, such an injury was not fatal.
The man was unconscious, but it should just be a shock, so the ambulance soon loaded him up and planned to send him to the hospital for treatment.
Arkham had its own doctors and infirmary, but after the flood, the doctors had not yet reported, maybe they were taken out by some hero when they turned into fish earlier.
Fortunately, they still had cars that could start, the Wayne Group sponsored Arkham for a comprehensive upgrade, not only strengthening the security measures but also providing a lot of logistical equipment.
Although they didn't know why Bruce Wayne was so kind-hearted, he donated money all over, that playboy was just rich, who else could control how he spends money? Moreover, the guards also benefited, at least the situation of patients escaping prison was reduced, and their chances of survival increased....
In the speeding ambulance, the sounds of the engine running, and the rain hitting the roof could be heard.
"Vital signs monitoring ready!.... Wait, except for a slightly fast heartbeat, his vital signs are very stable." The nurse hurriedly stuck the leads all over Bob, it was really a bit difficult to stick them on skin that was covered in blood.
The car was driving on the bridge, whether going to the new city or the old city hospital, they had to cross the river, the doctor and nurse switched places, themselves watching the vital signs monitor inside the swaying wagon.
Strange, this old guard's body could be said to be healthier than healthy.
"This... damn it, I've been practicing medicine for twenty years and have never seen someone with their stomach opened up still this healthy."
"Yeah, this really..."
As the medical duo stared at the instruments, the 'Bob' on the bed in front of them suddenly sat up completely covered in blood.
Before they could even scream, the old man knocked them out one by one with age-defying moves.
"Surprise! Friends, though I enjoy the time with you all, the taste of the drugs here always reminds me of a chemical factory, but I still have business to attend to, no time to play with you, hehehehe...."
He pulled a dagger out of his belly, cut through the straps binding him, and directly pushed open the ambulance door to jump out.
Jumping off a vehicle traveling at high speed made him roll a long way on the ground like a ball, but with the flood and it being late at night, there was no danger of being hit by other vehicles, so he just got covered in mud and quickly stood up.
Whether it was from the pain or the success of escaping, he lowered his head and chuckled, which quickly turned into a laugh toward the sky, the rain washed away the blood on him, revealing his corpse-like pale skin.
He reached to the wound on his chest and pressed slightly, after tearing open the muscle and fat, what was revealed wasn't internal organs, it was a purple suit.
Mad Laugh wanted to kill him, thought he couldn't guess? Playing dead to escape may be old-fashioned, but it's very useful.
Joker's gear looked like the kind of mascot costume commonly seen in amusement parks, only this was the overweight old man version.
The heroes sent him back to Arkham, didn't that just mean going home? Everything was at home, not to mention just a fake skin suit?
Nameless is nice, but Gotham's chameleon wasn't just her alone, Arkham had a lot of talent, and none of them would refuse Joker's requests.
The Joker had successfully broken out of Arkham over a hundred times, he didn't believe Green Arrow couldn't think of this, rather he thought it was possibly due to Deathstroke's instructions.
The Joker had a very special constitution, even his unconscious time was much shorter than others, it's very likely at that time Arthur knocked his head, and he woke up before even falling down.
But he played dead to see the commotion, while conveniently shaking off that crazy woman Harley, afterward, he and Deathstroke, two smart men, silently reached a deal.
Alright, it seems like Deathstroke was still as shrewd as ever, needing his help to deal with the Laughing Bat, yet didn't give any benefits, so stingy....
But he himself was very willing anyway.
The car hadn't driven very far before it stopped, a figure came down from the driver's cabin.
That was the real old guard Bob, who at this time was wearing a baseball cap and a white coat.
Looking at the Joker laughing nonstop at the sky, Bob was a bit timid and didn't dare to approach, today's Joker was too crazy, he couldn't even wait until the parking!
"Come on, quickly, my friend." Joker pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, slapping his own face hard: "Quickly take your money! Look! They're hitting me, trying to fly into your pocket! It hurts so much, help me quickly, hahahaha...."
"Mr. Joker, I've done everything you said." Bob shuffled forward in small steps.
"Yes, yes, my good old man, we are old friends, just call me dear Joker, haha, here you go, this time it's fifty thousand, though it's a bit wet, money is money, even if it falls into a cesspool, someone will still love it, right?"
The Joker extended his hand, and a thick wad of cash trembled slightly in the rain.
The temptation of money outweighed the fear, he had worked with the Joker countless times.
He was one of the Joker's insiders in Arkham.
At first, the Joker threatened his family, but after a few times, the Joker got a bit tired of it; having his men kidnap the guards' families each time was quite troublesome.
So later he resorted to bribery, and Bob did indeed need some money.
Besides, this special employment relationship only took effect after the Joker was imprisoned; he just needed to follow the Joker's instructions, while facing other patients, he was still an honest and good person.
Without even having to think, he got an increase in his retirement fund; over the years, he had earned four to five million from the Joker, and the Joker had also protected him during several Arkham uprisings.
Otherwise, how could a fat, aging guard survive until normal retirement? During each riot, as long as he stayed near the Joker's cell, no one dared to come near him.
Today his task was simply to change clothes and sit in the driver's seat of an ambulance waiting for the right moment; that was all he knew of the Joker's plan.
Perhaps there were other insiders, but no one other than the Joker himself knew; everyone was just a part of the plan.
He took the cash, stuffed it into his pants pocket, making it bulge: "Of course, dear Joker."
"Did you bring a gun?" The Joker didn't retract the hand that handed over the money, instead, he moved his finger.
Bob hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth and handed his gun to the Joker.
The Joker took the gun and aimed it at Bob, watching the old man's eyes suddenly fill with terror, he laughed and wiped the rain off his face.
Then he turned the gun on himself, put it in his mouth, tested it, and satisfactorily put it away.
Some might think the Joker would kill the guard, but he's the Joker, an unpredictable person; he acts according to his mood, and today he was in a good mood.
"As a reminder to an old friend, you'd better get out of town quickly, I'm planning a big showdown with Batman this time." The Joker walked to the edge of the bridge, watching the swollen river surge below in the heavy rain, the murky black liquid roaring furiously.
Bob breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought the Joker was going to kill him, but he also figured it out; the Joker didn't need a gun to kill him.
If he refused to hand over the gun, the Joker would definitely see it as a betrayal. This madman would not only kill him but his entire family.
Thankfully, it seemed like he had taken the right gamble.
"I know, I'm retiring now." Bob nodded to the Joker.
The Joker showed a regretful expression: "I'll miss you, maybe I'll come over for Thanksgiving dinner sometime, remember to open the door for me, hahahaha...."
With that, the Joker didn't wait for any response from Bob. He dove off the bridge in a Chaplin-style dive, the billowing waves instantly swallowing the small purple figure.
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At Gordon's strong request, Su Ming, after a moment of thought, took him to Wayne Manor, where in the Bat Cave below the house, not only did he see Batman unconscious after surgery, but he also met the Teen Titans.
The sightseeing tour of the Bat Cave had just begun for those kids, and Damian had no intention of introducing anything, he just folded his arms, standing by Batman's sickbed, watching the comatose Batman.
No, to be precise, it was Bruce Wayne, whose Batman Uniform had been cut to shreds by the Final Machine during the rescue, now resembling a primitive man newly covered with a leaf.
The Holy Statue Uniform quickly transformed, reverting to a dry black suit, with Strangulation producing a red rose at the pocket on the chest.
Yes, Strangulation saw it; in the host's understanding, that's how a Godfather should look; if only there was a cat in hand, it would be perfect.
However, Su Ming still refused Strangulation's suggestion to transform into a cat, with so many people around, how could a brawny man play with a cat in public?
Strangulation is great, not only is it convenient to use, but it also greatly enhances his strength and self-healing ability, though it always tries to make inappropriate moves at inappropriate times.
This is unavoidable, after all, it's not human; it can't comprehend things like dignity or self-respect.
So internally, Su Ming often feels helpless, scolding it with a ferocious look: 'Strangulation! Don't you ever consider the atmosphere before doing things?!'
But this didn't stop Strangulation from continuously making suggestions, meaning Su Ming's life would continue like this; this was the inevitable trouble of being a Symbiote Host.
As the symbiosis time extends, the Symbiote becomes more like the host; the more a monster resembles a human, the more terrifying it becomes, which is known as the uncanny valley effect.
Perhaps he should ask Harley to give Strangulation a Turing test sometime?