I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 197 Talented Arkham, DC's Strongest Weapon Research Institute
"Harry, I have an idea, maybe I can force the court to settle with you." Dr. Hugo said.

"Just reconciliation?" Harry frowned.

"If there is no reconciliation, can the court be eliminated?"

Dr. Hugo disapproved, "The ballad of the Court of Owls has been sung in Gotham for hundreds of years.

Even a single sow should give birth to millions of 'pig warriors' after hundreds of years of reproduction.

Can you challenge millions of wild boars alone?
Wild boars can't beat them, let alone intelligent humans?

In particular, the court takes an absolutely elite route.

As long as the average IQ of the members of the court is half of mine, they should rule half of the United States in a few hundred years.

No matter how strong your individual strength is, you can't challenge the government of the United States, right? "

Harry patted the bald doctor on the shoulder, and sighed: "Doctor, don't underestimate yourself, the IQ of an owl is probably only one-tenth of yours."

"Oh, you think so?" Dr. Hugo grinned.

"A cooing owl (bird)." Harry said with a wooden face.

Dr. Hugo was stunned, and then his face twisted. He was ten times smarter than the cooing owl. How could it be a compliment?
"What did I say wrong?" He asked unwillingly.

"A sow reproduces for hundreds of years, and in the end there may not be a single pig hair left. There is not only that sow and inexhaustible pigweed left in the world, and the earth is not just a power of the Owl Court."

Dr Hugo argued: "I'm just metaphorically telling you that the courts are powerful."

"Do you know how many members the court has?" Harry asked.

Dr. Hugo shook his head.

"Know their specific wealth?"

The bald doctor shook his head again.

"Do you know Talon?"

He still shook his head.

"So, what do you know about courts other than 'they're invincible' to scare yourself?"

Dr. Hugo smiled wryly and shook his head, "Okay, I'm too timid. However, it's not good for you to tear yourself apart with the court, right?"

"Let's talk about how to force them to reconcile with me." Harry said.

"Respect yourself!" Dr. Hugo said excitedly, his eyes shining brightly: "A stable and unified underground world is actually the most beneficial to the rich in Gotham.

Because ordinary criminals have no ability to commit crimes against them, associations and gangs with sufficient capabilities, and families and businesses, are under your rule and cannot act recklessly.

If there are a few criminal gangs in Gotham right now, they are targeting the big names on the Upper East Side, but you, the Godfather of Gotham Hey, don’t care and let them do whatever they want.

And what if, among the great dead, there happened to be some owls—not cooing owls. "

He glanced at Harry resentfully, "Do you think the court is in a hurry?"

"This idea is not new." Harry shook his head lightly, "There are two reasons why I didn't implement it.

First of all, I am not in a hurry, I have enough time to spend with them.

You also said that instead of developing business, I have been focusing on martial arts practice.

The longer the time dragged on, the stronger I became, and the more elite my little brother was trained.

However, after decades or hundreds of years of development, they have reached the mature stage of power, or even the stage of decline, and their power will not be greatly improved.

Secondly, every time there is a wanton criminal gang in Gotham's underground world, the cornerstone of my rule collapses.

Because, I am now the Queen of the Underworld.

Many times, the subjects are willing to listen to the king's words, not because the king's words are so wise, but because those who disobey have been punished.

Once someone is disobedient and safe and sound, the number of rebels will grow like weeds. "

Dr. Hugo was silent.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the court." Harry asked with great interest: "Can you replicate the fear gas of 'Mr. Scary'?"

Mr. Horror, Klein, is the "Fear Killer" who made a scene in Gotham a few months ago (Chapter 151, Scarecrow's father).

Scary killers kill their victims in whatever way they fear most, then take their adrenal glands.

Ordinary people in Gotham only know that he is a pervert, but they don't know that he is actually looking for materials and deploying fear gas.

Well, to make poison gas out of the adrenal glands of those who fear death.

GCPD did not make this information public.

Before being killed by Gordon, old Klein, the fear killer, had already prepared a fear gas, and the first victim of the gas was his son.

Old Klein believes that only by awakening the greatest fear in the subconscious through the fear gas, can one overcome fear and gain detachment—it is the same idea as Batman to face fear and overcome fear.

Therefore, he injected all the fear venom he had just invented into his son.

Little Klein was then admitted to Arkham Asylum.

At the beginning, Harley simply thought that the fear killer was an ordinary pervert with little value.

Thanks to Dr. Hugo for discovering its major "business opportunity".

He assured Harley that fear gas was definitely a more potent weapon than arc bombs.

Uh, the arc bomb was invented by "The Electrocutor" (Chapter 146), which once took Maroney's lair and wiped out the entire police station.

Harry still hasn't figured out how the arc bomb works.

In short, a large amount of electrical energy (ideas) is stored in a device the size of a grenade, and when it is thrown out, it will produce an arc effect similar to that of a Tesla coil-the exploded electric spark actively attacks living people within the range, and the voltage is particularly high.

Harley was particularly impressed by the record of overthrowing hundreds of GCPDs in the police station by himself.

After becoming the godfather of Gotham, she secretly ordered Dr. Hugo to get the "patent" of the electric arc bomb from the electrocutor.

The process went smoothly, Dr. Hugo promised better dormitory and food, Halle also signed a check for $50, and the electrocutor readily handed over the full set of technology.

After personally seeing the power of the bomb, Harley "Longyan Joy" immediately recognized the statement that "talented people come out of Arkham in large numbers", and asked Dr. Hugo to be a "headhunter" to evaluate the value of each "XX person"'s unique skills.

The electrocutor, the balloon man, the gas man, the penguin man, the freezing man, the double-faced man, the scarecrow man, the riddle man Gotham lacks everything, and there is no shortage of these "XX people".

The gas man is dead, but his "Double Snake Gas" formula (Chapter 141, the failure to strengthen the soldier's potion) still falls into Harry's hands.

Some time ago, Dr. Hugo told her that Mr. Fear's fear gas is more promising.

After hearing about the specific effects of the fear gas, Harry immediately realized: Isn't this the scarecrow's "exclusive weapon"?

Good thing, even Batman (Batman) can be overthrown, you must get it!
At this time, upon hearing Harley's question, Dr. Hugo proudly said: "After several months of careful care by me, the little Klein (scarecrow) who went crazy in extreme fear has recovered part of his mind.

At least remember the recipe for fear gas his father invented.

I have to admit that old Klein is a genius in biochemistry, and I am astonished at the ingenious conception of the poisonous fear gas. "

Harry nodded in satisfaction, and asked with a smile, "How much does Little Klein want?"

"His mind is in a daze, and he doesn't have a strong sense of autonomy. I extracted the formula from his brain through special means." Dr. Hugo said.

"Rules can't be broken! Let me give you a guaranteed reserve price of $50. If he returns to normal in the future, we can discuss it slowly." Harley said kindly.

"What if he refuses to sell it?" Dr. Hugo frowned.

"Anyway, I have already got the formula, if you don't want to sell it, just kill him quietly."

Harry still had an amiable expression on his face.

Hugo was numb.

After a long time, he said: "The electrocutor seems to have a good taste, and he has come up with a set of 'electric shock therapy', and wants to sell it to you. I wonder if you are interested?"

"What do I want that thing for?" Harry asked with a look of disgust.

"It can turn people into puppets, and let them do whatever they want."

Harry hesitated and asked: "You are an expert in this field, how high-tech do you think it is, and what application prospects does it have?"

"The technical content is very high. If it is published in "Nature", it will definitely become the cover topic of the magazine. What's the prospect?"

Hugo frowned, "It's hard to directly help you improve your strength, but knowledge itself is invaluable."

"That's okay, buy it, and use it as a technical reserve. One day, my 'Arkham Civil Science Research Institute' will surpass Luthor, Wayne, Quinn (Green Arrow), Red Room (the strongest dc, Cyborg's father), top-notch (Flash) and other weapons laboratories." Harry said proudly.

The corner of Hugo's mouth twitched, and he took out a pot the size of a thermos from the cabinet and handed it to Harry.

"This is my modified fear gas based on the formula. Not to mention inhaling it, it will make you crazy if it touches your skin."

Harry took the stainless steel tank and said in a low voice, "I need more fear gas, at least in tons."

Hugo's pupils contracted, and he said in a trembling voice, "It only takes one ton of poisonous gas to destroy half of Gotham. With a few tons, do you want to slaughter the city and destroy the country?"

"The Bronze Tiger is from an assassin organization, you know that?" Harry said meaningfully.

"Can't you reconcile?" Hugo turned pale.

"It's been so long, and no one came to see me." Harry said lightly.

Hugo frowned and said: "With the conditions of Arkham's small laboratory, it is almost impossible to complete your task.

Preferably in a madhouse or in Indian Hills, secretly build a small workshop-style chemical factory.

However, it costs a lot of money.Even if the raw materials are not counted, only the equipment will cost at least 2000 million US dollars.

The factory not only produces gas, but also assembles it into grenades, shells, missiles and other weapons. "

"Build it." Harry hardly hesitated.

"I can only promise that the factory will be built within half a year, and the annual output will not be less than ten tons." Dr. Hugo said solemnly.

Carrying a jar of fear gas back to the fighting arena, Harley was about to taste it himself, when Jim Gordon, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came to the door with a tired and embarrassed face.

"Harry, I... I'm not a cop now, you know?"

He stammered and his eyes twinkled.

"Really, I really don't know, you won't be fired, right?" Harry asked in surprise.

Based on his insistence on protecting the law, he should not voluntarily resign.

Gordon nodded lightly, "I had a long conflict with Luo Zhu, and he took the opportunity to demote me from the detective of the crime team to a regular patrol.

Half a month later, I found an excuse and directly revoked my position. "

"You're looking for me to restore your identity?" Harry asked.

Gordon's face turned pale, "If possible, it would be best to kick Lob away."

Harry looked at his face speechlessly, it wasn't too big.

(End of this chapter)