aircannonsinc Chapter 218 Clayface and the Master of Mirrors' First Collaboration
Chapter 218 Clayface and the Master of Mirrors' First Collaboration
Chapter 218 Clayface and the Master of Mirrors' First Collaboration
"Everyone, let me introduce myself. This is Mudface."
As soon as the rogue gang stepped into the Red Desert, they saw several naked beauties standing like dolls displaying clothes in a department store, next to several bat-shaped airplanes parked on the red desert.
"Wow." The magician whistled lewdly at a woman as soon as he entered, but his laughter quickly vanished when he saw what was behind him.
A scene filled with naked women should be quite erotic, but if so many people are expressionless and blank-faced, then no one will...
"Hey, mud face, mud face!"
Killer Croc called out to Mudface twice, but received no response. So, he could only reluctantly say:
"Okay, I called you the wrong name, Robin, wake up!"
"What?" The magician swallowed hard and asked from the side, "Can anyone explain this to me...?"
But before he could finish speaking, he saw what seemed like a strange breeze blowing across the field.
Immediately afterwards, in front of the magician, the naked women began to boil, then embraced each other, boiling as they did so, and then their bodies actually began to merge.
The magician swore that "boiling" was the most fitting word to describe the scene before him. Those things that were still somewhat human-shaped were now melting like candles, or like boiling water, with tiny bubbles constantly rising to the surface as if they were collapsing uncontrollably.
As the women went wild, their faces constantly changed, sometimes appearing as old people, sometimes as children, men and women, young and old, and so on. The only thing they had in common was that they all stared intently at the members of the rogue gang with inhuman gazes.
A small flame slowly ignited on the heatwave's head, and the ordinary wooden stick in the weather wizard's hand, which he called a staff but was actually just an ordinary wooden stick, was slightly raised.
The magician slowly backed away, until he was right next to Captain Cold: "Hey, Snider, don't you think this is incredibly weird?"
"Who... is calling for Robin?"
Immediately afterwards, the magician heard a muffled voice.
He turned his head and saw those "people" twisted and coalesced together, with all sorts of arms and all sorts of distorted faces, finally turning into a large mound like a small hill...
屎？
What the hell? This pile of shit is even wearing Robin's uniform.
"Hey, snap out of it, Mudface, focus your attention here." Killer Croc kicked a pile of shit. "I know you can create countless clones, but Batman already told you that what's here is the most important! Come out and meet the new guy!"
Mudface: Stunned...stunned...
"what?"
Immediately afterwards, the pile of excrement came to life. At first, a gaping maw appeared, and then a huge eyeball materialized on the yellowish-brown "mountain of excrement." The eye rolled around twice before fixing its gaze on the members of the scoundrel gang.
The magician swallowed hard.
"So, Sam, these are the teammates you were secretly training with before?" he said. "Your mysterious combination skills?"
"Batman knew they were a match made in heaven the moment he saw the Mirror Master," Killer Croc said confidently. "Axel (the Magician's real name), you're the Mirror Master's teammate, you should know his abilities very well... like creating clones."
"What does that mean?" Heatwave asked.
"To be precise, it's about creating illusions and then materializing them, though it doesn't have to be materialized," the Weather Wizard said from the side. "But what does that have to do with Clayface? Clayface and Sam's abilities overlap."
"To be more precise," Captain Cold added from the side, "Sam can use mirrors to create mirror images, and then project them onto the mannequins he creates with solid mirrors, thus achieving a 'physical clone'."
Captain Cold shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. I was, after all, the leader of the Rogue Gang... okay, okay, Lisa, I used to be."
He waved to his sister, the Golden Glider, who was glaring at him.
"But all in all, I was once a competent leader, and I know each of you much better than you realize."
Killer Croc interjected, "But have you ever considered that since a mirror image can 'overlay' a dummy created from a mirror image, why can't it overlay a living person?"
"That's impossible."
Captain Cold said, "Sam knows exactly what actions the mirror dummy he created will take, so he can simultaneously project an illusion onto the dummy as it takes action. This is the first prerequisite."
He is very familiar with himself and the members of our gang of scoundrels, so he can perfectly replicate our appearance. This is the second prerequisite. Both conditions are indispensable.
He said, "But if the mirror phantom is trying to cover a living person... Firstly, a living person is not like the mirror dummy that Sam creates himself, whose every move is under his control. He simply cannot predict whether the living person will lift a foot or a hand next. That will inevitably cause a covering error, revealing the person being covered under the phantom."
"Secondly, no matter who you want to cover up, he can't be as familiar to Sam as a member of the Rogues or an enemy he's fought many times like the Flash. He might end up covering up blue clothes as purple, or missing a pendant or earlobe, making him instantly recognizable to someone who knows him. So what's the point of covering him up? Wait... hiss..."
As Captain Cold spoke, he began to stroke his chin:
"So, if we can make the Mirror Master know what actions the target is going to perform in sync, and become familiar with the target's appearance, then he can do it?"
He turned to Master Mirror: "Is this why you trained with Clayface for so long?"
"But how do you plan to solve these two problems? Hypnotize them like Harriet Raviel (Harriet Raviel, also known as the Pied Piper, a former member of the Rogues who later became a superhero)? But if you can even invade your target's mind—"
Then Captain Cold saw Killer Croc smile mysteriously.
"Come on," Captain Cold said to Killer Croc and the Mirror Master couple standing together, "What exactly have you two prepared? Just tell me. To be honest, your secrecy is making me feel a little uncomfortable."
"That's right... that's exactly it..." Heatwave and the Weather Wizard chimed in.
"Ah, but at first Batman and we weren't sure if it would work. And don't look at me,"
The Mirror Master scratched his head and said:
"They only told me that Mudface would perfectly synchronize with the target's movements, and then trained me to follow Mudface's movements to cover the target. I don't know how he predicted the other's movements. Until I came here, I wasn't sure if the plan had succeeded."
Then the entire gang of scoundrels focused their attention on Killer Croc, and he finally stopped keeping them in suspense.
Killer Croc walked over to a Batplane. The giant crocodile swung its tail and first skillfully pulled a Robin uniform from the co-pilot's seat and put it on. Then it opened the rear cabin of the plane and unloaded a large...
grinder?
"Ha, what's going on here?" the magician said.
"Let's help out first," Killer Croc said. "The other planes are carrying kryptonite. Unload them all. We need to be quick; Batman might need us at any time."
"Oh, okay." So the magician, wearing air-walking shoes, flew over, and the rogue gang and their members worked together to unload box after box of kryptonite.
"Goodness!" the magician exclaimed in surprise.
He opened a box, which was full of bright green kryptonite.
"That's definitely a lethal dose. Where did Batman get so much kryptonite?"
He muttered to himself:
"Damn it, I remember there was a joke among the villains that said, 'It's not that easy to use Kryptonite to fight Superman. Do you think you can just buy Kryptonite at a convenience store?' Well, that's it now."
He said, "The joke has become a reality this time."
"Regarding this," Killer Croc said while assembling the shredder, "Although Batman didn't tell me, I suspect these are all man-made."
He picked up a piece of kryptonite that looked like a brick: "I guess the research on artificial kryptonite started the very first second Batman saw it."
They moved piles of kryptonite to the center of several planes, and Killer Croc dragged a long power cable down from one of the planes and connected it to the power source.
The magician said, "So, we need to grind all the kryptonite into powder, and then..."
Then he saw Killer Croc take several shovels from the back of the plane, give one to each person, and then walk behind Mudface in front of everyone.
puff!
He shoveled the shovel straight into Mudface's buttocks, and with Mudface yelling, he shoveled off a large clump of mud from his body and threw it into the shredder.
"..."
Then he took a block of artificial kryptonite and threw it in as well. Mudface's body and the kryptonite powder quickly mixed together.
Everyone fell silent.
"What are you standing there for? Just do it," Killer Croc said. "Batman paid us, didn't he?"
"Oh, okay, okay." Then several shovels were also inserted into Mudface's body.
"Marco (the weather wizard)," Killer Croc said while working, "you're going to just throw this mixture of powder onto the battlefield along with the rain, understand?"
He said, "And you can remove the air and create a vacuum that blocks sound, right? So that sound can't be transmitted, and the target can't speak."
"That's right," the weather wizard replied.
"Great, let's do it together then."
"Killer Crocodile said. He unloaded another box of leaded rocket launchers from the plane next to him and handed it to the Weather Wizard: "When you make the smoke later, launch these leaded fireworks together, otherwise they'll be useless."
He pointed to the heatwave beside him: "Have Mike work with you to create rising steam, and scatter all this lead powder into the mist, making sure it fills every corner."
He then found a large pile of weapons made of kryptonite, scattered around, such as kryptonite crowbars, kryptonite knives, kryptonite spears, and so on. He distributed some of them to everyone, and then set the rest aside, specifically picking out a few crowbars:
"Batman likes crowbars... but we need to prepare other things too. We'll throw them down with the rain; he'll need them."
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The mechanical superhero knelt on the ground, savoring the taste of kryptonite.
His mind was completely absorbed by the kryptonite, and he didn't notice what else was mixed in with it.
To be honest, kryptonite didn't have a particularly big impact on him.
First, half of his body was made entirely of machinery, and the kryptonite could only weaken the organic parts of his body, which immediately reduced the power of the rain by half.
Secondly, these kryptonites clearly do not feel natural; rather, they seem to be artificially synthesized. Moreover, the technology is still very immature, and the purity is not very high. Although they can also be effective and provide a large quantity, they are ultimately not as lethal as natural kryptonites.
Therefore, considering all these factors, the mechanical superhero felt that he had been weakened to a negligible degree, but he still pretended to be unable to hold on, allowing Batman to kidnap Supergirl. His purpose was simple...
Wonder Woman.
He could clearly sense that the government was wary of him, and one of the main reasons for this was that he wasn't irreplaceable. He was powerful, far surpassing the likes of the katana and the metal man. The government needed him, but... that was all; he wasn't indispensable. Wonder Woman was equally powerful, and she could do everything he could, and she could also keep Batman in check.
Therefore, despite the current seemingly amicable relationship between him and the government, once he makes some excessive demands, the government is unlikely to agree to them, which would undoubtedly be very detrimental to his plans.
Therefore, he must make Wonder Woman completely break with the government. Even if that fails, he must at least make the government realize that they have no control over Wonder Woman.
The false sense of security among government officials would crumble instantly once Wonder Woman is gone.
He could use Batman as an enemy to thoroughly provoke the government's sensitive nerves by spreading the "Batman threat theory," and ideally, lead a plan that requires all superheroes to reveal their identities, thus completely escalating the conflict between the two...
But that's all in the future.
The mechanical superhero refocused his attention on what was in front of him.
Actually, he had another plan.
Steppenwolf.
This third-party enemy about to enter the battlefield can help him win back Supergirl, improve his image in front of the government, and perhaps even force Batman and Wonder Woman to confront the military head-on, completely breaking with the government.
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"Huff... huff... huff..."
Billy's heart was pounding. He was disheveled, filthy, and smelled like trash.
He mingled in the large crowd at the amusement park, staring in horror at Black Adam, who stood suspended in mid-air, having vanished without a trace of Shazam.
Just minutes ago, the young superhero Shazam faced his first encounter with his greatest enemy—Black Adam.
The result was an inevitable and utter defeat. Billy's Shazam form was no match for Black Adam; he had never suffered such a brutal beating since gaining his superpowers.
"I can't go home... Going home would endanger my family!"
Billy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and fled the amusement park with the crowd:
"Black Adam is too strong, I can't beat him, I'm going to find Batman!"
He shakily pulled out his phone and tried to make a call: "Batman gave me his phone number and his location, so I could find him or call him anytime..."
But what he didn't notice was that Black Adam had already spotted him in the crowd not far away.
(End of this chapter)