American comics: This guy is crazy

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

In the second compartment of the third row of the storage room.

Allen is looking forward to any unexpected changes.

Snapped!

A hidden grid pops up.

There was another letter inside.

It's so sentimental. It plays with mystery. I like it.

Allen opened the envelope and wrote to look for the letter under the third washing machine in the laundry room.

who is it?

Suddenly, Allen realized that someone was playing tricks on him. His wise little eyes looked around, as if looking for suspicious people, but he was the only one in the storage room.

I must find out who you are.

Allen said carefully: The woman screamed on the spot, and the man flicked his penis a hundred times.

Walk out of the storage room and head straight to the laundry room.

Edward and Cobot, who were hiding in the corner, watched his back quietly.

Who is so boring and playing with a mentally ill person?

Edward's brain was spinning rapidly, and he first filtered through the criminals in Arkham Asylum. He felt that it was impossible. How could a group of idiots who only knew violent means come up with a serial plan.

I think middle-aged people wearing tights at night are quite boring. Cobot said casually.

I agree with this. I guess Batman thinks he's handsome and claims to be the embodiment of justice, but he's actually a violent maniac with psychological trauma. Edward nodded in agreement.

In fact, Bruce really has psychological problems, and the shadow of his parents' death has always been lingering.

The two sneakily tracked Allen to the laundry room.

Hiding at the door and sticking his head out, he saw Allen lifting the heavy washing machine with one hand and taking out the third letter.

Open each washing machine in 9517 in turn, and you will get a surprise.

Allen hesitated: How about forget it.

The hands are raised unconsciously, and the small left and small right are on the line.

My dear, don't continue. It may be a trap. Don't make me worry about you.

Alan, you are a coward, a mentally ill coward. How can you sleep at night if you don't see what it is?

Allen looked at his right hand, then glared at his left hand, and retorted: I am not a coward. No one dares to be a grandson.

Decisively, start the washing machine in sequence.

As the washing machine began to fill with water and entered the drum shaking program, something finally changed.

puff…

There was a sound like a leaking valve.

The wall sank in, and a passage immediately separated.

Looking down the dark passage, Allen peeked furtively in and muttered: It's so dark without even turning on the light.

He reached out and touched the wall of the entrance.

With a click, the passage became bright and transparent, and he walked inside without hesitation.

Fear does not exist.

The scarier it is, the more exciting it is.

He's gone in, do you want to follow him?

Of course I want to find out what's going on. Otherwise, why are you following me?

Edward and Cobot looked at each other and decided to see what the mystery was.

After all, it’s human nature to be curious.

Besides, with Allen as the forward, they would run away when the situation was bad.

Hey!

Ah…

ah…

Just as they were about to step in, Allen rushed out from the entrance, which was so frightening that their hearts pounded.

I caught you. Allen said triumphantly: You might as well let me expose this troublesome battle.

Forehead…

Edward realized that Allen had misunderstood that they were playing a prank, and explained: We didn't do it. We dug a secret tunnel and couldn't hide it from everyone.

This is indeed the case. Putting aside the issue of tools, just drilling through the wall to build a passage is not a small project, and security is not deaf-mute.

The only reasonable explanation is that when Arkham Asylum was built, a secret passage was already reserved in the drawings.

Having said that, I'm even more excited, hey hey hey..., baby, I'm coming.

Allen broke into the secret passage without thinking, leaving Edward and Cobot stunned.

Don't they even think about whether there is danger? Allen's actions regardless of safety made them hesitate.

Mentally ill people are not afraid of death, but they are.

The origin of Arkham Asylum can be traced back to the 1950s. For such a long time, it is not clear who designed and built it.

If you don't take a look, if there's a problem, pull out.

If something goes wrong, there can be no hesitation.

After thinking again, the Riddler and Penguin stepped into the secret passage.

After walking only a few meters, there was a strange sound behind him.

Looking back, I was surprised to find that the entrance to the secret passage was closing.

Run quickly.

Edward shouted and wanted to withdraw from the secret passage.

Unfortunately, it was a step at night after all, and by the time we got to the door, there was no longer enough space for a normal person to pass through.

Knock on the concrete wall, and the dull echo can tell that the wall is very thick.

Now, there was a dilemma.

He had no choice but to go downstairs and catch up with Allen.

After a while, I walked along the secret passage to the bottom, and there was a track hidden underground.

Hurry up and get in the car, I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Allen sat on a rail car and waved to the two of them.

A railcar full of rust and mud, the underground track remains dry and has no corrosion or rust, just an extra layer of dust-like rust.

Edward and Cobot acted as coolies, manually driving the rail car forward.

Driving through a long tunnel, there are dim yellow lights along the way.

This looks very much like an underground military fortification. Could it be a secret military transportation line? Edward guessed.

During the time when Arkham Asylum was built, it was during the Cold War, so it was only natural to arrange a shelter to avoid nuclear war.

The only nuclear missile crisis in the past made America's rich keen on building doomsday fortresses in secret.

There seems to be a door ahead.

Cobot pointed directly ahead, at the end of the railway track, with a dark iron door embedded in the surface of the wall.

When approaching, stop manual pressing and the rail car stops steadily.

The three of them stood in front of the door and looked at the dark iron door carefully.

There are no door handles at all, not even tight edges.

Suddenly, a red light lit up, scanning Cobot from beginning to end, followed by an electronic synthesized sound: The target's appearance does not match.

Immediately, he scanned Edward again and got the same result.

Unicron, I will not let you taint my body.

Just as the infrared scan came in, Allen changed his position to avoid it. He kept changing his position back and forth, acting very uncooperative.

As if anticipating such a problem, in a flash, infrared rays were emitted from multiple directions and scanned from different directions and angles.

Target matched, welcome back, Your Excellency, Commander.

The next second, the dark iron door rose on its own.

what's the situation! ?

what happened! ?

This scene made Edward and Cobot's cerebellum shrink.

Allen, Commander, could you be joking?

By letting a mentally ill person be the commander, the organization has narrowed its path.

Ahem..., no need to welcome.

Allen pretended to be calm and composed, putting his hands behind his back to pretend to be leading an inspection.

Walking into the iron gate, the interior scene came into view, and it was suddenly a secret base.