For so many years, Klein has faithfully performed the duties assigned to him by Downey, sending some key information to Cybertron.

Although some information was named by Cybertron to make him pay attention, such as the task of monitoring Blackhand William, which once made the clever Klein puzzled, he could not find the meaning of this task at all.

It wasn't until the answer was revealed that it suddenly became clear.

This time too, the limited and cautious monitoring of Tony has been carried out in secret.

Even now, Klein didn't want to understand what this "God Killer" really meant.

"It must be very scary to make Cybertron pay attention to today..." Klein turned his pen again.

...

Of course Klein would not understand the meaning of "God Killer". This is the strongest armor in Iron Man's history, and its status can rival Batman's Inferno armor.

This set of Godkiller battle armor, with a normal punch, can eliminate the million gods group. It is much stronger than the anti-celest battle armor. A properly eighth-level battle armor is stronger than the **** battle armor. Not quite right.

It is worth noting that this set of armor was not made by Tony himself, but through 451, Tony inherited the legacy of a super ancient civilization that almost wiped out the cosmic **** group.

The battle armor of the godslayer is the only remaining wealth left by this ancient civilization. This armor set once slaughtered the prosperous group of gods with only a dozen gods.

Such a terrifying war weapon is still an eight-level weapon that Tony can barely control with a mortal body. Cybertron doesn't worry about it because his brain is flooded.

The eighth level is the supreme **** in the multiverse. Even if it is placed in the realm of the gods, the eighth level is the lowest level capable of self-protection, and is the backbone.

Iron Man's Godslayer, Batman's Inferno Battlegear, has long been included in the list of high attention, waiting for the opportunity to take possession.

On the Hell Armor side, it is hard to say whether it will be born now, because the Seventh veteran of Zhenglian was dead and left because of Downey, directly losing half of it, and the **** bat was also due to dystocia.

But the Godkiller is different. It is lying there quietly, waiting for 451 to take the chosen one to inherit it. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, 451 chose the wrong target, resulting in Tony's inability to control the Godslayer.

This is Cybertron's opportunity.

...

Gotham City.

A rare sunny day.

What happened in New York did not arouse too much attention from outsiders. Anyway, the artificial intelligence around Tony has gone, and the extra humanoid robot is not a big deal.

Bruce is more concerned about the dynamics of the Sky Eye.

In the dimly lit bat cave, Bruce looked serious, trying to decipher the information intercepted from the Sky Eye Society. This process has been going on for many years. He couldn't believe in the Sky Eye Society, and was eager to know that the Sky Eye Society was even Cybertron. What are you planning on earth.

Bruce is not stupid. On the entire earth, many of Cybertron’s residents often appear, such as Iceman, Bobby’s team, and Transformers such as Bumblebee and Smoke Screen, spending most of their time on the earth.

And Downey's attention to the earth was obviously too much, Bruce stubbornly felt that there was something he didn't know in it.

"Another investigation with nothing?" With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Alfred offered a glass of boiled water.

"Don't make fun of me, Fu, no matter how difficult it is, I have to do it." Bruce stopped working and rubbed his eyebrows.

Indeed, once again failed to decipher, Cybertron's encryption methods are being upgraded every day, and it is so difficult for Bruce to catch up.

Entering middle age, the Batman's body is also bloated-not the almost inevitable increase in weight of office workers, but more big muscles, and his body becomes more sturdy and burly. Sensitivity may inevitably decrease, but considering the cost-effectiveness of the battle, his already declining sensitivity, choosing to increase his muscles and strengthen his body is undoubtedly the right choice.

Batman is very strict with himself, like a cold machine, he can't wait to count every cell in his body.

"Are there new criminals in Gotham City?" Bruce took a sip and said lightly.

"On the contrary, everyone has been quiet and shameless during this time, which makes me very uneasy, Master."

Sitting at another computer desk, Alfred quickly tapped a piece of code and opened a bird's-eye view of Gotham City.

"Especially the clown, every time he has been silent for a long time, it will always bring more terrible disasters. For example, the last time the clown virus almost destroyed Gotham! The last time, the clown got two nuclear bombs, which is a mere difference. It was launched in seconds. If it weren't for the smoke screen and entering 90,000 sets of passwords to hit the library in one breath, the world would be in chaos! One more time..."

Alfred narrated, like an elderly man who likes to break up the past and tell others.

But Bruce didn't want to hear this at all. He got a headache when he mentioned the clown~lightnovelpub.net~ The clown, a lunatic with no bottom line, had been silent for such a long time and didn't know what to plan. Bruce had an ominous premonition in his heart.

...Just as Bruce was worried, the Joker has been busy lately, he hooks up with someone who is well worth his time.

Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not a clown girl, it's an old wife and old wife, and the clown is not interested in being together with the clown girl like in love.

"According to what I said, compared to these boring things, we should take a long view..."

"Have you seen this foul-smelling city? What? Scent? Hey, don't use your superpowers. The smell is too strong and it chokes your nose."

"..."

The clown surrounded a person, turning around, desperately bewitching.

This little old man in a purple suit has short limbs, but his entire body seems to be enlarged. Although it seems to be about the same height as an ordinary earth person, his body proportions appear extremely uncoordinated.

"It's boring, I'm going to find Deadpool, and he said he wants to take me to the editorial office."

The troublemaker was very dissatisfied with his hands on his hips, closed one eye, glared at the clown with the other eye, and said dissatisfiedly: "Joker, your gameplay is outdated. The troublemaker is tired of playing long ago! You don't have any. Deadpool is interesting!"

"Ha! Do you think so? I think so too! So, I have always had a bold idea, playing a lot! I just don’t know if you dare~~" The clown jumped exaggeratedly in place, waving his arms desperately .

Sure enough, the troublemaker was aroused and said: "Say it!"

"Before starting this game, let's make a bet! The loser must give 99% of everything to the winner..." The clown lowered his voice and laughed.

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