Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

The earth is burning, and huge scarlet phalanxes are spread all over the planet...

When the god on earth named "Clark Kent" puts on the red and blue suit again, he no longer brings hope, but destruction.

The timeline is facing collapse, and the time bought by heroic sacrifice is still running out...

justice?

Justice is dead.

The Injustice Alliance is about to rise.

This is...the apocalypse.

Can the killer from another world prevent the destruction of the world? When he returns home, can he end this endless reincarnation and end the evil deeds of the evil gods outside the world?

I am looking forward too……

So! Welcome to the final volume of Ultimate Assassin...

Ragnarok.

The curtain is raised, the lights are in place, and the actors are on stage...

Good show...

Opening! ! !

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Arkham Asylum is an independent island located in Gotham. What separates the city from Arkham is a solid bridge.

Very few people would choose to visit here. After all, the people of Gotham, with their simple folk customs, would go to jail from time to time for robbing money, sex or illegal transactions. However, ordinary criminals basically either go to jail or find ways to escape. They never do. One wants to be put in Arkham as a madman...

Because the safety factor here is too low.

Being a guard at Arkham Asylum has always been a high-risk occupation, with a mortality rate as high as 98.57%. If it weren't for the high salary subsidized by Wayne Group, normal people would never want to apply for it.

Because if you get in, you won’t get out alive.

If the tenants of Arkham are in a good mood, maybe the guards of Arkham can live a good life for a while, but if they are in a bad mood one day, they may smash the furniture like a group of demolishers, or they may directly Become all villains and blow Arkham to pieces.

Just like today.

"Boom!!!"

A shocking explosion resounded across the sky of Arkham. In the deepest VIP suite, a pair of laughing lovers were admiring the physical fireworks made of countless red-headed missiles. The explosion raised dust and the earth was shaking with crazy laughter. The sound is sharp enough to penetrate anyone's eardrums!

"Hey hee hee hee~ pinch hahahaha!"

"It's Party Time! P, A, R, T, Y (why)? Because I gotta! (Now! It's party time! Why? Because I want to play!)"

Holding Harley's slender waist with one hand and grabbing Harley's slender hands with manicures on the other, spinning in the music of explosions and sirens, that's what he wanted to do!

Oh, the world needs a little smile, doesn’t it?

After all, not everyone keeps a straight face and smiles like a stinky bat every day, friends...

Why so serious?

The roar of armed helicopters resounded, and countless heavily armed gangsters rappelled into the smoke-filled Arkham Asylum. One of them was parked steadily on the outside of the broken wall of the VIP suite. The rope ladder was lowered, and Joker painted An exaggerated smile spread across her painted face, and she whispered softly: "Oh, Harry, baby... shall we go on a date?"

"Yes! Sweetheart! Hee hee hee hee~" Hallie applied a smear on her crying face, and the makeup she spent was instantly smudged by her swipe, and a crazy beauty was born! "Oh, Mr. J, you are so romantic, I love you so much!"

"Romantic? Oh, my poor Harley, where are you now?" Joker laughed, hugged Harley, jumped into the air, and firmly grasped the swaying rope ladder! "Today is your big day, and I want to give you the whole city to watch the fireworks!"

"Burn! Gotham! Burn!"

"Ehehehehehehe~"

"It's time to put a smile on Gotham's trash!"

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"Young Master, the mistress is calling. She will be coming to Gotham soon."

On the streets of Gotham, on the roadside near the Gotham Bridge, a black Lincoln was parked. After answering the phone obediently, the driver of the car spoke anxiously to the unhappy boy outside the car.

"I said, I won't go back until I kill that man!" Damian Al Ghul, or Damian Wayne, roared with great dissatisfaction, "Mother, this Whose life do you want to threaten me with? My poor history teacher? Or the guard brother who taught me how to use a knife? "

"Since she wants me to be an emotionless killing machine, then she should know that these threats are meaningless to me!"

"Boom!!!"

A huge explosion came from the distance, the ground was shaking, the Gotham Bridge was shaking violently, and even the steel cables supporting the bridge showed signs of breaking!

"Little Lord!"

The driver anxiously opened the door to let Damian in. They had to find a way to get out of here now, but Damian... obviously didn't think so.

Damian quickly opened the trunk and took out a slender black samurai sword. Then, he tore the small suit on his body into pieces, revealing the black ninja uniform inside.

Damian Al Ghul, the grandson of Lars Al Ghul, the "Head of Demons", the son of Thalia Al Ghul, the only orthodox heir of the Shadow Warrior Alliance, the "Son of the Devil"!

How could he run?

Fear never comes to him, he only goes to fear. If the man he must defeat is the fear of Gotham itself, then he must become an existence beyond fear!

"That direction is... Arkham Asylum?" The driver realized something was wrong, but it was too late. He shouted to Damian: "Young Master! Come back! It's dangerous over there! Arkham Asylum has been invaded. Yes, the lunatic inside has escaped!"

"That's the point, Gary." Damian slowly put on the black hood and slung the katana behind his back. He turned back slightly and said loudly, "The madmen have escaped, so that man will soon be there." Will get here.”

"I didn't expect that my journey in Gotham would end so soon...tell mother!"

"I! Damian al Ghul! Stronger than Batman!"

"Whoosh!"

The black rope gun was instantly drawn out and fired, and the rope, carrying the young body that looked to be only a teenager, rushed towards the burning Arkham!

Damian didn't know that at this time, at the top of Gotham's clock tower, two killers named Wilson were observing through binoculars.

"Is it him?"

Slade asked in a deep voice, holding a telescope.

"Oh yes, my dear cousin, this is the cub of that stinking bat, 100% pure Wayne family blood. Look at his bitter and hateful face, which is exactly the same as Bruce's. Wade smiled and moved his shoulders, "How about we let these brats join in the fun?"

"No need." Slade showed a cold smile, "Our job is to teach the naughty children, what does the life and death of Gotham have to do with us?"

"Batboy will take care of his own city."

"Well, I don't know how Bruce will react when he finds out that he is going to be a father." Wade shrugged helplessly, "I still want to see a good show."

"Until then, put on your mask." Slade lowered the telescope gently and looked at the burning Arkham. "Your face will disgust me."

Upon hearing this, Wade raised his middle finger to Slade unceremoniously.

"Faxlade!"