Inside Arkham Asylum.
Gunfire rang without pause, and the slaughter never stopped.
"Those bastard dogs, those damn bitches!"
Croc-Man cursed crudely, tossed aside his overheated machine gun, and yanked a gleaming belt of ammunition from the ammo box behind him, wrapping it around his hand as a weapon.
Then he charged into Arkham Asylum.
At the stairs, an injured Talon saw Croc-Man rushing in and immediately hurled his dagger at him.
With a crack, Croc-Man swung the ammunition belt like a whip and knocked the flying dagger to the ground.
"Bastard, you know, I used to work part-time as an animal trainer at the circus. Get over here!"
Croc-Man lashed out with the ammunition belt, wrapping it around the Talon's neck in an instant, then gave it a savage tug.
The Talon pulled a dagger from his belt and charged at Croc-Man without hesitation, intending to take him down with him.
Croc-Man sneered, his fangs grinding together. Watching the Talon charge straight at him, he raised his fist and smashed it forward.
Croc-Man's huge, powerful frame also gave him an extraordinary reach. He had simply chosen the wrong path.
If he had truly gone into boxing, with a decent manager and company, he might even have won a championship or something. Though that crocodile hide of his would have been cheating.
His fist slammed forward with a bang.
It nearly blew the Talon's head apart. The man crashed backward onto the floor, his brains sloshing around several times.
Croc-Man walked over, grabbed the ammunition belt around the Talon's neck, pulled one end in each hand, and suddenly flexed his arms.
The pointed tips of the bullets became like saw teeth. Under Croc-Man's monstrous strength, they directly sawed the Talon's neck in half.
"You dare cause trouble in my territory? You're