Task Force X's Team B had already crossed the river and reached the Arkham District, but the changes here were simply too drastic.
Even the "guides" were somewhat at a loss.
However, the Talon reserves, who were highly trained, reacted swiftly and climbed onto the nearby rooftops to survey the situation.
Team A, which had been scouting ahead, made it safely to the heart of the Arkham District and looked at Arkham Asylum ahead of them.
The towering building did not look like an asylum at all. It looked more like some important government department.
"Hey, being locked up in there would still be better than prison. When will CIA prisons become this humane?"
Captain Boomerang leaned against the wall and joked lightly.
"If you want to go in, I can help you!"
"Tch, who wants to go to a hospital?"
Captain Boomerang replied with a grin, then turned to look at El Diablo beside him—only to see that El Diablo had not spoken at all.
"Who's there?" Captain Boomerang reacted at once.
With a rumble, bricks and stones flew everywhere.
A thick arm violently smashed through the wall, its massive fist slamming heavily into Captain Boomerang.
It sent him flying like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground and rolling several times.
"You dare come to Arkham? You're courting death!!!"
Like some ancient beast, Croc-Man stepped through the hole in the wall, his enormous body radiating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
The muscles on his body had burst through his suit, leaving it draped over him like strips of cloth. His pale green scales gleamed beneath the streetlights.
Paired with those vertical, cold-blooded pupils, he looked like a monster that had stepped straight out of an illustrated storybook.
For an instant, even El Diablo was frozen