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And for our last song...

Now available is the third issue of Batch72, which is the conclusion to the “It’s a Mall, Mall, Mall World!” storyline. Giving a new spin to the term midnight madness, the super-villain Morgue has encased the entire UltraMall in ice and now holds everyone hostage using his mindless Ice Zombie.

Last time we saw Batch72, Pammy, Brown-out, and Kadi were frozen solid and the rest of the band were about to be attacked by Morgue’s Ice Zombies.

Could this be the end of Batch72?

Rushing to their rescue are the ULTRACOPS, Manila’s Finest Super-Enhanced Law-Enforcers and the JUSTICE COPRS, the most popular superhero team on Philippine television.

But will they be enough to stop Morgue?

Things get really interesting when the hostage situation is shown on TV and is seen by Kadi’s grandfather… and we all know that Kadi’s lolo is actually Doktor Kadiliman, that infamous villain from World War 2. Obviously, the old doctor will not just sit in his secret headquarters while some newbie villain holds his favorite apo hostage.

Just goes to show, in a world full of superheroes and villains, you get more than what you bargained for when you go to the mall.

BATCH72 No.3 is now available at at ComicQuest, SM Megamall. Only Php70.00.

Find out more about BATCH72 by going to: http://www.alamatcomics.com.

BATCH72 No. 3
Alamat Comics
Story: Budjette Tan
Art: Arnold Arre (TALA STUDIOS)
Inks: Arvie Villena
Letters: Ka-jo Baldisimo
Cover: Arnold Arre, Arvie Villena, & Ian Sta. Maria
28 pages, black-and-white, P70.00

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