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PULIS BLOTTER !!! Ultracops !!! Now Available !!!

ULTRACOPS

Story and art by Ian Sta. Maria
Script by Bow Guerrero

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The clandestine Batch-Serum Experiment of 1972 resulted to the birth of hundreds of super-powered Filipinos. There were also hundreds of unaccounted test-subjects that died. Those that survived went underground and later resurfaced to become the country’s most wanted criminals.

In the late-80s, Doktor Kamatayan instigated the infamous Mendiola Super-Hero Massacre. More would have died if not for the arrival of Digmaan, a veteran Filipino super-hero of World War II. Even though Doktor Kamatayan ripped off both of Digmaan’s arms during the fight, Digmaan managed to defeat the Doktor’s and his army of villains.

The government funded Digmaan’s hospitalization and cyber-enhancements. In return, they requested for Digmaan to head the organization of a special division of the Philippine National Police that would specifically deal with any super-human threat or crime. Digmaan agreed, as long as he had complete control on the people who would comprise his team.

They are the super-soldiers of justice.
They are the enhanced-enforcers of the law.
They are the ULTRACOPS.

ULTRACOPS is now available at:

COMICS ODYSSEY
3rd Floor Extension Mall,
Robinson's Galleria, Ortigas

COMIC QUEST
Basement, Bldg. A
SM Megamall

DRUID's KEEP
3rd Floor, Gateway Mall
Magallanes, South Super Highway

In case you don't see it on the shelves, just ask the friendly people behind the counter.

If you want see more preview pages and artwork from ULTRACOPS, then just go to:
http://sgtdigmaan.multiply.com/

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