Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 232: Chase, Luther appears!
boom!
A loud noise spread across the wilderness, accompanied by yellow smoke formed by spreading dust, which startled animals throughout the wilderness and began to flee.

Ian stood on the ground, the blue light ring was shining, and a huge light beam fell from the sky, tearing open the ground, revealing a base hidden 20 meters underground.

The bases built by the Assassin League all over the world are almost the same style. Although the thick cement shell is enough to resist most human weapons, it is useless in front of Ian.

He slightly increased the output power of the blue light ring, and the several-meter-thick cement shell shattered instantly, looking even more fragile than glass.

"Quick, quick, pick up your weapons"

"Our enemies are coming, this is not a drill!"

Ian stood at the edge of the large hole. With his ears moving, he captured the sounds coming from inside the base. He heard the shouts from the assassins who were loyal to the Demon Head, as well as the sound of their footsteps as they ran.

In order to find traces of Lex Luthor or the Illuminati, he raided ten bases of the League of Assassins within three days after meeting Bruce and Oliver.

Although there is no news about the cunning guy Lex Luthor, Ian has still found useful information, such as the traces left by the connections between the forces of the Illuminati members, and the information they collected about the mother box. Information.

Although the assassins trained by Leixiaogu are very loyal and have been trained in various counter-questions, they are useless in the face of Batman's methods and the psychic power of Martian Manhunter. The information in the mind is like an open library. Read by Ian Them.

"Prepare!"

Ian heard that the assassins in the base had gathered around the big hole. They were drawing out their long knives, checking bullets, pulling the bolts, lowering their breaths and preparing to face the terrible enemy.

Ian smiled slightly, shook his head, and jumped directly from the big hole.

The moment he landed, countless bullets, carrying the light of fire and the thick smell of gunpowder smoke, were fired at him from all directions, mixed with grenades whose tabs had been ripped off.

boom -

Huge noises echoed in the cement corridor, and the fire and smoke entangled it like a beast that kept expanding its claws, trying to destroy everything.

All the assassins stared wide-eyed, facing the gray smoke and dust, and even began to hold their breath, hoping that their enemies would die.

But the next moment, blue light penetrated the smoke and dust and shone on their faces. In the horrified eyes of all the assassins, a figure surrounded by light slowly walked out, overwhelming everything.

"Fire, fire."

"Kill this demonic enemy for the sake of the demon's head"

The elite assassins who had been transformed by the Lazarus Fountain issued calm but inflammatory slogans. The assassins who were originally panicked and even turbulent because the enemy was unprotected stabilized themselves and continued to shoot at Ian.

"Religion can still be inflammatory! But the devil is not a good object of worship!"

Ian waved his hand, and the blue light ring materialized into a blue sword in his hand. With a turn of his wrist, the blue sword turned into an electric fan, and all the bullets fired at him were fired at the blue sword. The energy of the lamp was melted into copper water and dripped on the ground.

Seeing that the hot weapons in their hands had no effect, the assassins immediately threw away their firearms, drew out their long knives, and rushed towards the enemy.

Jingle!

Ian's footsteps moved forward steadily. He was like a moving mountain. Every step he took would bring great pressure to the assassins.

But the assassins who climbed out of the Sala Road Pool were not afraid of this. With absolute loyalty and fanaticism to Lei Xiao Aogu, they brandished the long knives in their hands and slashed at Ian's vitals.

The strength and speed of these resurrected people are far beyond ordinary people. The long knives in their hands are like lightning flashing across the dark corridor, and the lightning is one after another. If they cannot block the first attack, they will be caught in the blade. Torn to pieces.

Facing the continuous blades, Ian finally took action. He didn't use any skills, but he was faster and more powerful.

Before the assassins' swords fell on him, the blue sword in his hand cut off the steel sword first and tore the assassins' throats.

The smell of blood begins to permeate the air!
The battle became fierce in an instant, with the blue light and the silver light of steel confronting each other, and the light of blood accidentally shining in the middle.

Every time a rose-red light illuminates the dark corridor, it means that a life has left this world, and an assassin has his throat or chest ripped open by Ian's blue sword, exposing everything.

"Devil!"

When the most loyal elite assassins fell at Ian's feet, the solid defense collapsed instantly.

Those people looked at Ian, who was illuminated by blue light and red blood. They threw their loyalty to the devil's head out of the sky, shouted "Mom" loudly, and ran away in a hurry. The only thought in their minds was to survive.

Ian looked at the messy corridor, shook his head and said: "Even the head of the devil cannot completely control the will of a living person. Otherwise, I will be in trouble."

"Killing hundreds of people at once is quite tiring."

Ian muttered something softly, crossed the bodies at his feet, and continued forward. He did not intend to pay attention to the fleeing assassins.

Clark and the others are in charge of these people. Even if there are a few escapees, it is impossible to escape from this huge wilderness without any supplies.

Without stopping, Ian went straight to the center of the base to find the information carefully collected by the assassins.

Perhaps because of religious beliefs, the way these base buildings were built was not focused on efficiency and speed, but rather twisted like a huge maze.

Ian got lost the first time he entered their base. It took him several hours to tear down all the walls before he found the location he wanted.

Since then, he has memorized the complex locations of these bases, then directly shook his fists and violently demolished them along the way, directly punching a big hole in the cement shell and entering the center of the base.

"go to hell!"

When the assassins at the core saw Ian's appearance, their first reaction was to draw their swords and shoot.

Ian raised his hand to grab it, and a breeze surged out of the base, which instantly expanded and wrapped around all the assassins like octopus tentacles, and then they were lifted up.

"goodbye!"

Ian saw that these assassins had no intention of surrendering. Even so, they were still struggling. With a gentle wave of his hand, the wind wrapped around these people's bodies broke their necks.

He threw the corpses into a pile in the corner and walked to the computer.

The progress of file destruction was displayed on the screen. Ian didn't pay attention. He raised his mechanized right hand and pressed it on the machine to start reading the information of the entire base.

All the machines in the entire base instantly became part of Ian, and all the information turned into an information ocean composed of [-]s and [-]s and flowed into his brain, and all the messages were available for him to read.

"Boring, old-fashioned, of no importance..." Ian looked at his left hand and pressed his temple, classifying the massive amount of information, and then discovered that apart from the boring religious information, the rest were records of goods coming and going, and There is information to investigate Diana and Ocean.

For him, except that the movements of the Illuminati members can be analyzed through the incoming and outgoing goods, the rest is useless.

He knows more about Paradise Island and Atlantis than the Illuminati, and there is no need to get it from them.

"That's it. Although Luther was not found, the news about the Illuminati is enough to kill those bastards."

Ian was a little disappointed. This was the last Assassin's League base that Bruce and the others knew.

"I wonder how Bruce and the others are finding Victor Stone?"

Ian was about to disconnect, but he suddenly heard a voice: "You finally made it here, Mr. Ian!"

Then those complex data streams rose up, forming an image of a big bald head, which was Luther, who had been missing for a long time.

He was wearing a suit in the virtual space, with a red flower on his chest collar, and he looked very elegant.

Ian saw this guy appear and stopped disconnecting. He said to Luthor: "I'm very curious about how miserable you really look now. After all, it's not easy to escape, Mr. Lex Luthor!"

"I owe all my life of escape to you." Luther didn't seem angry because of Ian's words, his expression remained calm.

Ian widened his eyes and shook his head helplessly, and asked: "Why does it have anything to do with me? I didn't let you collude with Brainiac, nor did I let you come out to cause trouble when the war happened, let alone You sent someone to assassinate your own sister!"

Luther had a classic sarcastic smile on his face: "Then what do you think I should do, sit in the office of Luther Tower, waiting to be rescued by you transvestites and aliens?"

He pointed at Ian and said: "No, I am a real earthling, and I have my own glory. This is something you naive guys can't understand. You don't know..."

"So how are you going to deal with Apokolips' army?"

Ian didn't want to debate any ideas with this guy. The conflict between them was so deep that there was no point in arguing. They could just do it.

"You...where did you learn about Apokolips?" Luther looked at Ian in surprise. He had just learned about Apokolips not long ago.

Ian shook his head: "You are searching for the mother box with great fanfare. I don't think it is difficult to guess this. And don't you know that we can already go into space?"

The ease with which he said this made Luther want to hit someone.

Someone as smart as him has not yet gone into space and faced the universe, and now he has been overtaken by a group of naive superheroes.

Luther is really jealous.

But the next moment, he began to comfort himself. Those guys were all a group of aliens. Their first step into space was not considered a lead, but cheating.

They did not succeed through human effort, so they do not count.

"Do you know that you are like a kid who lost in a house game now?" Ian said something that made Luther's hair stand on end.

He quickly regained his composure, thinking only of what he wanted to say: "What did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything. It was you who broke into the data world I built and used my data to weave a body."

Ian spread his hands innocently.

Luther quickly realized the problem, which meant that the data he was now using was completely in Ian's hands, and everything he wanted to know was put in front of Ian.

Luther whispered: "It seems I did something wrong!"

"Stop pretending, use whatever skills you have!" Ian didn't believe that Luther would just jump out without a trump card: "Our time is very limited, now we have to decide the outcome here and win." The one who wins can concentrate on dealing with enemies coming from space.”

"Good idea!" Luther's avatar nodded, and then the underlying logic of the machine system in Ian's base changed instantly.

Such a sudden change directly cut off Ian's connection with these machines. At this moment, Luther took ownership of this virtual space and weaved layers of virtual networks, trapping Ian's consciousness like a huge cage. inside.

Ian turned his head and looked at the chains composed of countless [-]s and [-]s intertwined to form a huge net. The layers were covered into a huge cage, locking himself inside.
Luther's face became extremely huge. He looked at Ian outside the cage and smiled happily: "You asked me to show my true skills, and I did so. Now it's your turn."

"This trick is very clever. It has dual systems and layers of cover. It is indeed a good trap."

Ian nodded and commented on Luther's plan. This big bald man is indeed very smart. It is really surprising that the system written by this guy can cut off his relationship with the Metal Spirit.

"You are indeed a genius. As far as technology is concerned, I am certainly no match for you."

But Ian has never flaunted himself as a technological genius, so he connected to the world of Metal Spirit without any psychological burden and reached into the data stream.

Luther's system foundation was instantly messed up and began to be changed according to Ian's will. This virtual data space instantly changed drastically.

"Fake squid!"

Luther was completely unable to understand the power of the Metal Spirit, but his cunning nature made him aware of the danger, so the moment Ian counterattacked, he forcibly cut off the connection with this space.

. . . . . .
In a base in a small African country.

Luther jumped up from the bed, took off the smoking helmet on his head, and staggered off the bed.

He put his hands on the ground and raised his head. His eyes, nose, mouth and ears began to bleed.

"I caught you."

A bipedal gorilla helped Luther from the floor to the bed. He spoke in perfect English: "I warned you that the risk of using psychic power is very high. If you are not careful, you will be injured." Your own brain turns to mush.”

"You did warn me, Grodd!"

Luther looked at the Flash's old enemy and said in a deep voice: "But this failure has nothing to do with me. It's because my enemy is too powerful. It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few days, and Ian is even more terrifying than before. Am I? All plans against him need to be reworked."

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