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When Shuen had taken down a third of the pile of Saint Duma plate armor.

On the top floor of an unfinished building that hadn't completely collapsed, roughly at the edge of the construction site, a figure almost blended into the shadows was crouching behind a concrete railing.

It wasn't breathing.

Its modified body remained flat.

Fine data streams flowed across the specially made amber-colored goggles, locking onto the luminous figure below, who was as conspicuous as a light bulb even in daylight.

There is no metal.

This oddly shaped sniper rifle and its bullets are made entirely of high-strength ceramics and polymers.

This was developed by the court after observing Xiu En for a period of time, specifically targeting the metal manipulation characteristics of the target.

The crosshair was aimed at Xiu En's chewing cheek.

The target is eating, and the predicted defense coefficient is decreasing. It will fire during the next swallowing action.

The assassin made his judgment.

The index finger is on the trigger.

"This batch of knee braces is slightly salty, but also more brittle."

Xiu En didn't notice anything. He treated a piece of shoulder armor in his hand like a frisbee and threw it at the black-gold carnivorous plant that was using him as a trash can, while complaining to Ivy in the process.

"Could you please wash this flavor before sending it next time?"

Ivy did not answer.

The mutated ivy she had placed around the construction site as a warning line transmitted a signal back.

next second.

Just as the sniper's claw-like finger was about to press down.

Boom!

A mutated vine, so thick it seemed unreasonable, burst forth from the concrete beneath him like an angry dragon.

It was like a spring that had been suppressed for a long time, lifting the entire floor slab, along with the unfortunate sniper who hadn't even reacted yet, straight into the sky like a rocket.

The workers at the construction site were still engrossed in their meals when they heard the loud noise and looked up to see only a green afterimage and a small black dot in the air.

The black dot grew higher and higher, and even in the daytime, it even reflected a glimmer of starlight for a fleeting moment.

"All right."

With half a piece of plate armor still dangling from his mouth, Xiu En placed his hand on his brow and gave a half-hearted salute.

"Is this also part of a plant defense system? An anti-aircraft missile?"

Ivy said calmly.

"I just accidentally used too much force while trimming the weeds."

"Light! Stars!"

Solomon Grandi, sitting in the back, was unaware that an attempted attack had just taken place.

He only saw the little dark figure disappear in a flash.

This reminded Solomon of something he had seen in a picture book.

His massive body excitedly tested the limits of the Lincoln's chassis load-bearing capacity, making the car creak and groan.

"Is that going to the moon?"

Xiu En laughed and waved in the direction that had become a small dot, just as carefree.

"Yeah, everyone. That uncle probably won't be coming back. He went to deliver takeout to the moon."

After all, falling from this height, probably only the parts can be recovered.

If it falls into the sea, that's fine, but if it falls into the street...

Hugh thought about Gordon's expression when he saw yet another pervert in a bodysuit fall from the sky, and found it quite an eyesore.

"Alright. The fly swatter is done."

Ivy restarted the luxury car, which was in terrible condition.

"You should go digest your food; you'd better find something to exercise with."

Xiu En glanced at Ivy, who was about to step on the gas and take him to digest his food.

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He quickly raised his hands in a French surrender gesture: "Wait, wait! Bruce is calling. You know, if I don't answer that big bat's call, he might just smash a Wayne Satellite in my face as a signal next time."

"Tsk."

Ivy tapped her fingers on the steering wheel in frustration. However, the vine that had been prepared to confiscate her phone wisely stopped in mid-air.

"hands-free."

She glared at Solomon, who was still waving to the clouds, in the rearview mirror and coldly gave the order.

"I need to know where he plans to take you to die this time."

The moment the call connected, there was a whooshing sound, interspersed with a few rapid complaints that sounded like "Who ate all the pizza?!"

"Xiu En".

Bruce Wayne's voice cut through the chaotic background noise, revealing a rare, even slightly excited, weariness.

"You're at the construction site? Whether you've dug up the Gates of Hell or hung the Penguin on a crane, put that aside for now."

"What, Wayne Enterprises is finally planning to make me a permanent employee and pay me double wages?"

Hugh leaned back casually in the leather seat that had turned green, still clutching a Saint-Dumas tactical elbow pad he hadn't had a chance to eat yet.

"If it's not some good news about rare metals, I suggest you hang up and see a professional. My current doctor has a bad temper."

"It contains more than just metal."

Bruce seemed to have long been immune to Hugh's teasing.

"There is still a future."

A burst of static that almost broke the sound barrier came from the other end of the phone, followed by a tearing sound like a sonic boom.

Bruce held the microphone a little further away, seemingly gesturing to stop someone.

"Our team is complete. Or rather, even within my expectations, this level of mobilization is much ahead of schedule."

Xiu En raised an eyebrow: "A team? You mean that bodysuit party?"

"It's the Justice League."

Bruce corrected him, though his tone also carried a hint of helplessness at having given himself such a cringeworthy name.

"Tonight is the first meeting. It's a temporary secret base provided by that fast kid's friend in Central City."

"I think you'll be interested."

The voice on the other end paused, as if throwing out the biggest bait.

"Over there, there's not only that big guy in the red cloak you saw, but also a guy from the seabed. He's holding a trident from Atlantis, and it's very pure."

"Seafood buffet?"

Xiu En's eyes lit up instantly.

"And it's the kind with metal cutlery?"

"You can understand it that way."

"At eight o'clock tonight, Barry, the red speedster you met before, will pick you up."

"Even if he's running really fast, he should remember to bring two, no, fifty family buckets."

Shuen glanced at Solomon in the back seat.

"Otherwise, my door gods won't open the door so easily."

As soon as the call ended, Ivy placed a hand on the huge leaf that was sticking out of the car window, her tone full of disdain.

"I don't like those so-called superheroes."

She started the car, and the engine emitted a deep, muffled roar.

"but……"

She glanced at Shuen, whose eyes were still shining because of Bruce's last mention of self-help.

"At least this is better than leaving you in these crumbling underground ruins."

Xiu En started making faces.

"Yes, my dear Lady Ivy! Praise be to Ivy!"

"Shut up, or I'll plant this phone in your stomach right now. Also, I want to come with you tonight."