Chapter 346: Master of Dark Arts

"Did you know? Batman, you are wrong." Luther's high-tech armor sticks out a lot of extra equipment from behind, like a shoulder cannon-like energy weapon, and he fires at Bruce. "We are all Smart people, but we have a difference."

Bruce dodged the attack with a roll, slamming Luther's jaw with his fist.

"The difference is that I can still keep a mouthful of teeth, but you can't."

Batman's punch pierced Luther's nanotechnology mask, and it did knock out Luther's teeth, causing the doorknob to fly out of his hand and land on one of Superman's brain cells.

Batman turned and ran towards the thing, planning to pick it up and retreat, he felt that was the key.

And Luther's armor sprayed flames behind him to push him forward. He grabbed Batman's leg and threw him aside, picking up the thing himself.

The two are fighting each other, fighting each other in Superman's brain.

Bruce was prepared for a long time. He had a full plan to deal with Luther. As long as Luther was still wearing this green armor, then he was not Batman's opponent at all.

The same props that restrained Luther were taken out of the bat belt. Luther had no power to fight back, and Bruce was slammed and beaten for a while.

"Clown, shoot!"

Luther had to use the means of communication to ask for help from the clown controlling the Martian Hunter.

At the critical moment, the clown never dropped the chain except for more nonsense. The Martian hunter under his control laughed so that his eyes were gone, and the green fingers began to deform.

Ron En, who was controlled by him, opened Superman's eyelids, allowing his thin fingers to sink into Superman's eye sockets like plant roots, following the optic nerve into his brain.

"Hahaha, Superman, the two of us haven't gotten to know each other well, now let Uncle Clown check your body, hahahahahaha"

Almost instantly, those green tentacles appeared behind Batman, and its sharp tip struck Bruce's back.

Batman heard the wind and hurriedly evaded, but still was cut a big hole in the waist by the green tentacles, blood gurgled out, and Luther took the opportunity to escape.

Batman looked down at the wound, and after making sure that his intestines had not fallen out, he ignored the damage.

He has special patience skills, using willpower to shield pain, so that he can continue to fight.

He stood up, avoided these green vines, and continued to rush towards Luther who had picked up the doorknob.

"It's too late, Batman, you're too slow, it's completely unblocked, now! It's mine, you should get out of here!"

Luther held the thing and stretched out his palm to Batman.

From the door handle, a strong red light burst out instantly, like a huge energy cannon, and it hit Batman head-on.

In the next second, Bruce, as well as Superman and Ron, were all thrown back to the Hall of Justice, and they took Luther to the front of the combined body. They were no longer useful.

Bruce, who was hit by the front of the beam, was severely injured, all his bones shattered, and countless traumas and internal bleeding. Except for his skull, he was completely a noodle man.

He was thrown by Luther on the reception desk on the ground floor of the Justice Hall. Not far away, a few heroes who came to eat were dealing with the "Unseen Lantern". After seeing the tragedy of the three people, he couldn't help but exclaim .

Superman and Ron are just in a coma, and Batman's injuries are too serious, and he must be treated immediately.

They must send him to the infirmary, where there is a copy of the ‘final machine’, which is a fully automatic high-tech operating table, which is made of promethium metal and is Batman’s old friend.

Bruce still remained awake, his strong will shielded the pain, but because of blood loss and fractures, he lost his ability to move.

"Justice League, where are they?"

"Calm down, Batman, you need first aid." The female hero who dragged him to the infirmary refused to answer the question.

"You are Dorn Granger, code-named White Dove. You often act with Titans. I know what you are thinking, but now, answering my question, I will soon be in shock, and there are important things that must be explained.

The white dove's flying speed is very fast, and Bruce can't resist at all. He has been thrown on the final machine, and countless mechanical arms are extended to him.

"Huh." There was a sound of stroking a match, and a man pushed the open door and walked in. He leaned against the wall and lit the cigarette in his mouth, and said to Batman in a cynical tone, "You can talk, you have to The alliance is right here."

Batman doesn't need to look or listen, as long as he smells the smell of'Silk Brand' cigarettes and the smell of sweat, he knows who is talking.

He was silent for a moment, but the other party was right, the Dark Justice League was also the Justice League.

"Master the computer, don't use anesthesia."

"Warning, surgery without anesthesia is very dangerous." Finally, the machine made a computer voice.

"Reset command, code 0f1270c2 changed to 0111fcd7, voice verification I am Batman."

The indicator light on the machine flashes for a while, "The reset command is complete, and the operation is started."

The various surgical instruments shining with cold light cut through Bruce's uniform and flesh and blood, and started the operation from his legs, pulling the muscles apart, bonding the blood vessels, and putting every bone back in place.

Zha Kang, who leaned against the wall and smoked, shook his head with emotion, and clapped his hands. "Wonderful, there is a back hand on the medical equipment. I will ask a lawyer to leave a will. If one day I If you die by no means, then the murderer must be Batman."

"I don't have much time, listen to every word I say."

Batman didn't talk to Li Zakang's stalemate, but seriously told some information, and then finally went into shock due to excessive blood loss.

Constantine scratched his scalp with his fingers holding a cigarette, and the dandruff fell like snow, causing the pigeon on the side to show an expression of disgust.

So dirty!

"Oh, this is not a small thing." Constantine felt that he had taken over a big task, and suddenly flinched. He was most afraid of trouble.

Just slip away~www.NovelMTL.com~ and go back to London for a drink.

However, the white pigeon stared at him steadfastly, his eyes full of contempt.

He knew that if he ran away, the white pigeon would definitely go to the ‘dead’ to file a complaint, and the guy in the red tights would definitely pester himself so that he would never have peace.

"What should I do? Do you want to find a way to sacrifice the ‘dead’ to the devil to repay the debt?"

However, this idea provided Zha Kang with inspiration, and he began to think seriously.

Begin to think about the possibility of selling the child, perhaps in exchange for the help of the Sannomiya. If you negotiate to let Sannomiya stay in the world and spend some time with your daughter, the current dilemma can be resolved.

As for whether the ‘raven’ is willing to get along with her father, Constantine, as a master of dark art, always has a way.

Lie.

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