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Chapter 419 Accidents always come so quickly (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

To outsiders, an organization like the Assassin's League is like a sophisticated machine. As long as Lars gives an order, the assassins will come out in full force to kill the target.

But Martin knew that organizations like the Assassin's League always emphasized loyalty to the leader rather than discipline and organizational perfection.

In other words, the Assassin's League exists only for Lars. Once something happens to Lars, the league will immediately fall apart.

This is also an important criterion for measuring a modern organization. After suffering a major blow, a modern organization can often grow again as long as there is time.

However, pre-modern armies or families did not have such vitality, and everything that seemed prosperous often depended on one person.

Once something happens to this person, the rest of the group will lose their reason to pledge allegiance to the group, and the group will quickly disperse into small groups centered around individual allegiance, thus completely declining.

Lars relied on the spring water left on the earth by the Three Palaces Demon to brainwash those he chose, thus building up generations of assassins.

But there was no real connection between these assassins. Apart from their common allegiance to Lars, they didn't even know each other's real names or appearances, and never thought about such things.

Because as long as they obey the orders of the Devil's Hand and keep fighting, they can cleanse the evil on Earth.

Therefore, Martin's disguise was not recognized.

The assassin who came to check the camera made sure there were no strangers around and returned the same way.

From beginning to end, Martin only communicated with them for one or two sentences, and he couldn't even see the color of the other person's only exposed eyes.

"You rise by this, and you will fall by this! Lars lived for so many years with the power of the Three Palaces Demon, and I'm afraid he never thought that one day he would fall because of this."

Martin muttered something in a voice that only he could hear, and walked down into the basement to find out what the Assassin's League had hidden here.

There is definitely nothing upstairs.

Martin had already scanned the area with a drone, and found that there was nothing on the upper floor except a few cannon fodder decoys used to cover their tracks.

Those places where the Assassin's League can hide things must also be underground.

Nothing is impossible without something. The business is so big, no matter what the Assassin's League wants to do, they have to stock up on sufficient supplies before they can proceed to the next step.

After Bruce joined the Justice League, he firmly controlled the channels for transporting bulk goods between Gotham and the outside world through the Wayne Group.

If the Assassin's League wanted to transport large quantities of dangerous goods into the city in a short period of time, it would be impossible for them to escape the surveillance of the Wayne Group.

"But this Gotham underground is also quite magical. From cults to assassin organizations, they can really hide anything. It's like the underworld."

Martin kept complaining in his mind, and at the same time used his brain to record the roads he had traveled and quickly guessed the direction of each passage.

If he frequently appears in a certain place, he will easily attract the attention of surveillance cameras.

This underground bunker must be monitoring the signals coming in and out, so Martin couldn't use the mobile phone he carried with him to record and communicate.

In order to find the leader, Martin could only use his brain to record and deduce to ensure that he found the way to the core location in the shortest time.

Fortunately, building an underground fortress is not a simple matter, especially building it underground in a city requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and it is almost impossible to keep it secret.

Therefore, although the roads built in this underground secret base of the Assassin's League are complex, the overall area is not large.

Although it took some effort, Martin finally found the core location of the underground fortress.

There are two core locations. One is the leader's room where the assassins make plans and process data. Naturally, not many people go in and out, but it can be seen that he is very respected by the assassins.

The other place was the area where supplies were stored. A group of assassins were moving things out of it. Boxes were piled up one after another, and soon they were as high as a hill.

Martin hesitated for a moment at the fork, then walked towards the assassins who were transporting the supplies.

He followed the assassins into an underground warehouse. Compared with the large warehouses in Gotham Port, this one was only half the size, but it was filled with weapons and ammunition.

In addition to common gunpowder weapons such as automatic rifles, bulletproof vests, rocket launchers, mines, etc., there are also many energy weapons, and these energy weapons have a strong international gang style.

To be more precise, it is the style of Apocalypse.

"It seems that the Assassin's League is really involved with Apocalypse."

Martin picked up a box containing energy weapons and walked out.

Although there are many weapons in this warehouse, which can equip many assassins, if they want to storm Blackgate Prison and rescue Bruno, it will be easy for Martin to solve the problem.

With just one phone call from him, Superman can fly to Gotham within a minute, and with a scan of his thermal vision, even if Lars brings the entire League of Assassins over, it will be useless if they are equipped with equipment similar to Apokolips's demons.

These are all paper things to Superman, and he can tear them apart with a slight poke.

Martin was mainly worried that they would scatter throughout the city. The members of the Assassin's League were not without morals, but their morals were old-fashioned things from hundreds of years ago.

Once Lars gives the order, these people will carry it out by any means necessary and become killing machines, and are likely to kill people at will in the city.

"It seems that Lars is not as determined as he says. He is actually involved with Apokolips. How can he tolerate the arrogance of the New God?"

Martin also knew that there was a second possibility.

That is, the Assassin's League did not cooperate with Apokolips, they simply used money to buy these weapons from the International Gang.

But Martin didn't think this was very likely.

The Assassin's League is an ancient organization. As an informant from Apokolips, it is difficult for Bruno not to target the Assassin's League.

How long can Lars hold on? Can he really withstand the pressure from Darkseid?
Or in other words, does Sangongmo really care about this so-called believer?
As we all know, Sangongmo has no so-called emotions. The only person he cares about is his daughter Rachel.

With all kinds of guesses, Martin placed a box of energy weapons in the designated location, then slid into the command room.

As soon as he stepped one foot in, he saw Talia.

Among a group of assassins who wrapped themselves tightly, Talia in a leather jacket was so eye-catching that it was hard not to notice her.

At this moment, she was arranging personnel and weapons, pointing and shouting at a group of assassins under her, with the demeanor of an official.

Martin stood in the corner and listened for a while, but did not find anything new. Being the eldest daughter of the Assassin's League meant she was by no means a pretty vase, but that was all.

As a leader, she was not as resolute as Bruce, so no matter how talented she was, she would be exhausted in hesitation and could not be fully utilized. If Martin was in charge of these assassins, he would not worry about the number of people, nor would he care about the transportation of weapons, because these were the affairs of ordinary staff officers.

As a commander, the most important thing he should do is to determine the next plan and then urge his officers to complete these orders.

But Talia had no such concept at all. She cared about everything in detail and tried to control the development of all situations.

As a result, things became a mess, and the ordinary assassins were busy but a little confused.

Those roles similar to those of military officers were left idle and could only watch their superiors busying around in awkwardness.

"There is a reason why Talia always fails. She doesn't know how to realize her ambitions."

Martin had no intention of destroying the underground fortress right now.

The assassins hiding in Gotham have not gathered yet, and there are not enough fish in the net. If we pull the net in now, the small fish will jump around, making the entire pond turbulent, and finally scaring away the big fish.

Martin had had enough of the assassin game. He raised his hand and tore off a piece of shadow from the corner. He covered himself with it like a cloak, escaped into the shadow kingdom, and disappeared from the sight of ordinary people.

He walked straight past the crowd and observed the assassins in the underground fortress from the perspective of the Shadow Kingdom. He found that red smoke was coming out of their bodies, like flowing magma.

The exception is Talia, whose reflection in the shadow world is simply herself reversed.

Considering that the assassins will commit suicide after completing the trial set by Lars, their bodies will be placed in the pool water and resurrected by the power of the Lazarus Pool, becoming elite soldiers who only obey the orders of Lars.

As the daughter of Lars, Talia did not experience death, so there is no question of her coming back to life and being reflected in the shadow of the Shadow Kingdom, nor does she have the characteristics of the Three Palaces Demon.

"It's a good thing you guys are alive until night."

Martin turned over all the things he had brought into the fortress and found that the shapes of the things and objects on them were reversed.

It is really not easy for ordinary people to read this kind of mirror-flipped text.

Although Martin was experienced, he still had to stop and observe for a while when he encountered something like this before he could see clearly what was written on it.

"This is really weird. Are the members of the Assassin's League illiterate? There are only a few written documents and notes here. The homework I had in elementary school was a hundred times more than this."

Martin wanted to find clues from these documents to determine how deep the relationship between the Assassin's League and Apokolips was.

But all the documents in this underground fortress are not even as high as one of our knuckles.

Martin's attempt to find clues from the documents was a complete failure.

Defeated by the Assassin's League, an organization that didn't care about the cultural level of its members.

Although few organizations in modern society really care about the cultural level of their members, if you want to operate modern industrial machines, you cannot do so without education.

The reason why the education industry in the United States is getting worse and worse is because of hollowing out. A large number of young people have gone into the third service industry and make money by acting as intermediaries.

Since the end result of high school and college graduation is to wash dishes, why should young people study so hard for so many years, torture their bodies and become uncomfortable, and also take on heavy debts?

"I give up. This is the first time I fail because I overestimated the enemy."

Martin complained that he was going to leave here through the Shadow Kingdom and wait until night to wipe out the whole place.

But before he had time to leave, the gangster's men rushed over and said a few words to Talia, and the young lady immediately became anxious.

"You must be kidding. We are hiding so secretly. Even Batman doesn't know about this place. How could anyone break in?"

Talia's eyes widened, and her first reaction was that someone had betrayed the news that she was here.

But when she looked around, she saw only assassins as cold as statues, who were absolutely loyal.

Because they are all living dead and will never betray the Assassin's League.

With no one to blame, Talia finally calmed down and began to think that it was possible that the carrier pigeon he used to notify the assassins had been misled.

"I used a primitive communication method to keep it secret, but I didn't expect that Batman's bastards would still catch me. What a mistake!"

Taliyah gritted her teeth and sighed before she began to care about the current situation: "How many people are there on the other side, what kind of equipment do they have, where did they launch the attack from, and where have they reached now?"

"There was only one person on the other side, wearing Robin's costume and equipped with a long knife. He rushed in from the corner of the street and was trying to use explosives to blow open the door leading to a fortress."

"How courageous of one person!"

The blood vessels in Talia's forehead were pounding, and she felt provoked.

If it was someone from the Bat Family other than Batman who came to her, Talia wouldn't have this feeling.

But now, after listening to her subordinates' reports, she slammed the table and said, "One team, follow me. I'm going to take that guy down. The rest of you, move your weapons and ammunition to a safe place and evacuate immediately."

"What's happening here?"

Martin, who was about to leave, looked at the Assassin's League who were also about to retreat. They felt at a loss as they were hit unexpectedly.

He was just about to withdraw quietly, dispatch people to surround this place, and then capture them all in one fell swoop.

How come in the blink of an eye, the hooked fish unhooked itself and jumped back into the water?

Martin felt like cursing, wondering who this Robin who suddenly appeared was.

After Bruce joined the Justice League, he lost interest in training Robin, and the Robin uniform was temporarily put away.

"We just said that the Assassin's League has no organization and no discipline and only values personal loyalty, and now a Robin jumps out and disrupts the pre-arranged plan. This is really embarrassing!"

Martin looked at the Assassin's League who were about to escape, complained, and immediately started to make amends.

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