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Chapter 474 Follow My Voice (Please subscribe, read, comment on the monthly ticket)
Martin paid no attention to the rebels and left them lying on the ground.

These so-called troops are nothing but uneducated lackeys. They don't understand the world and don't know what they want to do.

There is only one language that such people can understand, and that is violence.

So, Martin used the most extreme violence in their faces just to teach them one thing, which is to shut up and be honest.

The result was not bad. Although they were not smart, at least they were not stupid and knew what to do when facing someone who was more violent than him!
"You flattened the entire city center, and you even changed the weather to create a moon. This is outrageous!"

Martian Manhunter grabbed the assassin who had just fainted, landed in front of Martin, and complained about what had just happened.

"Just pretending to let those big-headed soldiers know who they can't mess with! If your weakness hadn't been discovered, I wouldn't bother to waste time talking to these things. I would just let you use your mind power to control their actions."

Martin didn't think the move just now was exaggerated.

The motorcycle tribe’s special skills are nothing compared to the beast tribe’s kings, when they use their ultimate moves, they can even create planets and black holes.

"Let's talk about that later. Let's deal with the president first, and then we can interrogate this guy!"

Martin took a quick glance and confirmed that the assassin was still breathing and his cerebral cortex was relatively active, so he would not die in a short time and he ignored him.

Boom!
Martin walked to the front of the air-raid shelter. The city center was flattened by the energy of Thunder Half Moon Slash, and the Presidential Palace was no exception.

The bomb shelter where the president hid was completely stripped of its roof except for a layer of smooth stone, and the exit was completely destroyed.

Martin swung his sword directly, and the crescent-shaped sword left several silver light marks in the air. The roof of the air-raid shelter, which was made of layers of cement and steel bars, was torn into pieces and then picked up by the tip of his sword.

hiss--

Bright sunlight suddenly shone into the dim air-raid shelter, startling everyone inside. They closed their eyes or turned their heads away.

It was not until Martin stuck his head out that the shadow cast by the sun covered the air-raid shelter and the people inside could see their surroundings clearly.

They saw a robot's head appear in front of them. They all took a deep breath and pressed themselves against the wall, not daring to breathe.

The surprise in my heart almost burst out, but I didn't say a word.

“Who is the president?”

Martin doesn't reveal anything and gets straight to the point.

"I!"

When the president heard the voice, his surprise turned into ecstasy in an instant. He thought he was dead today, but he didn't expect that there was still a chance of light at the end of the tunnel.

"Are you the one sent by the Justice League to rescue us?"

"Not really."

Martin's disdain for those big-name soldiers outside did not mean that he would fully support the president. He said calmly: "We are only here to hunt down an internationally wanted fugitive. We have no intention or action to interfere in your country's internal affairs. Now that we have caught the other party, we will leave now."

The president was stunned when he heard this.

Although this is the Justice League's usual style of doing things, there is no problem with economic cooperation, and I can send limited support if you request it, but if you want me to actively support you and raise you as my son, that is absolutely impossible.

The president used to be pleased with the principles of the Justice League.

He no longer needs to worry about the Justice League taking away his power, and just needs to consider simpler cooperation.

But after experiencing this coup, he found that he was still too naive.

In this world, for a small country like theirs, there is never any so-called choice. Wanting to live without relying on others is no different from daydreaming.

So, he didn't care about his dignity and wanted to crawl out of the air-raid shelter to give more support to the robot or the person who controlled him.

Of course, in addition to asking for support from the Justice League, he can also ask for various assistance from international organizations controlled by Europe and the United States.

But the price of doing so is that he has to divide all the power in his hands and give it to people in international organizations or foundations.

From then on, he not only became the lowest person in the international market, but he even had to be wary of the possibility that the Americans might support other domestic forces to kill him.

The president, who returned from studying in the United States, knows Americans very well.

If the Justice League had not appeared, he would have had no choice but to do this. The Americans never give people a choice.

If you don't volunteer, he will help you "volunteer".

But with the variable of the Justice League, the president feels that he has a new choice. It doesn't matter even if he has to be a dog for the Justice League, because at least the members of the Justice League are all human beings.

The president believes that as long as he behaves as a good dog, the Justice League will never abandon him, but the Americans are not so sure.

Martin is not a pedantic person. He does not mind providing support to these countries, but this support cannot become a master-slave indenture.

He needs someone who can walk on his own, even if the other person is a child. As long as he can walk on his own two legs, he is willing to invest resources to train the other person.

So, he said to the president who caught up with him: "Mr. President, I have news for you. A general of your country colluded with the criminals we were chasing and died because of the arrest. I hope you can deal with these matters as soon as possible and continue our signing of those contracts."

After saying that, Martin didn't give the other party a chance to speak. He turned into a sports car, took the Martian Hunter and the assassin, and left the city directly.

"Sir, what does that robot mean?"

The president's guard followed behind him, but he had been silent until now and only started asking questions now.

"He wants me to prove that I have the ability to control the country before I can discuss cooperation with him. Because the Justice League will not support a piece of trash that is doomed to fail."

"Although there is no shortage of superhumans in the Justice League, the American superheroes are all immature chicks who can't even handle the police. What qualifications do they have to make such a request to you?"

These guards are not just warriors who can wield swords and guns. As the president's team, they have received a lot of education.

"As long as we don't want to be dogs for the Americans and hand everything over, we have no choice but to choose the Justice League."

The president looked at the army that had lost control and said calmly, "Besides, their demands are not excessive. If it were me, I would not support an incompetent waste."

The guards remained indifferent. For the president's family, surrendering to the Americans was not a bad thing. They could use money to exchange for an opportunity to take root in the United States.

But these close guards all knew how much their president had been hurt in the United States, so they didn't mention this matter at all.

"Take out all my money. We need to control these mindless troops as quickly as possible."

Martian Hunter sat in the car, watching Martin dodge and maneuver in the desert, just like performing a difficult off-road competition. He thought about the president he had just met and asked, "Do you think the president can control the country that has begun to go into chaos?"

"I've only seen some information on paper. How can I know what that guy can do?"

Martin's voice sounded a little indifferent, as if he didn't care about the president's life or death at all.

"You are gambling, and you are gambling on something with a low chance of winning."

Martian Manhunter advised Martin with concern.

"It doesn't matter if that guy is dead. Those traitors who surrendered to Apocalypse have launched a full-scale attack on us this time. Many small countries and tribes have been attacked. After things are resolved, there will always be capable people who will show up."

Martian Manhunter hesitated to speak, he knew that such a cruel thing was inevitable.

If the Justice League wants to do great things, it must accept this cruelty and eliminate those who are incapable.

However, within the alliance, Martin and his team can still control the intensity of the elimination, and use the milder method of expulsion to let them be ordinary people for the rest of their lives.

But for those places that the alliance cannot influence, they cannot control the intensity of the elimination, and Martin does not intend to care.

Martian Manhunter was not like Clark. He accepted this inevitable cruelty and stopped talking about it. Instead, he said, "If we can't change this cruelty, then let's speed up the elimination process! This place is good. Let's interrogate the assassin here."

Martin slammed the brakes on the wheels, and the rear end of the car spun in the sand before coming to a steady stop.

"You just went through such a fierce fire, will it be okay to use your psychic power now?"

Martin didn't care whether the president was dead or alive in the end, but he would not allow the Martian Manhunter to be harmed in front of him.

Martian Hunter pushed open the car door and walked out, staring at the scorching sun, and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate me! I'm not one of those young people who needs you to be careful and take care of me everywhere, not to mention that I have a way to guarantee my safety 100%."

"Since you have confidence, then I'll listen to you!"

Martin opened the trunk, threw the assassin out, and then transformed into human form.

The assassin was psychologically influenced by the Martian Manhunter's psychic power, and even after rolling several times in the 60-degree hot sand, he did not wake up.

"I didn't expect it to be a woman!"

The assassin rolled around on the sand, her clothes ripped open, revealing some of her female features.

Martin stretched out his index finger and poked lightly, turning the woman over and covering the exposed part.

"Not the same commander we saw last time!"

Last time, Martin and Martian Manhunter used the League of Assassins to fish and fished out the traitor army, and the commander of that army was a woman.

The Martian Hunter still remembered the frequency of the other person's mental activity and was sure that the person lying in front of him was definitely not the one they had seen before.

"That woman was able to lead an army before, how could she lower herself to become an assassin who doesn't see the light of day?"

Martin was not prepared to be lenient just because the assassin was a woman. He asked curiously, "Generally speaking, the most common assassination method used by female assassins is to sell their bodies. Even if they use force to assassinate, they will not be sent to assassinate any important targets."

Real suicide is an action that requires extremely high physical and mental strength. Whether it is a man or a woman, very few people can remain calm from beginning to end and make no mistakes at every step like in the movies.

So-called professional killers usually don't kill important people because they are well aware of the risks of doing so.

Instead, some ordinary people who suddenly went crazy were able to bypass tight security and attack important targets, causing all kinds of oolong incidents in history.

Therefore, the more modern it is, the more people are accustomed to using information to brainwash ordinary people, or directly attacking targets with missiles or drones.

This is much simpler than the traditional way of training killers.

"The alliance was just established not long ago, and everyone is immersed in the passion of their ideals. The core members are not tempted at all. If a woman climbs up from the periphery little by little, it will easily attract the attention of others."

The Martian Hunter used telekinesis to drag the assassin up, preventing him from dying in the desert before interrogation.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much!"

Martin didn't dwell on these questions too much: "Why don't you tell me how you can guarantee 100% safety at that time? What do you need me to do?"

"It's simple. Send me into your body again. This way, even if I'm attacked while using my mental power, your protection will buy me more time to react."

Martian Hunter knew very well how powerful Martin's psychic power was. If someone wanted to attack him with his will, it would be like an ant waving its tentacles to provoke an elephant.

Because of this, he could rest assured that Martin would protect him without worrying about him getting hurt.

"Well, that's a good idea indeed. Let's get started now!"

Martin agreed to the Martian Hunter's plan without any hesitation and extended his right hand to him.

The mechanical structure in the chest started to work, emitting the light of the energy core to illuminate the Martian Hunter.

The Martian Hunter activated his racial talent, and his body changed with the light. Soon he was gradually wrapped by the light ball and entered the fusion space. All his senses and even his vitality were connected with Martin.

"The vitality of the Auto Warrior you transformed into is unexpectedly strong. If a person is a little bit weaker, he will most likely be melted after merging with you."

Martian Hunter exclaimed after getting used to the feeling of merging with Martin.

"The world where the motorcycle tribe and the beast tribe live has been at war for a long time, and they have been killing each other for energy. Therefore, the abundant energy core has become one of the most prominent characteristics of the motorcycle tribe."

Martin briefly explains why bikers are so energetic.

The Martian Hunter said "magical" several times, and then used his telekinesis under the wrapping of gentle energy to stimulate the assassin's mind and wake her up.

The moment the female assassin woke up, she saw a huge robot standing in front of her. Without saying a word, she kicked the ground with her legs and rushed out like a leopard, trying to escape from Martin.

But after she landed for the first time, her hands and feet were out of control, and her whole body was frozen in place, with the voice of the Martian Hunter ringing in her mind.

"You are not a person of strong will. Close your eyes! Don't think too much and act according to my voice."

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