Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 493 This Feels Really Good (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)

"I never thought you could shoot a girl in the head and burn her body without showing any emotion!"

Pat's voice came from the headphones. He had been paying attention to Martin, but he didn't expect that the final result would be like this.

But he just sighed and did not make any moral or legal criticism of Martin's behavior.

No matter how you look at it, Cindy's ruthless behavior of blowing up half of the dormitory building and killing hundreds of people is not enough to keep her alive.

"The Injustice Society has penetrated every aspect of Blue Valley Town. If we really hand that girl over to the police, even if she can go to court, I'm afraid she will only be sentenced to life imprisonment. She is locked up in prison, and with the help of the Injustice Society, she can leave at any time."

The law is very useful, but the prerequisite is that there must be someone to use the law. Blue Valley Town is the territory of the Injustice Society. How could the police and courts here sentence Cindy to death?

"What a fucked up world!"

Pat is almost forty years old. He knows what American society is like and what can support him and what are his enemies.

Martin did not continue the topic. He planned to go to Cindy's house and continue to stimulate the hidden members of the Injustice Society.

If none of them showed up, Martin would attack them one by one, weakening their strength bit by bit.

"It's only noon now. Let's work harder and try to wipe out this unjust society before the end of today. Pry open their mouths and dig out all those old guys hiding in the dark."

Martin looked up at the sun that was about to reach the zenith and set this goal for himself.

But Pat did not respond, and communication with him was cut off.

"Just when I was sleepy, someone came to give me a pillow. The people from the Injustice Society finally showed up!"

Martin rubbed his hands together, summoned the green lantern back into his hand, took off directly on the spot, and rushed towards Pat's house.

……

"Crap!"

Pat was so focused on Martin that he ignored what was happening around him.

Martin is making such a fuss, the guys in the Injustice Society must be paying attention to Martin, and they probably don’t have the energy to pay attention to me.

Just as Pat was concentrating, all the alarm devices he had set up around his house went off.

The small room that was specially separated was lit up with a dazzling red alarm light, which flashed back and forth and could blind a person's eyes. Then, a piercing buzzer sounded, squeaking and making people panic.

Pat turned off the devices deftly. He hadn't touched these things for ten years, but when he started working, he didn't look unfamiliar at all.

After the Justice Society disappeared, he spent ten years searching for his old friends, but when he found nothing, he returned to his normal life.

But in the past ten years, he has not forgotten the past. In addition to tinkering with his daily skills, he also renovated his home.

Sometimes in his dreams at midnight, he would still remember the days when he fought side by side with his old friends, but he never imagined that one day he would have to go to the battlefield.

"Old friends, I don't know where you are, but please bless me to eliminate these old opponents!"

Pat said to himself, looking down at the screen.

The cameras installed around the room looked in all directions without blind spots, allowing him to see every movement around the house.

Pat's house is a typical small middle-class building, located on the outskirts of Blue Valley Town, far away from the surrounding neighbors' houses.

At this time, many men go to work, leaving a group of women at home doing housework. In their free time, they visit their acquaintances' homes.

I am a conservative person in most communities in the United States. Although the tools I use have changed over and over again, the ideas in my mind have not changed much.

Ordinary members of the Injustice Society marched along the road towards Pat's house in an armored vehicle reinforced with special steel plates. Each member was equipped with an exoskeleton and special individual weapons.

They have no intention of hiding their identities, and the first thing they do when they enter the community is to drive people away.

The silent soldiers were like programmed robots. As soon as they got off the car, they drove out all the people from the houses near the small street and expelled them without saying a word.

"Are these people so kind?"

While debugging the trap he had prepared long ago, he was guessing the purpose of the Injustice Society.

Judging from the other party's behavior of expelling irrelevant people, they seem to have a bottom line and do not regard everyone on this street as a target of attack.

Pat was relieved when he saw this scene. He certainly didn't want to involve innocent people in the battle with the Injustice Society.

The next moment, the Injustice Society soldiers who surrounded Pat's house took out a rocket launcher and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The rocket launchers of these soldiers are not loaded with solid projectiles filled with explosives, but with balls of plasma that are similar to a colloid.

These red plasma balls made strange crackling sounds when they came into contact with the air, shaking Pat's house.

The flying speed of the plasma balls is only the same as that of the bullets fired from ordinary pistols, but the flight trajectory is shaky, causing these plasma balls to appear to be flying very slowly.

But putting aside the speed, the power of these plasma balls far exceeds that of ordinary kinetic weapons. Just the capacity released from the edges is enough to melt all the traps that Pat used to intercept flying objects in the air.

Boom!

A few seconds later, the plasma ball hit the wall of Pat's house. All the energy contained in it was released instantly. The wooden wall turned into ashes in an instant. The things in the house were blown around by the shock wave and then turned into a charred unidentified object in the flames.

The new home that Pat had carefully built disappeared in an instant. Even though he was hiding in a specially reinforced basement, he could still feel the vibrations coming from above.

The cameras installed around his house transmitted images of the destroyed room at the last moment. Everything that carried the warm memories of this small home was reduced to ashes in an instant.

But Pat had no time to be sad. After the explosion, the soldiers of the Injustice Society immediately rushed to Pat's home.

These soldiers obviously didn't believe that a member of the Justice Society of America would simply die in an explosion.

After they carried out the first round of exploratory attacks, the loud noise attracted those curious community members, and the wealthy middle-class housewives or young people did not know what fear was.

Even though the soldiers of the Injustice Society had the words "not to be trifled with" written all over their gear, those who had been driven away before still surrounded them.

"Oh my God, call the police!"

"What is wrong with this world? It's horrible that someone could do such a thing in broad daylight."

"Who are you? How dare you do such a thing?"

Perhaps because the ignorant are fearless, out of a desire to protect their own community, these people gathered together to point fingers at the soldiers of the Injustice Society instead of being afraid when they saw Pat's house being blown up. "A bunch of ignorant fools! If there is no order from above not to make a big deal out of this, I will definitely let these people taste the taste of bullets."

The commander in charge of this unit heard the noise coming from the surroundings and crushed the stone next to him into powder with one foot.

"And a few more people used smoke bombs, sound waves, and batons to drive that idiot away."

At the commander's command, the unjust soldiers rushed out like tigers descending from the mountains.

Although there were only seven of them, these professionally trained soldiers overpowered dozens of community members, forcing them to retreat ten meters with just their momentum.

Some women realized something was wrong and turned around to leave, but the idle young men were still making a fuss, whistling, booing and insulting the soldiers.

"What an ungrateful fool! Come on, brothers, let's show these guys how powerful we are."

Seven soldiers took out smoke bombs and threw them out. The yellow smoke instantly covered the entire street.

The soldiers of the Injustice Society are fully equipped and their movements are not affected even if the streets are covered in smoke.

But the residents who were making a fuss were not prepared for this. They were suddenly covered by smoke and inhaled the irritating gas without any precautions. They couldn't help but bend over and cough, tears and snot flowed down, and their entire faces were covered with mucus.

The people gathered together pushed each other and kept urging those around them to quickly leave the smoke and find a safe place.

The soldiers of the Injustice Society did not stop there. They threw out several more special grenades, which made a sharp sound wave when they hit the ground, directly shattering the glass on the entire street.

Ordinary people covered by the smoke have been tortured by the irritants and can hardly move. They fall to the ground and keep coughing and retching.

The sound waves hit their eardrums and exploded directly, and two streaks of blood flowed from their ear holes.

Then, ordinary people in the smoke screamed and fainted, lying on the streets like corpses, motionless.

"Bah! This is what happens when you are stupid."

The commander received reports from his men that the residents who had caused trouble had fainted, and he smiled triumphantly.

"This boring episode is over, let's continue with our mission. Let's cheer up everyone. Our target is the former members of the Justice Society of America, and they are the same idiots we just dealt with. If we are not careful, we will suffer a great loss."

The soldiers of the Injustice Society nodded in agreement, but there was not much tension.

Because everyone knows that old-school superheroes don’t kill people, especially those who operate in cities.

The worst that can happen is that you have to lie in bed for a few days, which is not a bad thing, and you can still get multiple times the salary!

These rigorously trained soldiers are not transformed, but they do become somewhat immune to the feelings of the flesh.

After receiving the order, they divided into four different groups according to the supermarket combat tactics and slowly moved towards the ruins of Pat's house.

There was nothing to explore about those ruins called Black Jade, but anyone with eyes could realize that there was no danger inside.

Pat did not show up. Either he was blown to charcoal in the previous attack, or he was hiding underground.

It is possible that he grew wings and flew away from the sky, but the soldiers of the Injustice Society believed that if such a thing happened, they would be able to see it.

So, the four groups did not respond. Every time they walked a certain distance, they would insert a machine that could create vibrations into the soil and then press the power button.

The cylindrical machine vibrated from the top, creating layer upon layer of shock waves that continuously impacted the ground beneath the feet, with the attack depth reaching more than ten meters.

"What a troublesome group of opponents!"

Pat, hiding underground, looked reluctantly at the small laboratory he had built with his own hands, and had no choice but to decide to give up.

He really didn't expect that the Injustice Society would be so crazy. Not only did they send people to hunt him down in a swaggering manner, but they even used heavy weapons.

All the cash he had prepared before was for the past unjust societies.

Although those people are powerful, they are used to fighting alone, so the traps installed in the yard can deal with individual super villains, but they are ineffective against these heavy firepower armies.

"What we are doing is no small feat. If we must make an analogy, it would be similar to World War II, in which the Justice Society of America participated."

Martin's previous advice rang in Pat's mind, and he realized that the young man's reminder was not groundless.

Almost twenty years have passed, and he is not the only one who has changed. The people in the Injustice Society have also changed from criminal villains to madmen who start wars.

"You can't be soft-hearted with these people!"

Pat made up his mind, abandoned these secret basements, and rushed into his beloved sports car.

He stepped on the accelerator, the car engine roared, and the wheels turned and rushed out directly from the ramp leading to the garage from the basement.

Although the garage exit was blocked by debris left over from the bombed room, the modified vehicle ran at full speed and knocked the debris out in one go.

The Injustice Society soldiers who were approaching step by step heard the roar of the engine, but their speed and reaction ability were far less than that of the machine.

Pat slammed the steering wheel, and the rear end of the car swung out, hitting the three soldiers directly, knocking them hundreds of meters away. Their bodies were dislocated, and they died instantly without being able to catch their breath.

"The target appears! Repeat, the target appears!"

"Open fire immediately. Use all the weapons in your hands to eliminate the target."

When the commander saw the enemy rushing out of the underground garage, he knew that the target was more dangerous than they had expected.

The other party was definitely not just the good guy shown in private chat, so he ordered his subordinates to use all their firepower without holding back.

Click, click!
"Little guys, the firepower you have is far from enough to deal with me!"

Pat laughed as he looked at the lasers raining down on him from outside the car, as if he were back in his youth.

He pressed the button at hand, and the ordinary-looking car began to deform, and within half a minute it turned into a steel giant.

The mirror-like shell reflects all lasers away.

"Yeah, it feels so good to beat up the bad guys!"

Pat cheered loudly, and the voice of the artificial intelligence Gideon rang in his ears:

"Gideon is at your service sir, please give your orders!"

PS: Uh, I'm procrastinating, please forgive me! Tomorrow I'll have two chapters, 8,000 words!
(End of this chapter)