Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 500 You are so lowly! (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"What a bunch of brainless idiots! Damn Americans, even at this point, they still can't see the situation clearly."

"How dare you look down on me, a descendant of the Yamato people? How foolish!"

"Since you are so self-righteous, then destroy this rotten place along with it! I'm going to find new partners."

The Dragon King quickly ran out from the encirclement of the Injustice Society. His face changed instantly and he began to curse those who accused him as idiots. At the same time, he had the idea of slipping away.

Of course, people like him can always find reasons to justify their actions, so before escaping, he kept cursing the members of the Injustice Society who opposed him, completely forgetting how he distorted Brainwave and Icicle's orders.

Although the two men ordered the Dragon King to launch a plan to transform all the residents of Blue Valley Town into superhumans, they needed living people who could be organized by them.

But for the sake of his experiment, the Dragon King deliberately released all the potions, wanting to turn Blue Valley Town into a hell on earth so that he could collect more experimental data for his perverted experiment.

"A bunch of self-righteous Americans have ruined their brains in this lousy place called Blue Valley. The Justice League is clearly coming for the old guys, and Blue Valley is just a stumbling block in their path that they can easily kick aside. You can't even see this obvious fact, so you'll just stay here and wait for death."

The Dragon King muttered these words only to himself.

As he spoke, he walked through the center of the base and headed straight for the test area, wanting to take away the precious experimental data and the subordinates he had trained over the past few decades.

These things are related to whether he can get good treatment from the next partner, and he cannot be careless in the slightest.

"Honda, I don't care how many pools you've checked, release the potion immediately. The Justice League is moving too fast, we're running out of time, we have to leave this place immediately."

The Dragon King quickly rushed into the experimental area, his eyes fixed on the valuable information that only he could view, and he even looked at the situation around him.

He stretched out his hands, which were also covered with lizard scales, and kept operating on the computer, uploading all the research data of the Injustice Society in the past 20 years to a heavily encrypted server, and using his own body information as the key to open the cloud.

"Fortunately, I had anticipated this day and prepared everything. If I had waited until the last minute, I would have died along with these brainless Americans."

This is not an easy task. Even though the Dragon King is considered a genius, it will take time to make a complete transfer.

He watched the slowly advancing progress bar on the screen, feeling as if something was around his neck, tightening little by little, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Honda, you pighead, didn't you hear my orders? Why haven't I heard the warning sound of the potion being released? You are so negligent of my orders. Where has your spirit as a samurai gone?"

The Dragon King suddenly stood up from his chair, turned around and started cursing.

He didn't see his assistant busy at work, and without thinking, he started scolding him, like a father scolding his son. Although the person was not in front of him, it made him even more angry.

"This lazy, mediocre person actually dared not to come forward and listen to my teachings when I was angry. He is truly lawless!"

The Dragon King had already prepared the computer data, so he rolled up his sleeves, drew out a bamboo sword, and prepared to teach these disobedient subordinates a lesson and let them feel the care from their superiors.

When he walked out of the computer room specially equipped for the experimental project, he saw people wearing biochemical protective suits and ordinary white coats lying on the ground.

"Someone died, someone fainted?"

The Dragon King quickly turned over the bodies of several people and checked their conditions. He found that his carefully trained men were all dead, and the ordinary researchers were just unconscious.

"Are you looking for this person?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the quiet experimental area, and then the close assistant mentioned by the Dragon King was thrown in front of him, but he was covered with bruises, his face was covered in blood, his hands and feet were broken, and he was only hanging on to his breath, completely beyond help.

The Dragon King shuddered at the sight of his assistant's miserable appearance. Immediately, all the scales on his body stood up and his pupils shrank into a vertical line.

He held his breath, trying hard to control his body from shaking, but he could still feel the scrutinizing gaze behind him.

"Who are you and why did you break into my base? If you have the ability to do that, you can ask for whatever you want. I am a rational person and I will not risk my life by doing something stupid!"

The Dragon King uttered the last syllable and turned around suddenly. His speed was so fast that ordinary people could only catch a glimpse of his residual shadow.

boom!
Only the sound of a gunshot echoed in the experiment.

The Dragon King's sneak attack failed. The gun in his hand was knocked away and flew ten meters away before falling to the ground.

He also stopped where he was, not daring to move. Sweat poured down his forehead, soaking his hood.

"You're faster than your daughter!"

A puff of green smoke slowly emerged from the pistol transformed from the mother box in Martin's hand, and the muzzle was pointed at the Dragon King's head.

He walked slowly forward and stopped ten meters away from the Dragon King. Half of his body was still in the shadows, but it was enough for people to see his face clearly.

"Oh it's you!"

The Dragon King was surprised, but this was not something worth being surprised about.

Although he didn't know the name of the superhero in front of him, just by looking at the other party's series of actions in Blue Valley Town, he knew that he would definitely be able to do such a thing.

But he was still very surprised, surprised that he had been cut off from his retreat by a young man.

"Dragon King, that's a really big code name. You're a Japanese, a war criminal who committed countless crimes during World War II. With a name like that, wouldn't you be terrified when you wake up in the middle of the night?"

Martin stared at the Dragon King with his eyes, his serious face, though silent, revealed full of anger.

"Are you Chinese?"

The Dragon King was very surprised by Martin's identity.

"You have a pretty good eye. Would you mind explaining to me how you figured it out?"

Of course, Martin would not deny his origin, but his appearance was a little special and not everyone could see it at a glance.

"Of course, I'm good at identifying Chinese people. I'm too familiar with the anger in you. Every Chinese pig lying on my operating table is as angry as you, but soon their anger turns into..."

boom!
Martin pulled the trigger, and the beam shot out from the Mother Box pistol directly turned one of the Dragon King's thighs into minced meat, which flew everywhere and splashed on the surrounding walls.

"Eight Yalu, you stupid Chinese pig, you broke my leg... You lowly person, how dare you do such a thing? I want you to pay the price, stupid pig..."

The Dragon King fell to the ground, wailing and spewing feces, constantly belittling the identity of the Chinese.

Martin pulled the trigger again, and the beam of light from the pistol pierced the Dragon King's other thigh, but there was no other damage, so blood kept spurting out of the wound like a fountain.

"The Chinese are inferior people, so what kind of person are you, lying on the ground, howling like a stray dog?"

Martin stepped on the Dragon King's chest, and then the sound of broken ribs came from under his feet. The green scales could not protect his body at all.

"I am a noble Yamato. People like you..." "Ah!"

Martin didn't want to listen to this kind of nonsense. He looked down at him with icy eyes and shouted, "Noble Yamato nation? Do you think you're still living in 1937? You're wrong. You're nothing but a rat living in the gutter, a broken-back dog who can only bark at the air, a war criminal and executioner who should have been punished long ago!"

He recalled the experimental data that the Dragon King treasured, and the tragic scenes of those lying on the test bench and being dismembered. His voice became increasingly excited, and he stepped harder on the guy's chest.

The Dragon King struggled hard, trying to get rid of the pain, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of Martin's feet. Instead, his broken ribs pierced deeply into his lungs, and even when he exhaled, he vomited blood.

He had modified his body, so injuries that would cause serious death to ordinary people were nothing to him.

Because of this, he could only endure Martin's repeated torture and spit out blood in large mouthfuls.

Such pain is just an appetizer for Martin and Batman. Every superhero has come out of great pain and can basically ignore physical pain.

But the Dragon King was not such a persevering person. He grabbed Martin's feet, his lips trembling, and despite the pain of his lungs being punctured, he said word by word:

"I, I, I am willing to surrender to you, please, please spare me!"

"You want to surrender, but I won't accept it!"

Martin kicked the Dragon King away, and he crashed into those large petri dishes, breaking several more bones of the Dragon King.

"Do not……"

The Dragon King supported himself on the floor with both hands, coughing uncontrollably and spitting out a large pool of blood mixed with fragments of a punctured lung.

He quickly raised it up and tried to escape, but happened to face the corpse floating in the petri dish.

"I want to live. A noble imperial soldier must not die in this place!"

The Dragon King seemed to see his own appearance in the corpse. He was frightened by the appearance of the corpse and stepped back repeatedly, but bumped into Martin again.

"what!"

This noble imperial soldier made a sound shriller than a woman's and struggled to crawl in the other direction.

The leg that Martin had knocked off was slowly recovering, but he no longer cared about that.

Martin looked at the miserable appearance of the Dragon King, and did not feel relieved after beating him. He still felt disgusted and angry.

"Sometimes, I really can't understand one thing. How can there be such disgusting things as you in this world? How can people like you commit heinous crimes and yet not be brought to justice?"

"At times like these, I'll remember my special place and know that my mission is to completely eliminate disgusting things like you from every world, so that you can never appear again."

Martin had lost interest in talking to the Dragon King, and he once again pointed the pistol transformed from the Mother Box at the Dragon King.

"Don't worry, you won't go to hell after you die. People like you will only be completely forgotten, forever becoming filthy creatures spurned by history, making people feel sick just thinking about you."

"No, I don't want to die!"

The Dragon King looked at the black muzzle of the gun and knew that he was really going to die this time. His body couldn't help but tremble.

"Please spare me! I'm willing to go to jail and tell you everything I know. I'll do anything as long as I don't die!"

Boom, boom, boom...

The Dragon King dragged his growing stump and knelt in front of Martin, begging for mercy. He kowtowed to him so hard that his forehead was flattened, but he still didn't stop.

Martin didn't say anything, and his hand holding the gun didn't move. Only his sharp eyes were still staring at the sinner, as if he was judging the man's words in his heart.

The Dragon King did not stop, and continued to beg for mercy and kowtow, staining the steel floor red.

Suddenly, the Dragon King, who was lying on Martin, jumped up suddenly, his hands exploded, forming a blood mist, and the surrounding steel was instantly corroded into acid water.

All the tightly sealed petri dishes were opened, and the experimental subjects inside ran out.

"I can still live. China pigs are just such idiots, always soft-hearted! Haha!"

The Dragon King fell to the ground. Although he lost both hands, he was able to crawl on the ground like a snake at a very fast speed.

He rushed towards the secret exit that had been prepared long ago, as if he had seen the dawn of life.

"Even though I didn't bring anything with me, it doesn't matter. I still have my brain. As long as I survive, I will be able to make a comeback one day."

“It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit!”

Martin didn't use his eyes to see, but pulled the trigger based on his feeling. The Mother Box Pistol fired a beam of light, directly knocking the fleeing Dragon King to the ground.

His two legs disappeared in the explosion, and his clothes and scales were stuck together, looking black, as if he had just crawled out of a mud pit.

Then, Martin transformed the mother box into the form of a Rubik's Cube and threw it into the sky. Each small module of the Rubik's Cube began to rotate, bursting out with a powerful suction force, directly sucking in things such as blood mist and experimental subjects.

As for what lies beyond these small cubes, it could be space, a star, or even a black hole...

Martin didn't care about these things. He walked towards the Dragon King with empty hands.

This guy is not dead yet, he is conscious, and the injured parts of his body are slowly recovering.

"You are so lowly now. You don't even have hands or feet. How can you still speak so shamelessly?"

Martin used his last sentence to break the Dragon King's mental defenses, and he fell from the paradise of hope to the hell of despair. The huge gap caused the Dragon King to collapse mentally.

"You let me go on purpose just to humiliate me in this way. Shameless! You are a shameless person and don't deserve the title of hero at all!"

"You made the choice yourself, I just cooperated with you."

Martin sneered and summoned the Mother Box back into his hand, turning it into a pistol.

"If I hadn't attacked you, would you have..."

"Of course not. You must die today and pay for your crimes!"

Martin crushed the Dragon King's last hope and pulled the trigger. The light flew out and directly penetrated his head and set his body on fire.

PS: I repaired my computer's network this morning, so I'm a little late!

(End of this chapter)