The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 871 Athletes and the Illuminati
"Wait a moment, Young Master Hai."

Robin shouted in the mental channel, only a fool would choose to retreat at this critical moment.

"There's a plane landing on the helipad outside. It's very likely that some important person has arrived."

After saying this, Robin looked at the screen intently, afraid that he would miss any details.

After a few seconds, the hatch of the aircraft slowly opened, and a burly man appeared in everyone's sight.

The hockey mask and the specially made uniform were so unique that Robin recognized the other person at a glance.

"Athlete?" Robin said with an incredulous expression. "How could it be him?"

Happy, who was standing behind Robin, remained silent. Unlike the former, he knew some of the plot. Although he had forgotten most of it due to the passage of time, he still remembered some of the more memorable things.

For example, the athlete was originally just a second-rate villain, but in the Young Justice universe he had the support of the Illuminati. In addition, he was Artemis's father, so Yang Le had a deep impression of him.

It has been a few years since Yang Le last reviewed "Young Justice", but based on the information in his mind and the information he searched on Santa Prisca Island, this is enough for Yang Le to guess an answer.

It can be seen from the fact that Wangshe personally led his followers to welcome the athletes that the two must be in the same group and have a superior-subordinate relationship.

As someone who helps the Illuminati, it is basically impossible for the athlete to move to any place at will. And in Santa Prisca Island, a place with scarce resources, there is obviously only one thing that is valuable enough to attract the attention of the Illuminati.

Cobra venom, the latest enhancement potion, it is obvious that athletes come for this thing. Yang Le glanced at the screens of other camera angles again.

Sure enough, on another screen that showed the tarmac, there was a pile of packed boxes landing on a cart in the corner.

The cameras in the processing plant don't have a radio function, so it's impossible to hear what these people are saying even from such a distance. However, judging by the movements, King Snake seems to be chatting with the athlete.

After the two talked for a while, accompanied by the movement of King Snake's hands, a subordinate came over pushing a cart. There was only a large box on the cart, and it was not stacked very high like other carts. It should be used for inspection.

The king cobra opened the box, and thanks to the high definition of the camera, Robin and Habby were able to see the cobra venom neatly arranged in transparent jars inside the box.

That strange purple color was so eye-catching, exactly the same as the color recorded in the information.

"The boss of the Cobra Cult is an athlete? How is that possible?"

Robin was shocked again. It wasn't that he looked down on... well, he just looked down on the athlete a little. In his impression, this guy was just a mercenary who did things for money, and he wasn't even one of the top ones.

This is not really Robin's fault, because the Justice League's database has a classification for various super criminals. Athletes are classified as second-rate mercenaries. Unless they are hired by someone, they will only do things like robbing banks.

And recruiting the Cobra Cult to produce a strengthening potion that can arm an army is not something that an athlete can do.

The athlete's brains, funds, ambition, etc. cannot support him to commit a big case of this level, so Robin speculates that the athlete is just a runner and there must be a real big fish behind him.

"Wait!" Robin said softly as he re-examined the information he had received. Suddenly, he felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning. He looked at the harpy beside him.

"Giant potion, Illuminati?"

Robin connected the pieces of information and got the answer without anyone reminding him. Yang Le nodded in satisfaction. Although he couldn't remember it clearly, he vaguely remembered that the Illuminati was exposed to the Justice League's sight relatively late.

In this universe, because Harpy mentioned the Illuminati when he first joined the Justice League, although the Justice League did not know the true identity of this organization, they still created a related folder waiting to be filled.

Robin also connected all of this together because of the amount of information he read. It can only be said that although Dick is not the Batboy who is famous for his reasoning, he also has his strengths.

"That's what they did." Happy nodded, and although his tone was uncertain, he actually agreed with Robin's inference.

"This is really a big fish." A few drops of cold sweat seeped out of Robin's forehead. This was indeed beyond their ability to handle.

Seeing that he could not gather any useful information by staying any longer, Robin prepared to evacuate. Just as he was about to notify Happy, he heard a voice coming from the speaker next to the control center.

"Calling the control center, have you found anything unusual?"

This voice made Robin stunned for a moment, and then he immediately shouted in the mental channel.

'retreat!'

...

"Call Control! Call Control!"

A Cobra cultist kept shouting into the walkie-talkie. After shouting four or five times without any response, he immediately realized that something was wrong and hurried to the King Snake who was talking to the athlete.

When King Snake saw the cultists with unusual expressions, he knew something was wrong. He leaned over to listen to the cultists say that there was a problem in the control center, and the first thing he thought of was that Bane had returned.

"Where are the believers sent out on patrol?" asked King Snake, his tone calm as if everything was under control.

"There hasn't been a response for a while." A trace of sweat dripped from the cultist's forehead. "I'll go ask now."

"Looks like you're in trouble." The athlete overheard the conversation between the two. "Do you need my help?"

As the athlete spoke, he subconsciously put the medicine that had just been given to him for inspection into his waist bag. He also thought that the original owner of the factory had returned, so he immediately pulled out the special baseball bat behind him.

"Don't bother with your help, sir. I should be able to handle this," King Snake declined. "Of course, if you have time, you can come over and take a look and give me some advice."

...

Led by King Snake, everyone came to the control center of the processing plant. This was the first place where the problem was discovered, so the investigation must start from here.

After the door of the control center was opened, Wangshe smelled a faint scent. He frowned and then looked into the room. The first thing he saw was two believers lying on the ground.

Without King Snake's command, the two believers immediately went up to check on their companions and reported after a brief examination.

"He just fell asleep. He must have inhaled some anesthetic gas."

(End of this chapter)