The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 881 The action begins

The athletes couldn't understand why the children who had been chased by them before and fled in fear were now bold enough to come back and blow up the pharmaceutical processing plant which was equivalent to their base.

"Could it be that the Justice League is here?" The athlete expressed his thoughts in order to ask the king snake beside him.

The athlete is a typical American white male athlete. His IQ cannot be said to be bad, but it is definitely not excellent. After all, he wanted to make a living by relying on his extraordinary athletic ability in the beginning, so naturally he didn't pay much attention to academic subjects.

However, later on, because he engaged in criminal business, the athlete had to think about things like criminal plans, and his brain became much more active.

However, when facing King Snake, who relies on his high IQ to deceive believers, he seems a little inferior. Joining the Illuminati for so many years has also made Athlete, a guy who is used to working alone, become proficient in using the resources at hand.

For example, Wang Snake is his subordinate in terms of status. After all, talent is also a kind of resource.

"Probably not." King Snake shook his head. "If it's the Justice League, then why don't they just come and take us down? You know, the factory isn't alive. People can run, but the factory won't."

"Batman is not a brainless person. He knows the principle of alerting the enemy. If the enemy is powerful enough, he will not do such a thing as destroying the building without caring about the people."

"So it's just those kids," the athlete said, his eyes narrowed. "Looks like they're not giving up. What a bunch of ignorant little bastards."

"No matter what those kids are going to do, cobra venom is a very precious resource and no mistakes are allowed." King Snake waved his hand, and the twenty enhanced believers who had been standing by on standby immediately set off towards the processing plant.

"We need to send more people. We can't let the fire at the processing plant continue to spread."

It's no wonder that King Snake made a fuss. In order to avoid being caught by the Justice League, Bane did not connect the equipment in the factory to the external network when building the processing plant. The computers here are not connected to the Internet.

Later, the Cobra Cult thought this was a good idea and continued to use this design. It must be said that this decision was indeed wise. Even Batman took two or three months to discover the clues.

However, the drawbacks of this design have now been exposed. Because there is no internet connection at all, the data stored in the mainframe of the processing plant cannot be sent out using modern methods.

It can only be transferred manually to a USB flash drive or other storage devices, and for the sake of secrecy, the Illuminati did not take the initiative to contact King Cobra before cobra venom was developed on a large scale.

Until today, because the amount required by the Illuminati was completed, King Snake took the initiative to contact the athlete, who then came to Santa Prisca for inspection and took all the potions back.

To sum up, there is only one copy of all the information about cobra venom in the world, and it is stored in the main unit in the processing plant. If it is burned by fire, it will be gone.

Under the command of King Snake, a large number of Cobra Cultists rushed to the processing plant, leaving only a small group for guarding and completing the final work.

"Although I don't know if those guys are that brave, but in order to prevent any more trouble, you should leave as soon as possible."

When the King Snake saw that all the potions had been filled, he turned and said to the athlete.

"You mean those kids might come and rescue this guy?" The athlete's eyes widened. "That's certainly a possibility. Kids are always unpredictable."

The athlete might be working for someone else, but the Illuminati's demands forced him to be cautious, so he wouldn't say things like, "Impossible, why would I be afraid of those kids?" At King Snake's persuasion, the athlete didn't waste any words and escorted Harpy toward the transport plane's hatch.

The athlete didn't dare to delay and with the secret cooperation of Habib, the two of them walked to the transport plane in two or three steps. As soon as they boarded the plane, they saw the neatly stacked boxes.

The athlete arranged Habby in the seat behind the transport plane's cockpit, next to the pile of boxes.

Because his original mission this time was to transport cobra venom, and the harpy was just a pleasant surprise, so there were no cages or anything like that on the athlete's transport plane.

However, although he didn't have a cage or anything like that, he still had equipment that could deal with the ropes of superhumans, so the athlete used this special rope to tie Yang Le up to the chair.

"For your own safety, you'd better not have any small thoughts."

He thought of warning the harpy to prevent him from doing anything tricky after taking off, but the other party gave him an unexpected answer.

"Don't worry," Habib added, "My previous outburst used up all my strength. I won't be able to use my superpowers for a while. It would cause my body to collapse."

This is to allow the athlete to fly the plane with peace of mind, so that he won't be suspicious and cause the two of them to crash. However, for the high-tech automatic driving aircraft, Habib's worries are a bit unnecessary.

As long as the athlete can get the aircraft to a high enough altitude to use the automatic pilot, he can then return to the rear cabin to monitor the harpy.

After planning everything in his mind, the athlete walked into the cockpit and skillfully started the aircraft. After a slight feeling of weightlessness, the aircraft slowly took off. A few minutes later, he had reached a sufficient height while moving forward.

Everything was going well at the moment. The athlete was about to turn on the automatic driving function when he suddenly noticed the display on the control panel, which showed the status of the rear compartment.

A head was popping out from behind the pile of boxes. If the athlete was not mistaken, it should be Robin's head.

How audacious!

The athlete sneered in his heart. He finally understood the plan of these kids. They wanted to use the fire in the processing plant to lure everyone away, and then Robin, who was the best at stealth, would sneak in to rescue his companions.

However, because he and King Snake were always standing next to Weapon O, Robin could not find any suitable opportunity to rescue people, so he could only hide in the transport plane.

Once the transport plane takes off, the aircraft becomes a secret room where outsiders cannot bring in reinforcements, and Robin has to deal with the enemy alone. Of course, Robin also has no reinforcements.

In the eyes of the athlete, Robin was taking a gamble, betting that he could defeat himself. This was indeed a feasible plan, but it was also a crazy plan.

"Good boy, I'm going to see how much you can really do!"

(End of this chapter)