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Chapter 882 Bane is really useful

The athlete made up his mind and pretended to be driving the aircraft after starting the automatic driving. In fact, his hand had already quietly touched his belt. He turned around quickly after touching the familiar short stick.

When the mechanism was pressed, the short stick, which was originally only the length of a palm, suddenly stretched to the length of an arm.

His code name is Athlete, so the weapons he uses are all sports-related equipment. For example, the short stick in his hand is actually the pole used for pole vaulting, but it is not fully extended.

Although he was riding in a medium-sized aircraft for transportation, the space inside did not allow him to fully unfold the five-meter-long pole, so he chose to unfold only a small part.

As for other equipment such as baseball bats, they are really not suitable for the current environment. Their destructive power is too strong and can easily damage the potions in the box.

The athlete was very agile. Because he wanted to finish the battle quickly, he didn't continue acting but rushed to the back warehouse like a cheetah. In almost the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the box where Robin was hiding.

He raised his right hand high and smashed it towards Robin who was behind the box with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The latter realized it later and dodged to the side a beat late.

The stick brushed past Robin's body, and he narrowly avoided the attack.

"boom!"

The stick made of special metal hit the floor with a dull thud. After dodging, Robin did not sit there and wait for death, but instead threw out his bat dart.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The three darts drew different trajectories in the air, but they had only one target, which was the athlete who was still in an attacking posture.

The athlete pressed the mechanism while throwing the stick to his left hand. The stick, which was originally only the length of his arm, extended again, this time to about the length of a person.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The athlete swung the stick in his left hand, spinning it so fast that its afterimages merged into one, transforming it into a shield, blocking three incoming darts.
After blocking the dart, the athlete measured the distance with his eyes, then pressed the mechanism again, swinging the stick down while it was still retracting, and it was about to hit Robin with perfect timing.

The transport plane was filled with boxes, and the originally spacious space became narrow. Robin, who had dodged once, had now hidden in front of a pile of boxes and was in a situation where he had no way to escape.

In desperation, Robin raised his own hands and crossed them above his head to block the athlete's blows.

"boom!"

The dull sound allowed even the spectators to feel the force. Under the pressure of the athlete's high and low position and strength, Robin was gradually being pressed to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more favorable for him, the athlete's mood also became better. He did not expect that this mission would bring him two unexpected surprises.

One is the clone that the Illuminati needs, and the other is Batman's assistant, the core figure of the Justice League, and Robin, the captain of the Young Justice League. Now he can definitely gain a lot of benefits from this.

He still doesn't understand the role of the clone, but he knows very well what Robin can do. Quick-Handed Roy Harper is a lesson for him.

As long as there are materials, the Illuminati can create a steady stream of clones, and then there will be one more spy infiltrating the Justice League. And this time it won't be a marginal figure like Kuaishou, but Robin who can reach the core.

The reason why the Illuminati targeted Kuaishou was because it was too easy to capture him. At first, they targeted several core assistants, but gave up because it was too difficult to capture them.

The difficulty of arresting is reduced, but the time to obtain core intelligence will increase. They waited for several years for Clone Roy to finally have the opportunity to contact the Justice League.

The athlete didn't know what the adults above were thinking. He was anxious, but he didn't have to worry this time. As long as he captured Robin, the Justice League would be as clear as his backyard. Just as he was thinking this, Robin, who was being pressed to the ground by the athlete, curled his lips and said something incomprehensible.

"We are now out of the range of Santa Prisca Island."

The athlete was curious and asked, "So what?"

"This means that even after the crash, you can't save these potions."

After Robin finished saying this, the athlete felt a huge force suddenly coming from his arm. This force was not something that an underage child could possess, and even an adult could not match it.

The athlete tried his best but still couldn't move forward to the ground. Instead, Robin pushed his hand back. Not only that, Robin slowly stood up in an extremely unphysiological posture.

In just a few seconds, the athlete was pushed up by Robin. After both of them stood up, the latter was still pushing the former towards the box behind him.

"You're not Robin? Who are you anyway?"

Even if the athlete was dumb, he would know that something was wrong, and he wasn't dumb either.

"hey-hey."

Robin's voice became strange, changing from the original childish boy's voice to a cute and playful girl's voice. Robin's appearance also changed along with the voice. After a period of distortion, Robin turned into a green-skinned girl.

"Mars Girl?!"

That's not surprising. The strength of the Martian is indeed not comparable to that of an Earthling like him. The athlete immediately exerted force after realizing something was wrong. The Martian girl was afraid of hurting the other party, so she also withdrew her strength and let the other party dodge to a safe distance.

"I see. So the attack on the processing plant was indeed a feint, and the real action is actually on my side."

The athlete reached for his belt, where he hid a lighter, the most portable weapon of the Martians.

"Don't be so scared, Mr. Athlete," the Martian girl said, reaching out to comfort her enemy. "You're not the reason for my visit, and I doubt you'll be in the mood to care about us anymore."

"What do you mean?"

The athlete found that he had more questions tonight, but the group of children in front of him did give him a lot of surprises.

The Martian girl didn't say anything, but tore off the waterproof cloth covering the box next to her. A screen with bright red numbers immediately caught the athlete's eye.

"Time bomb?! That's impossible! Where did you get it from..." The athlete thought of the answer before he finished speaking.

"Damn it! It's Bane!"

"Bingo! Correct answer!" The Martian girl turned into a stream of light and appeared next to the harpy.

"Now is the only time to escape."

(End of this chapter)