Martin Variety in American Comics

"I really didn't expect that you could shoot a girl in the head with a straight face and burn her body!"

Pat's voice came from the headset. He had been paying attention to Martin, but he didn't expect such a result in the end.

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

From any point of view, Cindy's ruthless act of blowing up half of the dormitory building and killing hundreds of people was not enough to let her live.

"The Injustice Society has penetrated all aspects of Blue Valley Town. If that girl is really handed over to the police, even if she can go to court, I'm afraid she will only be sentenced to life imprisonment. With the help of the Injustice Society, she can leave at any time even if she is locked in prison."

The law is useful, but only if someone uses it. Blue Valley Town is the territory of the Injustice Society, so how could the police and the court here sentence Cindy to death.

"What a fucking world!"

Pat is almost forty years old, and he knows very well what the American society is like, what can support him, and who his enemies are.

Martin did not continue this topic. He was going to take a trip to Cindy's house to continue to stimulate those hidden Injustice Society members.

If none of them show up, then Martin will fight them one by one, weakening their power little by little.

"It's only noon now, work harder and try to wipe out this Injustice Society before the end of today, pry open their mouths, and dig out all the old guys hiding in the dark."

Martin looked up at the sun that was about to reach the mid-heaven and set such a goal for himself.

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

"It's like someone sending a pillow when you're sleepy. The people from the Injustice Society have finally surfaced!"

Martin rubbed his hands, summoned the Green Lantern lamp furnace back into his hand, took off directly from the spot, and rushed towards Pat's home.

……

"It's terrible!"

Pat had been paying attention to Martin, thus ignoring the situation around him.

Martin was making such a big fuss, the Injustice Society guys must be paying attention to Martin, and probably didn't have the energy to pay attention to him.

Just when Pat was concentrating, all the alarm devices he had set up around his home rang.

This small room, specially separated, lit up with dazzling red alarm lights, flashing back and forth, which could blind people's eyes. Then, an ear-piercing buzzing sound also rang, squeaking, making people panic.

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

After the Justice Society disappeared, he ran for ten years to find those old friends. After having no results, he returned to normal life.

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

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, he would remember the days when he fought side by side with his old friends, but he did not expect that he would have to go to the battlefield one day.

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

Pat said to himself in a low voice, and then looked at the screen.

The cameras installed around the room monitored every direction without dead ends, allowing him to see all the disturbances around the house.

Pat's house is a typical middle-class small building, located on the outer edge of Blue Valley Town, and is separated from the surrounding neighbors' houses.

At this time, many men went to work, leaving a bunch of women doing housework at home, and when they were free, they went to visit acquaintances' homes.

Most of the communities in the United States are in such a conservative state. Although the tools used have been replaced one after another, the ideas in their minds have not changed much.

The general members of the Injustice Society rushed towards Pat's house along the road, swaggering, driving armored vehicles reinforced with special steel plates, and each member was equipped with exoskeletons and special individual weapons.

They had no intention of hiding their identities at all. The first thing they did when they entered this community was to drive people away.

The silent soldiers were like robots with pre-set programs. As soon as they got out of the car, they drove out all the people from the houses near this small street, expelling them silently.

"Are these people so kind?"

He guessed the purpose of the Injustice Society in doing this while debugging the traps he had prepared long ago.

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

Pat was also relieved to see this scene. Of course, he didn't want to involve innocent people in the battle with the Injustice Society.

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

The rockets of these soldiers were not filled with solid projectiles full of explosives, but clumps of plasma-like gel.

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

The speed of the plasma clumps was only the same as the bullets shot from ordinary pistols, but the trajectory of the flight was shaky, which made these plasma clumps look like they were flying very slowly.

But apart from the speed, the power of these plasma clumps far exceeded that of ordinary kinetic energy weapons. The capacity released only from the edge melted all the traps that Pat used to intercept airborne objects.

Boom!

A few seconds later, the plasma clumps hit the walls of Pat's house, and all the energy contained inside was released instantly. The wooden walls instantly turned into ashes, and the things in the house were blown around by the shock wave, and then turned into a pile of charred unknown objects in the flames.

Pat's carefully built new home disappeared in an instant. Even though he was hiding in a specially reinforced basement, he could still feel the vibration from above.

The cameras set up around his home transmitted the images of the room being destroyed at the last moment. All the things that carried the warm memories of this small home disappeared in an instant.

But Pat didn't have time to grieve at all. After the explosion, the Injustice Society soldiers immediately rushed towards Pat's house.

These soldiers obviously did not believe that a member of the American Justice Association would simply die in an explosion.

After they launched the first tentative attack, the huge noise attracted those curious community members, and the rich and idle middle-class housewives or young people simply didn't know what fear was.

Even though the Injustice Society soldiers had written the words "don't mess with me" all over their equipment, those who had been driven away still gathered around and pointed fingers at the Injustice Society soldiers.

"Oh my god, call the police quickly!"

"What is happening to this world? Someone can do such a thing in broad daylight. It's terrible."

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

Perhaps because of the fearlessness of the ignorant, out of protection for their own community, these gathered people not only did not fear the house that was blown up, but instead gathered together to point fingers at the Injustice Society soldiers.

"A bunch of ignorant fools! If it weren't for the orders from above not to make this matter bigger, I would definitely let these people taste the taste of bullets."

The commander in charge of this force heard the surrounding sounds and crushed the stone next to him into powder with one foot.

"A few more people use smoke bombs, sonic waves, and batons to drive those idiots away."

At the commander's order, the Injustice Society soldiers rushed out like tigers descending the mountain.

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

Some women realized that something was wrong and turned to leave. But the young people who had nothing to do were still booing, whistling and hissing at the rushing soldiers, and saying insulting words.

"Shameless fools! Brothers, let's go, let these guys know how powerful we are."

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

The Injustice Society soldiers have complete equipment. Even if the street is covered by smoke, it will not affect their actions.

But those booing residents did not have such preparations. Suddenly covered by smoke, they inhaled irritating gas without any precautions. One by one, they couldn't help but bend over and cough, and tears and snot flowed down, covering their entire faces with mucus.

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

The Injustice Society soldiers did not stop there, and threw out several more special grenades, which made ear-piercing sound waves when they landed on the ground, directly shattering the glass on the entire street.

The ordinary people covered by smoke had been tortured by the irritating substances and could hardly move, lying on the ground coughing and retching non-stop.

When the sonic waves hit, their eardrums exploded directly, and two streaks of blood flowed from their ear canals.

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

"Bah! This is the end of stupidity."

The commander received a report from his subordinates that the troublemaking residents had fainted and smiled triumphantly.

"The boring interlude is over, let's continue our mission. Everyone, cheer up. Our mission target is a former member of the American Justice Association. The other party is not the same as the idiots we just dealt with. If you are not careful, you will suffer a big loss."

The Injustice Society soldiers nodded in agreement, but they did not have too much tension.

Because everyone knows that old-fashioned superheroes do not kill people, especially those superheroes who are active in the city.

At best, they will lie in bed for a few days, which is not a bad thing, and they can also get multiple wages!

These soldiers who have undergone rigorous training have not been modified, but they can indeed be immune to the feelings of the flesh to some extent.

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

There is nothing to explore in those ruins called Black Jade. Anyone with eyes can realize that there is no danger inside.

Pat did not show up, either he was charred in the previous attack, or he was hiding underground.

It is possible that he put on wings and flew from the sky, but the Injustice Society soldiers believe that if that happened, they would definitely be able to see it.

So, these four groups did not respond. Every time they walked a certain distance, they would insert a machine that could generate vibration into the soil, and then press the activation button.

The cylindrical machine vibrated from the top, creating layers of shock waves, constantly impacting the ground under their feet, attacking to a depth of more than ten meters.

"What a bunch of troublesome opponents!"

Pat, who was hiding underground, glanced at the small laboratory he had made with his own hands with reluctance and reluctantly made the decision to give up here.

He really did not expect that the Injustice Society would be so crazy, not only sending people to hunt him down swaggeringly, but even using heavy weapons.

All the cash he had prepared before was for the past Injustice Society.

Although those people were powerful, they were used to fighting alone, so the traps in the yard could deal with individual super villains, but they were not effective against these armies with heavy firepower.

"What we are doing is not a small fight. If we must make an analogy, it is like the Second World War that the American Justice Association once participated in."

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

Nearly twenty years have passed, and he is not the only one who has changed. The Injustice Society those people have also changed from criminal villains to lunatics who launch wars.

"We can't be soft-hearted towards these people!"

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

He slammed on the accelerator, the car engine roared, and the wheels turned and rushed out directly from the slope from the basement to the garage.

Although the exit of the garage was blocked by debris after the room was destroyed, the modified vehicle drove at full power and flew the debris away.

The Injustice Society soldiers who were approaching heard the roar of the engine, but their speed and reaction force were far from exceeding the machine.

Pat slammed the steering wheel, and the rear of the car swung out, directly hitting three soldiers, sending these guys flying hundreds of meters away. Their bodies were dislocated, they couldn't catch their breath, and they died directly.

"Target appears! Repeat, target appears!"

"Open fire immediately, use all the weapons in your hands, and be sure to eliminate the target."

The commander looked at the enemy rushing out of the underground garage and knew that the target was more dangerous than they had expected.

The other party is definitely not just the good old man shown in the private chat, so he ordered his subordinates to use all their firepower without any reservations.

Click, click!

"Little things, your firepower is far from enough to deal with me!"

Pat laughed as he watched the lasers hitting outside the car like raindrops, as if he had returned to his youth.

He pressed the button next to him, and the originally unremarkable car began to deform, turning into a steel giant in half a minute.

The mirror-like shell reflected all the lasers.

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

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

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

PS: Uh, procrastination has struck, please forgive me! There will still be two chapters tomorrow, eight thousand words!