The walls of flesh and blood poured down in a vast river, engulfing the Deathknell, the Shadow Warrior, and Lars Gul El below.

Li Ang stood in the middle of the river of blood, the magic circuit of the Wanhua Cardinal's box flashed red, and the scattered pieces of iron melted into viscous molten iron, gradually gathering together, solidifying into the shape of a throne, standing at his feet,

Countless flesh-and-blood faces surrounded him, just like the flattering attendants beside the king.

Leon Shi Ran dug out the steel prosthetic leg of Baron Straker from the snow, handed it to Cardinal Wanhua at random, told him to chew and devour, and then turned to the blood river and whispered, "Let's go, go back to the manor." ”

The giant slug-like river of flesh trembled meekly, and in response to the Founder's call, it slid across the road and into the sea below, carrying mutilated pieces and captives.

The traces of the battlefield were too obvious, the four gunships that fell from the sky were still in flames, and Leon casually patted the Iron Throne under him.

Cardinal Wanhua, who was still savoring the steel prosthetics, moved in response to the sound, overflowing in the form of molten iron, engulfing and eroding the wreckage of the helicopter as nourishment for growth.

Everything had settled, the wind and snow were still drifting, Li Ang bowed down, pressed his palm on the ground, and the aura around his body escaped along the leylines of the earth.

Knock, knock, knock.

The earth seemed to have a heartbeat and began to tremble slightly, and with each sound, the snow on the surface shook a little.

After three minor earthquakes, the mud surface of the battlefield has been completely covered with snow, and from a distance, everything is still the quiet and peaceful appearance of the forest and snow field.

As for the trees that broke due to the fighting, they can also be prevaricated by the fact that the snowfall was too heavy and the trees were crushed.

After the battlefield was cleared, Li Ang took the Wanhua cardinal box and walked leisurely towards his pickup truck in the distance.

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When Lars Gul El woke up again, he found himself lying on a stainless steel stretcher, his hands, feet, and neck firmly buckled by belts, and covered with a white dust cloth.

He looked to the left and right in a little confusion, and it was a hallway of a confined space, with white tiles on the floor and walls, and inorganic cylindrical tubes embedded in the ceiling.

"It looks like a hospital, am I being captured?"

He tried his best to recall his memory, but the image in his mind remained stagnant at the moment when the flesh wall fell.

Suddenly, the stretcher bed under him was pushed, and four small tires rubbed against the ground, making a bone rattling sound.

He was suddenly startled in his heart, tilted his head and looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the person pushing the cart was the young man in a white coat.

Leon smiled gently, "You're awake." ”

“..... Where is this? The Assassin leader asked indifferently.

"For now, this is just a workshop," Leon replied, "but with the influx of money, equipment, and experiments, this will soon be my private base for experiments." ”

Experiment?

Despair crept into the heart of Lars Gul Al and was so impressed by the obscuring walls of flesh that even in his centuries of life he had never seen anything comparable to it—not even the scorching Hell of the sacred texts.

The thought of being swallowed up by minced meat, with the sweet, wriggling pieces of flesh in his nose, mouth, and even throat filled his mouth, made the Assassin leader feel stomach acid and almost vomited.

Fortunately, the strong willpower stopped the physical gaffe, and Lars Gul El forcibly calmed down, since the other party did not kill him in the first place, then there was still room for mediation.

"What do you want?" The leader of the Assassins spoke, "Whether it's money, power, or even..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in any of that." Li Ang interrupted the Arab's words indifferently and said indifferently: "Listen, I don't care how huge the social resources of the organization behind you are, and I don't care how many benefits you can convey to me - anyway, in a few months, I will be able to become one of the richest people in the world in a serious way, and I don't need your black money at all." ”

"Well," Lars Gul El said as humbly as he could, "Your Excellency, perhaps you don't have much of a desire for money, but there is an entire League of Assassins standing behind me. ”

"Oh? Do you mean the soldiers in black? Li Ang nodded and said indifferently: "Their fighting skills and tactical literacy are indeed the most elite ordinary humans I have ever met - and the overall way of acting is very similar to an acquaintance I know." ”

The acquaintance he was talking about was naturally Batman, who had been trained in the League of Assassins.

Rals Gul El ignored the topic with selective amnesia unchanged, and continued calmly: "The power of the Assassin Alliance is far more than that, we are entrenched in the island country of Japan, and we form an inseparable network of relationships with the local chaebols, families, and magnates, and we are the rulers of the country in the true sense of the word..."

"But I've heard Knell say, haven't you Assassin League always proclaimed that 'justice must be achieved with your own hands'? How could it be colluded with the chaebol elites? ”

Lars Gul El was in a hurry, thinking that Death Knell had completely surrendered to the enemy, and continued to state, "As a huge organization like a deep sea titan, the daily operations of the Assassin Alliance naturally cannot be separated from civilized society, in order to maintain the continuity and purity of the organization, we will use agents to carry out the transfer of interests. ”

"...."Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes, these self-proclaimed organizations with a "long history" and "huge power" took turns to play, what Gotham gangs, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, Assassin Alliance.... Gotham City has become a vast stage for these actors and clowns.

He was not at all interested in what the Arabs claimed, and simply pushed the stretcher bed slowly down the narrow corridor.

Seeing Leon's indifferent attitude, Lars Gul El reluctantly closed his mouth, looked left and right, racking his brains to think of countermeasures.

The basement of the Williams estate has been urgently expanded, and on either side of the corridor are cubicles made of special bulletproof glass.

Noticing the nervous appearance of the Assassin Leader, Leon smiled and said, "These compartments are specially used by me to hold test subjects, and they are arranged according to the degree of danger, potential value, and progress of the experiment.

As a high-value target, your private room is still in front. ”