"The social vigilantes are fighting crimes and arresting drug dealers, why did she die, but a girl who didn't do anything?"

"If the so-called justice is to sacrifice young lives to obtain, then the world is simply destroyed!!

Xingle's words made Brian and Hughes speechless, yes, for this child, the so-called justice has long become another form of transaction, and this form has also tormented this child's life.

“... I know that the social vigilante didn't kill her, he just fought drug dealers and criminals, but I still hate him, why he wants to stop him, why he can't even let go of the last meeting between father and daughter, and hate what qualifications he has to decide the life and death of others! ”

"I hate what he did, I hate the people he hurt by his violence, I hate him for letting me see people passing, and I will never forgive him!!"

Almost hysterically screaming, Xingle completely squandered the obsession hidden under the calm, and told them what kind of attachment this teenager carried.

"I will never forgive... Superheroes are such beings..."

That's right, why does Xingle hate superheroes, and why has he always stood on the opposite side of superheroes, because of this, for him, superheroes are basically linked to murderers.

But he is already very sensible in his own right, and when Xingle talks about superheroes, he has really suppressed most of his hatred, otherwise, Xingle will break off his friendship with Kara for the rest of his life just because of his hatred.

Brian watched his son kneel in front of the monument, and he now understood what the child's reason and motivation were for becoming a private detective.

The original intention may be to investigate something related to his biological parents, so he came up with this idea, and this motivation is the first time he saw others die, especially in this way, the silent but regretful death, which has become Xingle's lifelong heart disease and the motivation to encourage him to move forward.

Among them, I am afraid that it is also because of the girl's namesake that Xingle unconsciously substitutes it for his daughter, afraid that the same fate will repeat itself, and afraid that his daughter will also die because of superheroes.

If it weren't for this, Xingle wouldn't have had such a strong hatred for superheroes after that time, Xingle was really afraid that the people around him would disappear again.

Hughes left quietly, because he had indeed heard enough of Xingle's words, and he also understood that this kid planned to regain his original intention, so whether he would come back or not had already made a decision in his heart.

"Comeback... You've already decided, haven't you? ”

"I don't want to lose again... Sister Sarah, Mom, and Dad, I've already lost it once without knowing it, and I lost it again at the age of eight, and I won't let this happen a third time! ”

After getting Xingle's answer, Brian understood that this kid couldn't be persuaded to come back for a long time, and his love for his family and kindness to others had gone beyond his belief in justice.

This is not the defense of the choice of law, nor the pursuit of justice, but the small goodness of one's own heart.

Whether it's hypocrisy or nice words, Xingle is no longer the child who can only cry in front of the tombstone, what he does is just what 'Han Xingle' really wants to do.

Brian put his arm around his child's shoulders with a complicated expression, and said:

"Don't always carry the burden alone, and talk to us adults once in a while."

"Hmm... I will. This answer is enough, and there is no need to say anything more.

It's night, and tonight's wind is so heart-wrenching...

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The next morning, the city of Nasino, the FBI branch of Nasino

"He... Really? Superman, with a cold sweat on his face, pointed to the two people over there, one cold and one hot, and asked extremely uncalmly.

"You can ask them, if you can hold on." Arthur definitely didn't want to get involved in a game between these two men, rather, it was a battle in the spiritual sense.

Glancing over there, I don't know when Xingle's split body was looking at Batman with a kind smile, but there was a terrifying aura around him, and with a smile, it was even more terrifying.

As for Batman, his eyes burst into red light, and the cloak behind him already had a slight trembling feeling because of his aura surging, and as for the explosive gaze that almost reached ninety degrees, no one dared to enter its reach, except for Xingle.

However, Xingle's smile was like a poisonous flame of impact, burning with the icy gaze launched by Batman's eyes, and the two of them were not at all distinguishable.

"It's the first time I've seen someone be able to harden Batman's gaze..."

"Indexer... What a scary character..."

Lampman and The Flash can't help but whisper that there is finally a character who can compete with Batman.

"That's... And to escort armed transporters? ”

One of the agents asked with some trepidation, after all, the time was almost up.

"Go, of course." The two people who were originally facing each other suddenly restrained their breath, stood up at the same time, and walked out of the building together, seeing that many people unconsciously gave way and wanted to avoid these two people, because in terms of aura, these two people are definitely the most powerful.

The two of them walked out of the building at the same time, and two blue and black shadows appeared at the same time, and stopped in front of Starman and Batman, none other than Batman's usual vehicle, the Batcar and Starle's mount, the Beast Marauder.

Seeing these two people coincidentally riding each other's vehicles, the FBI and NSA people couldn't help but be a little envious, their vehicles, how could these two private vehicles have been harmful and domineering.

Although most people in the Justice League can move and fly at high speeds, a vehicle owner like Batman is always a kind of romance.

And Arthur poked Xingle and asked, "That, don't give me a ride?" ”

"That was my special bleeding benefit, and it wasn't available every day." Xingle just smiled, and then put on his helmet.

At this time, Batman, who was sitting in the Batmobile, suddenly asked him coldly:

"After all, aren't you in charge of those special creatures, why are you going to help us?"

"You asked Arthur to come to me like a dog, and you said I wouldn't come?"

Xingle asked rhetorically, causing Batman's brows to frown under his mask, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart again, but he couldn't tell.

Closing the hatch of the Batmobile, the two of them started the vehicle's engine at the same time, following the FBI and NSA convoys, marching, Justice League, flying, moving at high speed, being led to fly (Arthur: Can you talk nicely, like I'm a vegetable).

Now this mighty team will cooperate with the special team sent by the Naxino City Police Department to escort the armed transport vehicle that I don't know why it was attacked, this team, even as the president's bodyguard, if it weren't for the technology of the Apocalypse, I'm afraid it wouldn't be escorting a small transport vehicle.

When the convoy arrives at the warehouse of the transporter, it is already here. The P.D Special Forces had been waiting for a long time, and Xingle glanced at the figure commanding there, Superintendent Dean, from a distance, but just glanced at it, and withdrew his gaze.

From now on, the Naxino Police Department will take the lead, the FBI will be responsible for close protection, the NSA will be broken, and the Justice League will be responsible for the rapid response.

"Alright, let's go!"

The vehicles marched in unison, surrounded by the mysterious armed transport, and there was quite the posture of the president who came out to inspect.

The patrolling motorcycles were at the forefront, opening the way for the entire convoy, and the pedestrians of Nacino City couldn't help but look on both sides of the road, looking at the convoy, they couldn't help but be a little curious and shocked.

"First Avenue, safety."

After the motorcycle team passed the first street, the motorcycles that followed, one after the other, appeared to be in good order.

Preparing to pass through Second Avenue, where it will pass, there will also be a lot of people, according to the mode of action of this attacker, he will not choose to attack here, this guy will not choose to affect civilians, or even the driver.

Basically, Second Avenue, the attackers will never carry out their raids here, and you can relax for a while.

But then, it's different.

"Bats, the next road is the Palm Lake Road, which is a slum area, and although it is close to a residential area, it is very sparsely populated because it is basically the territory of the community gangs, so the attackers may pick it up to carry out the attack."

Xingle, who is familiar with the city of Naxino, spoke to the bat through the radio headset, made the bat nod his head, and said:

"The two of us are sandwiched on both sides of the convoy, raising vigilance, Superman, Lampman, and Steel Skeleton to strengthen reconnaissance."

"Got it." Xingle began to cooperate with them, and with Batman, he was on both sides of the convoy, so that his vehicles were parallel to the armed transport, so as to protect both sides.

Superman and Lampman Steelbin take to the air together and begin to scout above to keep an eye on the surroundings.

Basically, on the Palm Lake road passing through the residential area, the convoy is still tense and vigilant, but in general it is smooth sailing, but... Is that really the case?

On the road, after passing one protection vehicle after another, the body of the armored transporter passed by a manhole cover on the road, and at that moment it was too late.

————————！！！

The red decomposition energy suddenly shone under the transporter, startling everyone.

“！！！”

Under everyone's gaze, the energy of the decomposition directly eroded the body of the transporter, and the loading part of the back of the armored vehicle was disassembled with extreme precision and precision, and then the energy subsided.

But the entire convoy stopped, and everyone approached the transporter with only the driver's seat left, looking at the energy burn marks that even the ground had decomposed, and some were speechless.

The police, the FBI, the NSA, and even the Justice League were unable to stop this attack, which is really...

How the hell did this guy do this......