Pale blue beams tore through the space, and the heat in its path distorted the cavern slightly.

The hot laser beam hit Leng Ji's pitch-black shell - but only for a moment. He immediately avoided the light and flashed in front of Batman with great agility.

"The plasma cutter needs to hit consistently to have a chance of burning through its shell, sir." Friday Reminder.

At this time, Batman had already put away the cutter, and his short body shook to avoid Leng Ji's hook, and then dodged the next thunderous straight punch.

Batman handled it with great precision, dodging the straight punch while taking Leng Ji's arm, and turned around to keep up with the over-the-chest throw.

But it didn't work.

The power structure of the armor arm sizzled like it was on the verge of overload, and the mechanical parts seemed to snap together. It feels like a car is stuck in a mud puddle when the engine is idling lifelessly, but after all, there is not enough power to push the body out of the pit.

Obviously, the strength of this cold era is much stronger than the previous ones, so that it is difficult to compete with the power of the armor.

There is a way to break through ten thousand laws with one force, and what is described is the scene in front of you. Leng Ji relied on pure brute force to crack Batman's countermeasures, and the restrained arm threw Batman out with one hand.

Batman rolled around to unload his strength, and when he turned around, Leng Ji had already pounced further towards him. He didn't even think about it, and raised his hand to throw out a bat bomb, which snapped into the opponent's chest.

Rumble!

Leng Ji was in the middle of a sprint when the explosion occurred, and the moment of detonation was already relatively close to Batman. The shockwave released between the two of them blew Leng Ji on his back, and Batman was also affected, rolling backwards to unload the momentum.

The protective effect of the armor resisted most of the heat and impact, but Chu Cheng's screen still shook for a moment, and a special effect appeared that the hero was damaged.

Leng Ji rushed out of the black smoke again.

Like an angry beast that cites its prey, refuses to let go until it dies.

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows again.

You must know that this bomb is also a new equipment for B-class Batman, and the effect is even more fierce than the regular blasting batmang. I didn't expect it to be completely useless...... No, it's not completely useless.

The night vision in detective mode can see that the layer of defensive matter on Leng Ji's body seems to have been damaged. It's just that you can see that it's repairing itself.

He has some sort of self-healing protective structure attached to his skin, which makes it inevitable that physical blows will be compromised.

In other words, the bomb is powerful enough to break the defense, but the opponent will repair itself.

"If you want to peel off that shell with impact damage, the wound may need to be faster than the other person's recovery, sir." Friday said.

"Is that so?"

This means that one shot is not enough, it is better to need a fast-paced and sustained output?

Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

But although the physical blow is useless...... So what about this trick?

Leng Ji, who rushed halfway, stepped on something.

Syllable.

Freeze grenade detonates.

A smoke screen of ice crystals was released, and the temperature in the area dropped dramatically. Leng Ji's body was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant from his feet to his head, and he still maintained a sprinting posture when he stopped moving in the ice crystals, and the hand stretched out forward was still tenaciously stretched out in the direction of Batman after being fixed.

Frozen.

His body was frozen and his movements were temporarily stagnant, but Leng Ji didn't stop thinking.

His eyes were still spinning in the ice crystals, and his brain was still active.

It was the first time he had encountered a frozen weapon, but the feeling was not new.

The feeling that life is frozen, unable to move forward, and powerless like never before. He's been there, he's had plenty of experience, and he knows how to deal with it.

......

After getting rid of his girlfriend who betrayed him and the person he once regarded as a brother, Leng Ji's life fell into such a stage.

He continued his quest for strength, immersing himself in it, only to find that he had hit a bottleneck.

He is the target that everyone in the department looks up to, and he is the object of admiration for countless feats. But at the same time, this is already his limit, he can't go further.

It was in this state that he ushered in his last mission.

Originally just an ordinary exploration mission, he needed to lead the team as the vanguard of the archaeological team to eliminate the danger of the newly discovered ruins. They worked for several days to prepare for this, and it was during that time that something strange happened.

It was a nightmare at first.

He dreamed of abandoning his father, of his mother who died of illness, of betraying his girlfriend and brother. They were all laughing at him, laughing at his incompetence, laughing at his life as a long joke.

After a day, the problem began to get worse. He began to hallucinate even when he was awake, and at one point even scolded a member of the squad for Jeff.

Then he began to hear whispers.

The voice haunted him all day, whispering to him. It told him that its name was Letos, and it could sense his desire for power beyond the ordinary, and it had exactly what he wanted. The conditions are very simple, you just need to let it go freely.

But he didn't give in.

That thing thought it could trick him, it was too self-righteous. Leng Ji has always advertised himself as an unyielding tough guy, his willpower is tougher than steel, and there is only one person in the world who can be his master, and that is himself.

But soon he began to realize that something was wrong with the others.

Sometimes he would notice the peeping glances of others in the team from behind, but when he looked back to make sure, the team members often scrambled away from the look, pretending nothing was happening.

He could sense that others were deliberately avoiding him, and sometimes avoiding him and whispering. It's as if all of them are plotting something together, and only Leng Ji, the captain, is excluded.

Then he soon came to his senses.

They were all bewitched.

Like themselves, they heard that voice. But they don't have the iron will of their own, they are not as determined as themselves. Their minds are corrupted, they are plotting to release that thing, and they may even be plotting to betray themselves.

Somehow, he thought of his ex-girlfriend and brother who had betrayed him, and his anger instantly surged into his heart.

No one can betray him again.

No one.

If no one else has the will to do the right thing, then he will be the one to make the hard choice.

He sent all his team members into the entrance to the ruins, dropped the bombs he had already prepared inside, and retreated himself.

The moment he pulled the trigger, he saw the shocked expressions on some of their faces.

Leng Ji laughed at that time.

They must never have dreamed that their plot had been watched by the captain from beginning to end. They thought they were on the third floor, but in fact, he was always on the fifth floor.

He killed everyone, all the people he thought were bewitched. Eventually, he blew up the hole, and any attempt to force his way into the ruins would cause a collapse reaction if he lost it, so that no one could get in.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was naïve.

He was confronted with something he had never seen before, and it was beyond his imagination. His efforts were in vain.

He realized it as soon as he blew up the hole and came out of there.

A great shadow stood there, obscuring the mouth of the cave, as if mockingly waiting for him to come out of it.

A huge nightmarish image, as if the entire sky was obscured by it. Even though its body was pitch black and it was impossible to see the details, just looking directly at the silhouette made people shudder.

Ordinary people may be paralyzed and unable to move when they see it, but Leng Ji does not.

He forced himself to raise his gun and pulled the trigger with his proud will.

He kept emptying the entire magazine, but to no avail. The thing didn't move, and it looked at him from the darkness with a funny gaze, like a clown amusing himself.

At that moment, Leng Ji deeply realized what the gap in life level was.

What he is facing is not a dimensional existence from himself at all.

"You're funny." The thing spoke to him, "At least the best of your kind." But why should people like you stick to human identity? ”

Leng Ji still maintained the posture of raising the gun, holding the gun that actually had no bullets and aimed it at the giant shadow, as if it could bring him a little sense of security.

"You're already living in a controlled environment, and you're probably already reflecting on it. Is what you think you have really the power you want? ”

Leng Ji was speechless for a while.

It didn't take him long to realize that the voice was right.

He was bullied when he was playing a good boy at school. But when he fights back with a fist, the teacher and the principal, as well as others who really have power, will show up and teach him who really has the final say with a power he can't resist.

It's still the same in the ring. He looks glamorous and is the best in the ring, but he still can't change the fate of being kicked out of the ring.

This is true even now. He was revered in the department, a legendary agent, but to put it bluntly, he was just a thug, a tool that could be discarded. Someone always has the final say, and he must always learn to obey orders.

This is the bottleneck that he has always felt constrained, and it is the root of his distress.

Thinking of this, the hand he raised the gun unconsciously slowly lowered.

Yes, since then he has made up his mind that he will no longer be bound and will no longer be trapped in shackles.

Not anyone.

......

Click.

The rift spread rapidly.

With a crisp sound, the ice sculpture exploded. The black shadow roared out from within, its eyes still locked on Batman, his eyes full of violence and mania.