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The blue light beams tore apart the space, and the high temperature where it passed made the cave look a little distorted.

The high-heat laser beam hit Leng Ji's pitch-black body—but only for a moment. He immediately avoided the light, and flashed in front of Batman with extreme agility.

"A plasma cutter needs sustained hits to have a chance of burning through its casing, sir," Friday reminded.

At this time, Batman had put away the cutter, and he dodged Leng Ji's uppercut with a short body, and then dodged sideways to avoid the next thunderous straight punch.

Batman's grasping was extremely precise. While avoiding the straight punch, he had already grabbed Leng Ji's arm, and turned around to prepare for a chest throw.

But it didn't work.

The power structure of the armored arm made a squeaking sound as if it was on the verge of overload, and the sound of mechanical parts seemed to be stuck together. It feels like the engine is idling like **** when the car is stuck in a mud hole, but there is not enough power to push the body out of the deep hole after all.

Obviously, the power of this cold era is much stronger than those before, so that the power of the armor is hard to compete.

Youdao is to break through ten thousand laws with one force, and what is described is exactly the scene in front of you. Leng Ji cracked Batman's counterattack with pure brute force, and flung Batman out with one hand with the restrained arm.

Batman rolled around to remove his strength, and when he turned around, Leng Ji had already rushed towards him. Without thinking about it, he raised his hand and threw out a bat bomb, which slammed into the opponent's chest.

boom!

Leng Ji was on the way to sprint when the explosion occurred, and the moment of detonation was already relatively close to Batman. The shock wave released between the two sent Na Leng Ji flying on his back, and Batman was also affected, rolling backwards to lose the momentum.

The protective effect of the armor withstood most of the high temperature and impact, but Chu Cheng's screen still shook, and a special effect appeared that the hero was hurt.

Leng Ji rushed out of the black smoke again.

Like an angry beast, it bites its prey and refuses to let go until death.

Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows again.

You must know that this bomb is also a new equipment for B-level Batman, and its effect is stronger than that of conventional blasting bat darts. I didn't expect it to be completely useless... No, it shouldn't be completely useless.

The night vision in the detective mode can see that the defensive substance on Leng Ji's body seems to have been damaged. Only now it can be seen that it is repairing itself.

Some kind of self-healing protective structure is attached to his skin, which makes physical blows inevitable.

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 through impact damage, the trauma speed may need to be faster than the opponent's recovery speed, sir." Friday said.

"Is that so?"

That is to say, it is not enough to break the defense with just one shot. Is it better to need fast-paced and continuous output?

Chu Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

But although physical blows are useless... so what about this trick?

Leng Ji, who rushed halfway, stepped on something.

Snapped.

Freezing grenade detonates.

A smoke screen of ice crystals was released, and the temperature in the area dropped sharply. Leng Ji's body was instantly frozen into ice from feet to head in the middle of the rush. When he stopped moving in the ice crystal, he still maintained a sprinting posture. After being fixed, his outstretched hand was still tenaciously stretched in the direction of Batman. .

frozen.

His body was frozen, and his movements temporarily stopped, but Leng Ji didn't stop thinking about it.

His eyeballs inside the ice crystals are still turning, and his brain is still active.

It was also his first encounter with a freezing weapon, but this feeling was no longer new.

That feeling of life being frozen, unable to move forward, unprecedented futility. He has been through it, and he has enough experience, and he knows how to deal with it.

 …

After getting rid of the girlfriend who betrayed him and the people he once regarded as brothers, Leng Ji's life fell into this stage.

He continued to pursue strength, immersing himself in it with all his heart, but found that he had hit a bottleneck.

He is the target that everyone in the department looks up to, and the one who is admired for his countless meritorious deeds. But at the same time, this is already his limit, and he can't go any further.

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

It was originally just an ordinary exploration mission, and he needed to lead a team as the vanguard of the archaeological team to eliminate dangers from the newly discovered ruins. They had been preparing for this for several days, and it was during that period that the strangeness appeared.

It was a nightmare at first.

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

After a day, the problem started to get worse. He began to hallucinate even while awake, and at one point even berated a member of the Squad for Jeff.

Then he started hearing whispers.

That voice lingered in his ears all day long, whispering to him. It told him it was called Lytos, and it sensed his desire for power beyond the ordinary, and it had exactly what he wanted. The condition is very simple, just need to let it free.

But he didn't give in.

That thing thought it could confuse him, it was too self righteous. Leng Ji has always advertised himself as an unyielding tough guy. His willpower is stronger than steel. 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 other people in the team peeping from behind him, but when he turned to check, the team members often averted their eyes and pretended nothing had happened.

He could sense that the others were avoiding him, sometimes whispering away from him. It was as if all of them were plotting something together, except for Captain Leng Ji.

Then he woke up quickly.

They were all bewitched.

Like themselves, they all heard that voice. But they don't have the iron will of their own, not as firm as themselves. Their minds are corrupted, they're plotting to let that thing out, maybe even plotting to betray themselves.

For some reason, he thought of his ex-girlfriend and brother who once betrayed him, and anger surged into his heart instantly.

No one can betray him anymore.

nobody.

If no one else has the will to do the right thing, then he will be the one making the tough choices.

He sent all his team members into the entrance of the ruins, threw the bombs he had prepared inside, and retreated by himself.

The moment he pulled the trigger, he saw the shocked and puzzled expressions on the faces of some of them.

Leng Ji laughed at that moment.

They must have never imagined in their dreams that their conspiracy was watched by the captain from the beginning to the end. They thought they were on the third floor and the captain was standing on the first floor, but in fact he was always on the fifth floor.

He killed everyone, everyone he believed to be bewitched by the infection. In the end, he blew up the hole. If the hole is lost, any measures to forcibly break into the ruins may cause a collapse reaction, so that no one can go in again.

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

What he was facing was something he had never seen before and beyond his imagination. His efforts were in vain.

Realized right after he blew up the hole and came out of there.

A huge shadow stood there, covering the sky and guarding the hole, as if mockingly waiting for him to come out.

A nightmarish gigantic image, as if the entire sky was covered by it. Although its body is so pitch black that it is difficult to see the details clearly, just looking directly at the outline makes people shudder involuntarily.

Ordinary people might be paralyzed and unable to move when they saw it, but Leng Ji didn't.

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

He kept emptying the entire clip, but to no avail. The thing didn't move at all, and shot out of the darkness and even looked at him with a slightly funny look, like watching a clown entertaining himself.

At that moment, Leng Ji deeply realized what the difference in life level is.

What he was facing was not in the same dimension as himself.

"You are very interesting." The thing said to him, "At least you are outstanding among your kind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But why do people like you stick to your human identity?"

Leng Ji still maintained the posture of raising the gun, tightly holding the gun that was actually out of bullets and aiming at the giant shadow, as if it would bring him a little sense of security.

"You are living in an environment where you are restricted everywhere, and you should have started to reflect to some extent. 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 played the good boy at school. But when he fights back with his fists, the teachers and principals and others with real power will show up and teach him with a force he can't fight back about who really counts.

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

Even now. He is admired in the department and is a legendary agent, but he is just a thug, a tool that can 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 bound by, and it is the root of his distress.

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

Yes, since then he has made up his mind that he will not be bound again, will not be trapped in chains again.

Not anyone.

 …

Katsa.

Cracks spread rapidly.

With a crisp sound, the ice burst. The black shadow roared out from inside, its gaze still fixed on Batman, its eyes filled with violence and mania.