Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

It's normal for the underground gangsters in the International Gang not to know Lincoln. Because of their status, they had no chance to know or understand Lincoln's identity.

Maybe they know something about the Injustice Alliance, but Lincoln's information is highly confidential, and there's no way to know it unless you reach a certain level.

But the leader of the International Gang is different.

The name of the International Gang may sound bad, but it is actually a large gang that rules the entire Kandak. Their structure is almost equivalent to an actual controlling government.

Due to its considerable power and the special nature of the gang itself, the leader of the International Gang actually knew Lincoln's identity, but the more he knew, the more fear he felt in his heart.

He deeply understood how terrifying the seemingly defenseless man in front of him was.

Not to mention that he only controls a small international gang, even the government organizations in the metropolis have no say in front of the man in front of him.

At first, he was excited and happy that his men had found the crown that could give them great power, but when he saw the crown being held by Lincoln, he felt dizzy.

For a legendary crown to be snatched directly from the head of the most violent person in the world, he felt that his level of unlucky had exceeded the standards of the human world.

Kill Lincoln?

Even the craziest Doomsday couldn't do something. How could he, a small, ordinary human being, be able to do such a thing.

He now only hopes that his sincere apology can beg for Lincoln's forgiveness.

Seeing their boss hitting his head on the ground with bloody marks, all the gunmen were shocked again.

They were afraid of Lincoln before because their relatives and friends were caught by Lincoln and they had to take action, but this did not mean that they understood Lincoln's identity.

But it's different now.

Their boss can be regarded as the actual controller of Kandak, and he has a certain say in the entire region, not to mention in this country.

But for such a high-status man, the first time he saw Lincoln, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and he knelt down on the ground, kowtowing crazily and begging for forgiveness.

The scene in front of them was so magical that all the gunmen couldn't believe their eyes.

The bandit leader was considered a smart man among them. Seeing his boss's actions, he quietly put down the gun in his hand, then hid in the crowd and squatted down.

The gang leader's little moves did not escape Lincoln's eyes, but he was too lazy to pay attention to his little moves now. At this time, all his eyes were looking at the leader of the International Gang in front of him.

He looked at it with a smile on his face, seemingly lifeless at all, but it was not until the forehead of the International Gang leader was bloody and his whole body seemed confused under the constant impact that he calmly said: "Okay,

If you continue to smoke, the ground will be soiled by you."

Lincoln's voice was a great mercy to the gang leader.

Realizing that he finally didn't have to die, the gang leader finally showed a trace of luck on his face, although his mind was still a little confused: "Thank you, sir."

"The face is covered with blood, it's too ugly." Lincoln looked at the blood-stained gang leader, frowned slightly, and waved to the gangster on the side: "Do you have any alcohol? Wash your gang leader clean, by the way.

Disinfect."

Washing wounds with alcohol? Are you sure you won't knock someone unconscious directly?

Hearing this, the minions around him instantly looked at Lincoln with a smile on his face as if they had seen a devil. They had some hesitation on their faces and moved slowly.

When the gang leader saw this scene, he was so frightened that he almost peed. He immediately shouted: "Didn't you hear your instructions?! Go and get some alcohol!"

After being exposed to the bloodstained boss who looked like an evil ghost, the actions of those minions instantly became much happier, and they took the alcohol in a short while.

Looking at the transparent plastic bucket and the transparent liquid inside, Lincoln smiled, while the gang leader's eyes twitched.

"It seems that your minions still love you very much, and they even prepared to get you medical alcohol with a concentration of 75%."

Medical alcohol with a concentration of 75% can be used for sterilization and disinfection, but at the same time, it will also cause unimaginable pain to the user.

There was nothing wrong with the medical alcohol, but there was something wrong with the dose his little brother brought over.

Others use medical alcohol, usually a glass bottle of alcohol is enough. No matter how painful it is, there is a limit, but his little brother brought him a full five liters of medical alcohol!

A full five liters! Even if he poured it into the basin to wash his face, it would be enough for him to wash it two or three times!

This is not to clean his wounds at all, this is to kill him!

What? Just a little will do? Lincoln is still watching here. He dares to risk his life that if his attitude is not good, will Lincoln suddenly change his attention?

Obviously, the leader of the International Gang did not dare.

He looked at the 5-liter alcohol barrel in front of him, and every muscle in his face was twitching. Before he even unscrewed the bottle cap, he could already imagine how painful the execution would be.

However, Lincoln was watching, and even if he hesitated, he could only reach for the alcohol barrel and open it.

With the thought of dying in his arms, he opened the bottle, took a deep breath, and was about to pour the alcohol inside directly onto his face, but with a clang, his movements stopped.

Like a rusty machine, he turned his neck and looked to the side, and then saw that the guy carrying the alcohol bucket had found another washbasin and towel from somewhere.

Seeing this scene, the gang leader's pupils widened, and the other gunmen surrounding him were also stunned.

Being stared at by pairs of eyes, you were also stunned, looking at the help that was kneeling on the ground with eyes full of disbelief, and then looking at the washbasin towel in your hand, hiding it behind your back as if you were waking up from a dream.

He forced a smile on his face: "I, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, you did a good job!" Lincoln laughed and beckoned: "Wash your face, it's nothing without a basin and towel. Come here, pour the face wash water for your boss, wash it a few more times, wash it

Be cleaner.”

Bang!

The washbasin was placed on the floor.

Tons tons tons tons——

The alcohol was poured into the basin and the towel was soaked. The smell of alcohol hit his face. Before he even touched the liquid alcohol, the International Gang leader could already feel a trace of pain.

At this moment, he secretly decided in his heart that the damn guy who took the basin over will definitely die!

Lincoln didn't urge him, he just looked at the leader of the International Gang with a smile, watching his trembling hands grab the soaked towel, and then he pushed it back towards his face!

Well!--

After a short groan, his body straightened up suddenly. The blood stained the white towel red, and his body twitched crazily under the severe pain.

Pulling the towel off his face and throwing it into the basin, just once, he was already covered in pain and broke into thin cold sweat, and this was far from the end.

Once, twice, three times...

The gang leader was like a numb robot, his eyes were dull after being tortured, and the gunmen who were watching only felt that this was cruel and inhuman torture.

Lincoln didn't make a sound, just watched him use up all five liters of alcohol, watched him go from being lively and vigorous to being drenched in sweat, with all his strength drained away.

It is quite fair to exchange painful torture for life, Lincoln thought so.

After waiting silently for a moment, until the leader of the International Gang, who had been tortured by severe pain and had almost no strength, recovered, Lincoln threw the crown in his hand in front of him with a clang: "Don't you want this crown? In that case, give it to me.

You are."

Lincoln's voice brought a hint of surprise to the gang leader's face, which was then replaced by a hint of panic: "No, no need..."

"If I give it to you, just take it." Lincoln interrupted: "There is a price for giving you this thing."

Hearing the word "price", the help of the International Gang felt that his body was a little weak. His physical condition and mental state could no longer withstand a new round of torture.

But fortunately, Lincoln did not intend to torture him this time: "Put on the crown and let me see what kind of abilities this legendary crown can give people."

Crown? Crown?!

Seeing the crown in front of him that was said to be able to give people supreme power, the gang leader hesitated, but he didn't hesitate for too long. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the crown and put it on his head.

Perhaps it was because Lincoln had played with it before. The moment he put on the crown, blue-purple light began to flow through the gaps in the crown. The next moment, the demons in the Hell God Realm looked at the man who owned the crown.

The man of the crown.

'Shabak!'

This name containing powerful power was firmly engraved in his brain the moment his soul and consciousness came into contact with the devil. It was a word that could bring him powerful power, even more powerful than Black Adam.

.

His consciousness returned from the hell realm, and the words engraved in his brain were constantly emerging. Unconsciously, he pronounced the word: "Shabak!"

boom!

The earth began to tremble, like an earth dragon turning over, and cracks appeared in the ground beneath his feet.

The gap was not pitch black and deep, but revealed a frightening orange-red color, which was the color of hell's flames.

Orange-red light shone from the gap, and the intense high temperature caused unbearable pain on the faces of many gunmen. Controlled by the desire to survive, they began to flee outwards. Only Lincoln remained in place with interest.

Look at the changes before your eyes.

The raging flames burned from the gap, and then were pulled by the inexplicable force into red ribbons, surrounding them like streams and converging towards the center.

Countless flames gathered, and a huge flame vortex took shape in it. The majestic energy was accumulated in the vortex. Just a few leaked out at will, causing the surrounding buildings to collapse and shatter in pieces, like hell.

The scorching heat caused the thatch to burn out of thin air, but this still could not shake Lincoln in the slightest. He could clearly see that in the center of the flame vortex, the originally human leader of the International Gang was rapidly transformed by the magic power of hell.

His body became taller, his muscles became stronger, his skin was as red as blood, and even the horns symbolizing the devil stretched out from his head.

The powerful, fiery, and cruel magic of hell is transforming him, turning him from a human into the agent of the devil in the world - Shabak!

The gathered flame vortex surged forward, and finally, when the transformation was completed, it fully exerted its effect and burst into flames.

Boom!

The vortex exploded, and the unexpended energy accumulated in it turned into raging flames and spread out to the surroundings.

The raging flames were as hot as lava and as turbulent as floods. They filled half of the city pervasively and then burned down.

In this raging sea of ​​fire, countless figures were wailing in pain, but their dead souls would all enter hell and become the prey of the devil.

The explosion wave in the center gradually subsided, and Shabak opened his eyes and looked at his new body.

Powerful power filled every corner of his body, and the violent flames that swept everywhere could be controlled like a docile lamb. At this moment, Shabak felt like he was omnipotent like a god.

It is easy to get lost in powerful power, especially when the magic power belongs to the devil from hell. Shabak's originally human soul has almost lost its fear of Lincoln.

Powerful power? He also has it! He also has powerful power that can make humans feel afraid!

In this case, why should he fear other people, just a human being! No matter how strong he is, how can he be compared to the power of this demon?!

With such thoughts in mind, Shabak even had the idea of ​​challenging Lincoln or even killing Lincoln to replace him.

Strong malice was released, and Lincoln in the air captured it instantly.

Under the sun, strands of golden threads were outlined on his body. In Shabak's slightly wary eyes, a battle suit full of dignity and mystery appeared. He chuckled and moved his fingers: "You don't want to

Kill me? Come here."

Lincoln's contemptuous attitude instantly aroused Shabak's inner roar. After roaring to the sky, the flames from hell burst out.

The earth, which was already full of fissures, was completely torn apart by the terrifying force. The violent flames, which were so concentrated that they were almost solid, pushed through the soil, circled around, and then rushed towards Lincoln in the air.

call!

The sound of the storm sounded in the air, and the violent fire dragon burst open as if it had hit an invisible and insurmountable wall. The flames that spread in all directions covered the entire sky.

The orange-red sea of ​​fire shrouded the sky like a curtain, and the firelight reflected down, making the already dilapidated Kandak almost look like hell.

This flame was so terrifying to ordinary people, but it was unable to penetrate Lincoln's defense at all. Until the last ray of flame fell from the air, Lincoln slowly fell: "Continue."