The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

‘Just a moment, Young Hero Hai.’

Robin shouted in the mental channel, estimating that only a fool would choose to retreat at this critical moment.

‘A flying vehicle has landed on the outside landing pad, it’s very likely that some big shot has arrived.’

After saying this, Robin concentrated on the screen, afraid of missing any details.

After about a few seconds, the hatch of the flying vehicle slowly opened, and a burly male figure was exposed to everyone's view.

Ice mask, special uniform, such a special outfit allowed Robin to recognize who the other party was at a glance.

“Sportsmaster?” Robin showed an incredible expression. “How could it be him?”

стоя behind Robin, Harby remained silent. Unlike the former, he knew some of the plot. Although he had forgotten a lot due to the passage of time, he still remembered some of the more memorable things.

For example, Sportsmaster, this person was originally just a second-rate villain, but in the Young Justice League universe, he got involved with the Light, and coupled with the fact that he was Artemis's father, Yang Le had a deep impression of him.

It had been several years since Yang Le last reviewed "Young Justice League", but based on the information in his mind and the information searched on Santa Prisca Island, this was enough for Yang Le to deduce an answer.

From the fact that King Snake personally led the followers to greet Sportsmaster, it could be seen that the two were definitely in cahoots, and also in a superior-subordinate relationship.

As someone who helped the Light with errands, Sportsmaster basically couldn't move to a certain place casually. Obviously, only one thing in Santa Prisca Island, a place with scarce resources, was valuable enough to attract the Light's attention.

Cobra venom, this latest enhancement potion, obviously Sportsmaster came for this thing. Yang Le glanced at the screens from other camera angles.

Sure enough, on another screen that could see the landing pad, there was a pile of packed boxes in the corner, falling on a trolley.

The cameras in the processing plant did not have a sound recording function, and even if they did, it would be impossible to hear what these people were saying from so far away, but judging from the movements, King Snake should have started talking with Sportsmaster.

After the two talked for a while, accompanied by King Snake's hand movements, a subordinate pushed a trolley over. There was only one large box on this trolley, unlike the other trolleys that were stacked particularly high. It should be for inspection purposes.

King Snake opened the box. Thanks to the sufficient clarity of the camera, Robin and Harby were able to see the cobra venom neatly placed in transparent jars inside the box.

That strange purple color was too conspicuous, exactly the same as the color recorded in the data.

“Sportsmaster is the superior of the Cobra Cult? How is this possible?”

Robin was once again taken aback, not that he looked down on… okay, he did look down on Sportsmaster a bit. In his impression, this person was a mercenary who did things for money, and not even the top-tier type.

It's not really Robin's fault, because the Justice League's database has a definition for various super criminals. Sportsmaster's definition is a second-rate mercenary. Unless hired, he would only do things like robbing banks.

And to collect the enhancement potion produced by the Cobra Cult that could arm an army, no matter how you look at it, this was not something Sportsmaster could do.

Sportsmaster's brain, funds, ambition, etc., could not support him in doing this level of major case. Therefore, Robin speculated that Sportsmaster was just a errand runner, and there must be a real big fish behind him.

‘Wait!’ When Robin re-examined the information he had obtained, he suddenly felt as if his brain had been struck by lightning. He looked at Harby beside him and said softly.

“Titan Formula, the Light?”

Robin linked the information together and got the answer without anyone reminding him.

Yang Le nodded in relief in his heart. Although he didn't remember it very clearly, he vaguely remembered that the Light was exposed to the Justice League's sight relatively late.

And in this universe, because Harby mentioned the Light when he first joined the Justice League, although the Justice League didn't know the true nature of this organization, they still built a related folder waiting to be filled.

And Robin also linked all of this together because of his usual reading of various materials. It can only be said that although Dick is not the Bat-brat famous for his reasoning, he also has his own strengths.

‘Sounds like their MO.’ Harby nodded, although his tone was uncertain, he actually agreed with Robin's deduction.

‘This is really a big fish.’ A few drops of cold sweat oozed from Robin's forehead. This was indeed beyond their ability to handle.

Seeing that he couldn't collect any useful information by continuing to stay, Robin was ready to evacuate. Just as he was about to notify Harby, he heard a voice coming from the speaker next to the control center.

“Calling control center, have you found anything unusual?”

This sound stunned Robin for a moment, and then he immediately shouted in the mental channel.

‘Retreat!’

…

“Calling control center! Calling control center!”

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A Cobra Cultist kept shouting into the walkie-talkie. After shouting four or five times in a row without a response, he immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly walked to King Snake who was talking with Sportsmaster.

King Snake knew something was wrong when he saw the cultist's abnormal expression. He listened to the cultist say that there was a problem with the control center, and the first thing he thought of was that Bane had killed his way back.

“What about the cultists sent out on patrol?” King Snake asked, his tone calm as if he had everything under control.

“There hasn’t been a response for a while.” Sweat dripped from the cultist's forehead. “I’ll go ask now.”

“Looks like you’re in trouble.” Sportsmaster heard the conversation between the two. “Do you need my help?”

As Sportsmaster spoke, he subconsciously put the potion that he had just been given to inspect into his waist bag. He also thought that the original owner of the processing plant had killed his way back, and immediately drew the special baseball bat from his back.

“There’s no need for you to take action, I should be able to handle this.” King Snake declined. “Of course, if you have time, you can come and take a look and give some guidance.”

…

Under King Snake’s guidance, the group arrived at the control center of the processing plant. This was the first place where the problem was discovered, so the investigation had to start here.

After the door of the control center was opened, King Snake smelled a faint scent. He frowned and then cast his gaze into the room. The first thing he saw were the two cultists lying on the ground.

Without King Snake's command, two cultists immediately walked up to check the condition of their companions. After a simple check, they reported.

“They’ve just fallen asleep, they should have inhaled some kind of anesthetic gas.”