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After the conversation, Robin realized that he wouldn't be able to find out the technology for manufacturing firearms in a short period, so he had no choice but to drop the gun on the ground.

Just as he was about to signal everyone to retreat, Robin, whose gaze had shifted downward due to dropping the gun, noticed something unusual: the cultists who should have been unconscious at their feet were trembling slightly.

What's going on? Robin frowned slightly, his mind filled with doubts. The frequency of these people's vibrations was like they had Parkinson's, but they didn't seem to be awake. So, where was this vibration coming from?

Before Robin could figure out the answer, someone else took action first. It was Habie, who had been watching from the sidelines. He crouched down and tore open a cultist's clothes, so fast that Robin didn't even have time to stop him.

Habie's idea was simple: if you want to figure out the cause of the vibration, then tearing off the clothes that easily hide things is undoubtedly the easiest and most direct method.

However, this behavior was also dangerous, because none of them knew what these fanatical cultists were carrying. If it was a bomb, that would be one thing, but if it was some kind of poison gas bomb, then with the amount these people could carry, the ecology of Santa Prisca Island could be greatly affected.

If the ecology was affected, then the residents of Santa Prisca would also be affected, which would be no small matter, and would instantly escalate into an international dispute.

As a team member, one might not think of this level, but as the leader, Robin had to remember these things at all times, but unfortunately, he couldn't stop Habie.

But was Habie really that reckless? Of course not. He dared to do such a dangerous thing because he could handle the consequences, and he had also thought of the levels that Robin had thought of.

So he felt that if these cultists really had any dangerous items strapped to them, then they must be resolved before they threatened the natives, which is why he directly tore open the cultist's clothes.

Bad news, there really was something hidden under the Cobra cultist's clothes. Good news, what was hidden wasn't some kind of bomb or poison gas bomb, but something like a resident injector used by diabetic patients.

However, the transparent body of the syringe allowed people to see the contents inside. Obviously, that purple liquid was definitely not some new type of insulin, but Cobra venom that could strengthen organisms.

Robin understood what this device was with just one glance. Combined with the cultists' unnatural shaking, the constantly decreasing amount of liquid, and the constantly bulging muscles, he immediately understood everything.

'Run! This is a pre-programmed injection device. If the wearer's breathing slows down to a certain level, it will be activated and automatically inject the contents!'

The situation was urgent, so Robin didn't speak, but used faster telepathy to directly make the team members understand everything.

A person's breathing is different in different states, and the device in front of them obviously used this point. Robin speculated that the device was set to trigger when breathing became slow and regular like during sleep.

And normally, when the wearer was awake or exercising vigorously, the device would not react at all.

The truth was exactly as Robin had guessed. All twenty Cobra cultists lying on the ground were changing from normal physiques to muscle monsters. Soon, their skin couldn't keep up with the expansion of their muscles.

Blood-red muscles were exposed, and the skin gradually became like their clothes, torn open into a pile of rags, some falling off their bodies, and some hanging on them.

Robin didn't know how strong these things were in combat, but he knew how strong Bane was after being injected with the highest quality venom. Using this anchor, he could make a rough estimate.

In short, the twenty muscle monsters in front of them were enough to defeat all of them, and after these people, there was still a huge number of reinforcements.

So now the best way is to escape. Apart from that, Robin, who was dealing with this kind of enemy for the first time, couldn't think of any other way. Not only him, but the others in the Young Justice League couldn't think of any way either.

With Robin's order, the members of the Young Justice League began to flee. Not long after they ran, the cultists who had fallen on the ground woke up due to the effects of the drug.

The Cobra venom, which combined the advantages of the Titan formula and the venom, was perfect. The intelligence of the injected creatures was not affected in any way, so they would still follow Saint Cobra King's orders after waking up.

"Catch those young heroes."

"Charge!" The leading cultist shouted. Not yet used to the enhanced body, he staggered and took a step. In just three steps, he caught up with the main force of the Young Justice League.

This wouldn't do. If they ran blindly, they would be caught immediately. They had to make some impact on the enemy.

Miss Martian thought of mental abilities, but as soon as she connected to the cultists' brains, she felt a burst of violent thoughts. Miss Martian almost threw up from the unexpected attack.

As mentioned earlier, the mixed potion was perfect. The imperceptible drawback was the problem that both the Titan formula and the venom had, which was to make the injected person more violent.

Although it would not affect intelligence, the user would become irritable and the desire to destroy would also increase. Miss Martian wanted to knock down multiple cultists in one breath, so she connected to several enemies.

Facts have proved that her rash action almost harmed her. Thanks to the Martian's powerful spirit, an ordinary mental ability user would definitely suffer a lot of damage.

Miss Martian endured the discomfort and told this information to everyone. Obviously, the mental power path was temporarily impossible, so they could only come up with something more realistic.

Robin took out the bombs from his belt. This was a weapon specially used in the Batsuit to deal with superhumans. The power was so strong that ordinary steel bones would be stunned if they were bombed. Of course, if you were Superman, then he didn't say anything.

Throwing a handful of bombs all behind him, the bombs smashed towards the cultists like free candy. They couldn't control their bodies well and couldn't stop at all, so they could only crash into them head-on.

"Boom!"

Multiple bombs detonated together, and the power that erupted was very considerable. The heavy black smoke even submerged the cultists behind them. Of course, regardless of the effect, the movement was too loud, and the entire island could probably hear it.

Robin regretted throwing the bomb as soon as he threw it. Wasn't this indirectly reminding the enemy that they were here? It seemed that the enemy's threat temporarily made him dizzy. He would not have made such a rash act in normal times.

Still too young, but it's already good to be able to do this.

Habie nodded silently, then slowed down and fell to the last place.