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Chapter 284 Beheading! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

boom!
A tiny sound like a balloon exploding was heard from a thousand meters away. A red beam as thin as a sewing needle was fired from the barrel of a special sniper rifle. It was not affected by wind speed and gravity and hit Applek's head directly.

When Martin cut off the legs of the Lun Warrior in front of him, the members of the Lun Warrior Group hiding in the distance opened fire.

He had no intention of rescuing his own people because he knew he had no ability to snatch them from Martin.

So the sniper hiding in the distance chose to kill to silence him, so as to prevent the memories in his companion's head from being dug out by the Jedi.

But Martin had anticipated this. He simply raised his left hand and used the Force to stop the incoming beam of light.

Even a thousand-meter distance couldn't block his sight, and he directly locked onto the members of the Lun Warriors who were hiding on the roof of a building ravaged by war.

"Damn it!"

The member of the Lun Warriors who was using the sniper rifle muttered something, turned around and ran away, jumped into a land speeder, and ran away.

Martin did not chase the sniper, but looked down at Applek, whose legs had been chopped off.

Although this Lun warrior had both legs cut off, the wounds were sealed by the high temperature of the lightsaber, so he was only in pain and not in danger of life.

Without removing his helmet, he spoke in a strange voice, "It's surprising that a Jedi Knight would abuse his enemies. I never thought the Grand Master of the Jedi Order would be like this."

"cut!"

Martin shook his head slightly, placed his lightsaber on Applek's neck, and said disdainfully, "First, I'm a member of the New Jedi Order, and the rules have long since changed. Second, you're a loser. Losers have no right to express opinions and can only wait for their fate."

"It seems that you are a loyal person, so I won't waste my time talking to you!"

Martin didn't give Applek a chance to speak. He raised his hand in front of him and began to communicate with this guy's mind and search his memory.

As a dark force sensitive, Applek still had the strength to fight back in front of Martin. His whole body was tense, resisting the force invading his brain.

Anger and hostility became the fuel for the burning dark side of the Force, enveloping him completely.

A shrill wailing sound suddenly rang in Martin's ears, and streaks of blood appeared in front of his eyes, falling from the sky, as if dyeing the whole world blood-red. The slaughtered corpses crawled up again, like zombies, surrounding him from all directions.

"childish!"

Martin's opinion of this guy dropped again.

"This kind of low-level illusion can only fool those Jedi apprentices who haven't mastered the skills well. You think you can use this thing to pull me into the dark side? It's a foolish dream!"

Only the Jedi and the Sith have ideological conflicts, and only then will they regard pulling the other side to their side as a symbol of victory.

When facing force-sensitive members of other organizations, whether they are Jedi or Sith, they will attack the other side without mercy.

The only difference is that the methods used by the Jedi are not as cruel as those used by the Sith, but the results are the same.

Faced with the Witch of Dathomir, who was also a user of the dark force, Emperor Palpatine did not let General Griffith show mercy.

Although the Knights of Lun were one of the backup forces left by the Emperor, their attainments in the principles of darkness were truly disappointing.

Martin got rid of the opponent's barrier without much effort.

To use a more material metaphor, he just shook his body and crushed all of Appleke's mental defenses.

The brain of this Lun warrior was completely open to Martin, and all the memories in his mind were under Martin's control.

Martin was not interested in the looting life of these space savages, so he went straight to the point and looked for their experiences in the past few days.

It didn't take much effort to find out the reason why the Lun Warriors came here.

They followed the Emperor's orders to explore unknown star regions and search for ruins left by the ancient Sith.

When they were heading to a mysterious space called Exego, the Falcon spacecraft they were riding was entangled in an ion storm, and when they regained consciousness, they arrived near the earth.

The leader of the Knights of Lun tried to send a message to Earth, and then contacted a person on Earth and formed an alliance with him.

And this person is,

"Lex Luthor!"

Martin saw the bald head deep in Appleke's memory and breathed a sigh of helplessness.

"Good people don't live long, but evil can last for thousands of years. This guy finally escaped with his life, but instead of thinking about how to behave himself, he actually dared to come out and cause trouble."

boom!
Martin thought about the hidden Luther, and his fists gradually hardened.

The leader of the Knights of Ren was with Luther, but the other members were sent out specifically to cause trouble for Martin, and they didn't know the other party's hiding place.

"It's time to hit the road!"

Martin raised his lightsaber and pointed it at Applek, who was sitting on the ground.

"Just now, you brutally dismembered and massacred twenty-three people. Throughout your past raids, your actions have directly or indirectly caused the casualties of 5,316 people."

"In the name of the Jedi Order, I hereby sentence you to death!"

Martin looked through this guy's memories. Although he didn't look closely at what crimes he had committed during his looting career, he saw the people who died at his hands from the dark side of the Force.

"Why do you?"

At this time, Appleke wanted to debate with Martin, but Martin did not give him a chance to argue.

He raised his sword and slashed it, beheading him.

Boom!
The helmeted head fell to the ground with a dull thud, completely ending the feud between the two men.

Martin didn't notice any malicious intent. He retracted his lightsaber and hung it on his belt. He looked at the ruins stained with blood and the broken limbs hanging on the ruins, and sighed softly.

"That guy got away with it!"

Beheading the unarmed enemy did not cause any ripples in Martin's heart.

He had never sought the monastic state of mind of the old Jedi Order; for him, righteous revenge was a matter of course.

If it weren't for the desire to prevent himself from becoming a monster obsessed with revenge, Martin knew too many ways to torture the member of the Knights of Ren beneath him, letting him enjoy the pain of the innocent people he had killed.

But he ultimately didn't do it.

After beheading Applelake, he called out to the Flash.

In a flash of lightning, the Flash was in front of Martin, looking at the blood-stained ruins, the body cut in two, and the intestines and other things. "Is this a slaughterhouse?"

The Flash has been through a lot, but he didn't lose his composure. He just looked at the dead bodies on the ground with a bad expression on his face.

"They were from the Knights of Ren. They were working with gangs in Metropolis and originally wanted to kill me. But their plan failed, and to make amends, those dark side force-sensitives went on a killing spree."

In fact, all Force organizations have some tendency towards mysticism.

After the emperor came to power, he ignored everything else and devoted himself to studying the dark side of the Force, thinking about how to become the eternal Sith Lord.

The Witch of Dathomir even started using magic.

Under this mystical tendency, many organizations have very barbaric traditions. The Sith like to conduct human experiments, and the witches of Dathomir use undead soldiers.
In comparison, apart from taking young children away from their original families, the Jedi did not do anything out of the ordinary, which can be considered restrained.

"Get something flammable and let's burn these bodies!"

After Martin explained what happened here, he let Flash continue running errands.

"Just burn them? Why not identify them one by one and let their families claim the bodies?"

The Flash couldn't bear to see the corpses all over the ground. Since they were dead, they should be given a decent ending.

Martin looked into the Flash's big eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he said tactfully: "Identifying the body is not an easy task. We don't have enough manpower to do it."

The Flash didn't hear Martin's polite refusal and volunteered, "You don't need to worry about manpower. Don't forget, my main job is a forensic doctor. I have no problem figuring out these people's identities."

Seeing his innocent look, Martin scratched his forehead and steeled himself to tell him the real reason:
"These people live in the metropolis and yet they can still become gangsters. This shows that their family living conditions are not good and they most likely have no relatives. Even if they do have relatives, their relatives may not have enough money to buy a plane ticket from the metropolis to Los Angeles to collect the bodies."

The Flash's eyes widened. He hadn't considered this question before. Neither his parents, nor those who raised him, were short of money. He had always had plenty of food and clothing since he was a child. At least he wouldn't have to worry about a plane ticket.

After becoming a superhero, although he cares very much about the citizens of Central City, it is more of a moral sympathy and he has not observed the living standards of the citizens of Central City.

After all, heroes need to appear at critical moments, and after completing the mission, they can retire.

Martin's words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting the Flash's innocent heart directly and making him realize his problem.

"Of course, as long as we buy time and solve the problem of the superhumans, we can also send these bodies back, but his family will definitely not accept them."

"why?"

The Flash asked subconsciously, then stared at Martin seriously, wanting an answer.

"Gangs are always connected by ties like family and brotherhood. Once those people accept the bodies we send back, the international gangs will feel that their families have betrayed the gang and want to punish them."

Martin is very familiar with this method used by gangs to control people.

Leaving aside other worlds, such things often happened when the Outer Rim was dealing with underworld empires like the Hutts and the Black Sun.

The gangs in Central City are still very modern. They only care about money and interests, and don't mention things like family very much.

Occasionally there are a few such groups, but they are only two or three people, and they cannot produce any terrifying phenomena. Instead, they make people miss the feelings between parents and siblings.

So, the Flash was very angry. He was panting angrily, his chest heaving violently, and yellow lightning burst out from the surface of his body.

"Calm down, no matter how angry you are, you can't change the reality!"

It's not that Martin isn't angry, but he has learned how to transform this anger into more practical actions. He no longer just yells and tries to use this attitude to ask the Almighty God to appear and help him solve the problem.

Flash's mind raced, and he immediately said, "We can issue a public statement saying this is just a public welfare action."

"My brain works quickly, but I'm still not as quick-tongued as you!"

Martin was not mocking Barry. Dealing with such an organized gang was obviously beyond his ability because he had never faced such an enemy.

"No matter what you say, as long as you do it, it will be seen as a signal of provocation to the International Gang. They can't deal with the Alliance, so naturally they will choose to use terror to intimidate their own people."

"As I said, saying a thousand words is not as good as doing one thing!"

The Flash looked at the red earth and gradually clenched his fists. His sympathy for the dead turned into anger, causing his body to vibrate at high speed, as if he was about to leave this world.

"stop!"

Martin snapped his fingers and offered a serious suggestion: "If you can't get over that hurdle in your heart, then collect the bodies of these people and find a place to bury them in Los Angeles. This will be our last effort to allow them to complete their final journey of life."

The Flash finally accepted Martin's suggestion, quickly found a pile of body bags, and put the bodies into the bags according to categories.

For a moment, he even forgot that the real target was the International Gang.

"You are still young after all!"

Martin looked at the Flash who was gradually calming down and shook his head slightly.

The Flash's anger just now was both real and fake!
He was actually unable to empathize with those who were suffering. The reason he felt so angry was simply because the morality he accepted required him to do so.

In other words, the Flash is so angry because he wants to become the person he should be.

In a sense, this is also a kind of "hypocrisy", a hypocrisy that belongs only to modern times.

Only modern people would put on such a hypocritical coat woven from morals and social norms in pursuit of their imaginary selves, disguising themselves as their imaginary selves.

But those who live in dire straits do not have such hypocrisy.

Because he will clearly turn what he believes in into reality, no matter what the cost.

"Take your time to collect these corpses. I'm going to deal with the people from the Knights of Lun!"

Martin shook his head and thought to himself that he was really influenced by his identity as a Jedi Knight. He was so interested in philosophical questions today.

After saying goodbye to the Flash, he quickly returned to the camp and was warmly welcomed.

The people from the charity organization thanked Martin for saving them, the young superhuman wanted to see what a Jedi Knight looked like, and the members of the Justice League were proud of Martin's actions.

Martin smiled at the welcome and found Diana who was busy.

As soon as Diana looked up, she teased Martin, "Hey, isn't this our most popular Jedi Master? How does it feel to be surrounded by everyone?"

　The first day of July, it’s time!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)