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Chapter 518 Each has its own difficulties (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

The cold black blade energy directly cut the high-speed car in half. The separated front and rear ends of the car flew out uncontrollably. The car body slid along the road, rubbing out a large number of sparks and dragging out two fire lines. It slammed into the wall hard, emitting a puff of black smoke.

"I have to get out of here right now!"

The old man of the Wu family shook his head indifferently. The collision of an ordinary car could not cause any harm to him.

He wanted to push away the corpse that was pressing on him, but as soon as his outstretched hand touched the corpse, he felt a sudden bone-chilling coldness for no reason.

Then, the body that had been dyed black turned into messy fragments like shattered glass, and scattered all over the old man of the Wu family.

For a moment, he was stunned.

He felt nothing among the body fragments, as if all the energy and spirit in the corpse had been sucked away by something.

The old man of the Wu family was startled, and then he struggled to climb out of the car. As soon as his hands touched the road, he was about to mobilize his true energy and use his lightness skills to quickly escape from there.

But a shadow suddenly appeared before his eyes, covering him completely and ending his hope.

"You don't really think you can get away from here?"

Martin looked coldly at the old man of the Wu family beneath him, raised his hand and used his inner strength to grab the Xueyin Knife, and placed it across his neck.

Even when this old guy ran away, he did not give up the Snow Drinking Sword. He still wanted to take this magical weapon for himself and did not want to relax for a moment.

The crazy Qilin blood kept surging in his body, emitting scalding heat like magma. Except for the increasingly obvious mark of the Fire Qilin on his left cheek, there were no other changes in his body.

The demonic true essence and the Qilin's crazy blood are entangled together, but they present a completely different cold state from the crazy blood. Every time they pass through a place, the acupoints will move, the meridians as a whole will become twisted, and more demonic true essence will be generated.

The black lines between Martin's eyebrows became more and more complicated, and from the shape alone they looked no different from real eyes.

This is the magic eye sweeping over dead things, revealing all secrets. It can also sweep over living people, see how the true qi in their bodies flows through their meridians, see how their internal organs move, see the condition of every muscle and even every drop of blood.

Martin looked down at the old man of the Wu family and knew that his body had reached its limit. Even if the old man stuffed many precious medicinal herbs into his mouth, he was only hanging on to his last breath.

Even if Martin didn't make this slash, when the effect of the drug wore off, he would die from exhausting the last bit of energy in his body.

"I would like to..."

"Shut up. I've heard enough of your sweet talk. I've given you a chance before."

Martin put the Snow Drinking Sword back into the scabbard, grabbed the old man of the Wu family by the neck with his left hand and lifted him up, and pressed the mother box directly on his forehead with his right hand.

"Ron, dig out the secrets of this old guy and find out where Bruce is hiding."

Martin contacted the Martian Hunter through the Mother Box, and then his powerful but gentle telekinesis rushed directly into the mind of the old man of the Wu family, searching through all of this person's memories.

"What kind of magic did you use? Something has gotten into my brain. Get out of here right now."

Although the old man of the Wu family is a powerful warrior, he is still defenseless against the telekinesis of the Martian Hunter and is as fragile as a child.

From some perspectives, he is even worse than ordinary people.

Because ordinary people cannot sense the Martian Hunter's telekinesis entering their brains, but this old man can sense that his memory is being rummaged through by something, but he is powerless and can only watch as the secrets buried deep in his memory are exposed one by one.

"Forget about it! Instead of worrying about the secrets in your mind being exposed, you might as well think about how it would feel when I chop off your head."

Martin slapped the old guy in the face, knocking all of his fairly neat teeth out, leaving him unable to utter a complete sentence but only able to whimper.

"Wow, I've seen a lot of dark-minded humans since I came to Earth, but the memories buried deep in this guy's mind still opened my eyes."

The Martian Hunter was searching through the memories of the old man from the Wu family, and from time to time he would exclaim in surprise about what this man had done, not because he was surprised, but because he felt disgusted.

"This old man lived for more than 100 years, but in the end he was just a black glove for others in the underworld. To put it bluntly, he was just a pre-modern landlord, not a modern person at all, so it's natural that he could do such sinister things."

Martin has encountered too many such things. People like the old man of the Wu family have not yet gotten rid of their animal nature. They will keep stuffing food into their stomachs even if they are full to death.

"I'm not interested in the dark secrets of this kind of person. Let's just let everything he did in the past go with the wind. All we have to do is find out where Bruce is."

The reason why Martin said this is because the power of the Justice League will not radiate to Southeast Asia, so they don't bother to care about these garbage, and what will be the final result.

If anyone dares to do this around the new city built by the Justice League, Martin will expose all the crimes they have missed in their lifetime and make them forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

"Well, from the perspective of profit, this guy does have a lot of valuable information in his head. It's a pity to ignore it."

Ma Lingding smiled and said to Martian Hunter: "When did you, a master of psychic power with a pure mind, become so mercenary?"

"You have to be mercenary."

Martian Hunter sighed, "We want to train reliable talents for the Alliance. Even if we just want to run a short-term crash course, the funds needed are astronomical."

"Okay, let's leave the settlement until the meeting."

Martin interrupted the topic and brought the conversation back on track: "Seriously, what's going on with Bruce now?"

"The prisoner in your hands doesn't know what the people who took Bruce away are like. He just provided them with a batch of fake identities, safe passages in and out of the summit, and several safe hiding places after escaping Naypyidaw."

What Martian Manhunter found was by no means good news.

Martin frowned and asked, "It seems that the person behind this doesn't trust this old guy named Wu. He refused to reveal any information to him, which clearly shows that he had planned to throw him out long ago."

Boom!
Martin released the hand that was pinching the old man of the Wu family, and swung his ten fingers to play the music. He pressed on the acupuncture points of the man like playing a musical instrument, and used his internal energy to condense into needles and pierce the palm of his hand. Immediately, blood gushed out, draining out all the medicinal power that supported the man's body.

"You...I won't let you go even if I become a ghost."

The old man of the Wu family knew that his end was near. He lay on the ground, turned his body over with difficulty, and used his last bit of strength to curse Martin viciously.

Click!

Martin drew out the Snow Drinking Knife, and with a sharp movement of the knife, he chopped off the old man's head, ending his sinful life.

Martin didn't feel anything after killing this opponent who had caused him a lot of trouble. There were just too many trash like him, and it wasn't worth it for him to waste his extra passion on them.

He practiced the key points of the Demon Heart Crossing and calmed down the Qilin's crazy blood and the demonic essence. The demon eye between his eyebrows and the lines on his left cheek also disappeared.

Martin changed from an evil madman back to a gentle god of the wind. He used the mother box to display a geographical hologram of Myanmar, marking on the map several hiding places that the Martian Hunter had dug out from the head of the old man of the Wu family.

Those who missed this operation were not stupid. The hiding places chosen in advance included both crowded towns and uninhabited areas hidden in the mountains.

If Martin really wanted to search all the hiding places, it would be impossible to do it without several months.

But the Justice League has never been so reasonable, so Martin directly said to the people on Mars: "Everyone's consciousness activity is very unique, and as long as it is active, it will definitely leave very obvious traces."

"If Bruce is awake, even if he is hiding in a large city with thousands of people, it would be very easy for me to find his consciousness."

Martian Manhunter understood what Martin meant and immediately explained, "But since I got the news, I have been monitoring the situation around me, but I have not gained anything. I am afraid that the people who took Bruce away have used some method to keep him in a coma."

"Since those people were able to come up with such a sophisticated plan, they must be aware of Bruce's capabilities. Even if they increase the risk of the escape plan, they will not give Bruce a chance to wake up."

He would have done the same if Bruce or Martin had been taken away.

The best thing about Bruce is his brain. As long as he is awake, he can find the enemy's weaknesses even if he is surrounded by superhumans.

He didn't say that he escaped unscathed, but he ran away from the enemy and found a way to leave a message for Martin and the others. It would always be no problem to deliver a message.

"You can continue to dig deeper into the memory of that Wu. As long as you can find the characteristics of a person's consciousness, you can follow the clues to find Bruce. I will also think of other ways. I don't believe that we can't find Bruce by taking multiple approaches." Several methods flashed through Martin's mind, all of which were related to magic and spells.

There is no way. Myanmar is too backward. Many villages don’t even have electricity, let alone a surveillance system.

Without hardware support, even if the Justice League has several artificial intelligences, they will be of no use at all.

At most, we would send out some drones to search the area around those hiding places.

Also, due to the range limitations of drones, they cannot work for long periods of time. Once they run out of power, they are likely to be thrown away like a meat bun and never come back.

"Bruce's incident has reminded me that every member of the alliance must be equipped with a reliable source of location information. Your mental power is good, so you can study how to transform this thing into a fixed beacon."

"Bruce hasn't been found yet, so you better stop assigning me more work."

Martian Manhunter expresses his dismay at the way Martin is forcing work on him.

Although the idea of using mental power to create a beacon is indeed good, in order to actually do this, even a master like Martian Hunter will find many difficulties to overcome, and it cannot be solved within two or three days.

"Just remember this one thing."

Of course Martin didn't have the ability to do this, so he just mentioned it.

"I'm curious why you didn't seek help from the University of the East. They are the local bosses, and it would be easier for them to send people to rescue us than for us. They are also more familiar with the local situation."

Not only did Martin the Martian Hunter actively seek cooperation with the University of the East, but he also only used the power of the alliance in this matter.

"This is our own business, so of course we should solve it ourselves. Dongda has its own problems, and we should keep our distance from each other in this matter. It's enough for us to do our own thing."

Martin had not received any news from Fang Zhifu, nor had he taken the initiative to ask.

When he heard his name from the old man of the Wu family, he knew that this matter was no longer as simple as saving people.

Of course, for the Justice League, it is enough for them to rescue Bruce, and there will be no loss if they withdraw.

But if Fang Zhifu and others want to continue cooperating with the Justice League, they will have to make more efforts.

And Martin couldn't give them any help.

"Everyone has their own difficulties. It's already hard to do your own thing, so how can you have the energy to pay attention to other people's affairs?"

Martin exclaimed and immediately cut off contact with Martian Hunter.

He looked up at the sky, because these methods would allow the people they sent to rescue Batman to come and join him.

But he had already killed an old man from the Wu family, and there was still no sign of the people who came to rescue him.

"I don't know how Lao Fang arranged it. Or is it that the people sent to rescue are just too amateurish?"

Martin muttered to himself for a few words, then shook his head and prepared to leave Naypyidaw and head to the hiding places prepared by the Wu family.

boom!
Martin held the Mother Box in his hand and waved it in front of him. The sonic boom channel opened, leading to a mountain range in an uninhabited area.

"Wait a minute!"

Martin was about to step into the sonic explosion channel when he heard a voice and hesitated for a while.

Then a sonic boom sounded, and a red figure appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a red tights with gold edges, five yellow stars on his left arm, a diamond-shaped Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish on his chest, a black and white cape fluttering behind him, and black boots on his feet.

"Are you the one sent by Dongda to provide support?"

Martin looked at the Superman-like costume and felt something was wrong at first. But when he saw that the man looked no more than 20 years old, a name instantly popped up in his mind.

Kong Kenan!
According to the outrageous setting of a certain timeline, his father was the villain General Feilong of a certain company, and his mother was Dr. Ou Men from the Self-Strengthening Department, but they had parted ways in their early years and did not know each other's identities.

When Kong Kenan was eighteen years old, he was forced to be involved in the fight between his parents. Under the guidance of his mother, Dr. Omen, he replicated Superman's life force and became half Kryptonian.

Later, in order to control his power, he joined the Yi Jing school, learned the power of Yin and Yang, and eventually transformed Superman's life force into Qi and founded the Chinese Justice League.

From his previous meeting with Fang Zhifu, Martin inferred that Kong Kenan's background should not be so bizarre.

At least the son of a liberal can become rich and powerful, but he can never become a Superman, especially not by joining the government for research.

Although this is an era where people still rely on their fathers for support, those fathers at least know when they can be partial and when they should abide by the law in important matters.

If Superman's power, which is comparable to that of a nuclear bomb, falls into the hands of an unreliable young man, things would be more than just outrageous.

"Are you Kong Kenan?"

Kong Kenan was about to introduce himself, but he didn't expect that the stranger behind Martin called out his name.

"I'm so famous now. Even the people in the Justice League know about me?"

"Hahaha!"

Kong Kenan laughed a few times, put his hands on his hips, and looked like a middle school boy.

Seeing his performance, Martin frowned and asked, "How old are you this year? What missions have you performed before?"

"Well, I'm twenty years old. I just recently became a superhuman. Before that, I was always on missions in the Magic City."

Although Kong Kenan's personality is a little immature, at least he knows how to obey orders. He is not like those young people in the United States who, after gaining powers, act like "God is the boss and they are the second" and are unwilling to obey in all kinds of ways.

But after hearing the several missions that Kong Kenan boasted about, Martin knew that this was a young man who had not experienced much. Let alone going abroad to third world countries, he had always been active in several big cities.

"You can stop now!"

Martin interrupted Kong Kenan's self-narration and concluded: "All of your tasks can be summed up in one feature. The local police can handle them, and it will just be faster with you."

If it were an American youth, he would definitely have a heated argument with Martin about the police.

But Kong Kenan was a young man from Southeast University. He could not say that he was stronger than the people’s police, but his young mentality made it difficult for him to admit Martin’s words.

"To be precise, I did a better job with the help of the police."

Kong Kenan found a relatively best of both worlds approach, and he was quite proud of it.

But that's not what Martin wanted to tell him: "So this has always been about dealing with police officers, and we haven't dealt with crazier cases like warlords, systematic gangs, or spies."

One of the results of the stability of grassroots governance at Dongda University is that it does not require a super genius like the so-called Bruce. Everyone only needs to be responsible for their own part, and with the unified cooperation of managers, a relatively appropriate result can be obtained.

Kong Kenan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically: "Strictly speaking, my companions and I are just civilian volunteers who occasionally assist the police uncles. We are not qualified to handle this kind of thing."

Martin felt helpless, but he didn't show it in front of Kong Kenan: "Then you just follow me, watch and learn carefully, and don't act without my order."

Kong Kenan nodded and followed Martin like a curious baby.

Ps: Today’s post is 15,000 words, and I’ll add another 1,000 words tomorrow to make up for it.

(End of this chapter)