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The athletic powerhouse couldn't understand how the kids they had been chasing and causing to flee in disarray could now be so bold as to return and blow up what was essentially their base's potion factory.

"Could it be the Justice League?" the athletic powerhouse voiced his thoughts, intending to ask King Snake beside him.

The athletic powerhouse was a typical American white male athlete. His IQ wasn't low, but it certainly wasn't outstanding. After all, he initially wanted to make a living with his extraordinary athletic abilities, so he naturally didn't pay much attention to academic subjects.

However, later, due to his involvement in criminal activities, the athletic powerhouse had to use his brain to think about criminal plans, which made his brain more active.

But when facing King Snake, who relied on high intelligence to deceive his followers, he seemed somewhat inadequate. Joining the Illuminati for so many years had also made this habitually solitary guy adept at using the resources at hand.

For example, King Snake, who was technically his subordinate in terms of status. After all, talent is also a kind of resource.

"It shouldn't be," King Snake shook his head. "If it were the Justice League, why wouldn't they just come and take us down? You know, factories aren't alive; people can run, but factories can't."

"Batman isn't the kind of person without brains. He understands the principle of not alarming the snake in the grass. If the other party has enough strength, they wouldn't destroy the building first without dealing with the people."

"So, it's just those kids," the athletic powerhouse narrowed his eyes. "It seems they haven't given up. They're a bunch of ignorant little bastards."

"No matter what those kids are planning, Cobra Venom is a very precious resource, and no mistakes are allowed," King Snake waved his hand, and the twenty enhanced followers who had been standing by immediately set off towards the factory.

"Send more people. Don't let the fire at the factory continue to spread."

It's no wonder King Snake was so alarmed. In order not to be tracked by the Justice League, Bane didn't connect the equipment inside the factory to the outside network when building it. The computers here were all offline.

Later, the Cobra Cult thought this was a good idea and continued to use this design. It must be said that this decision was indeed wise. Even Batman took two or three months to discover the clues.

But now the drawback of this design has been exposed. Because it's completely offline, all the data stored in the factory's host computer can't be sent out using modern methods.

It can only be transferred manually by transferring it to a USB drive or other storage device. Moreover, for the sake of secrecy, the Illuminati didn't actively contact King Snake until Cobra Venom was developed on a large scale.

Until today, because he had completed the amount required by the Illuminati, King Snake took the initiative to contact the athletic powerhouse, who then came to Santa Prisca to inspect and take all the potions back with him.

In summary, all the information about Cobra Venom currently exists only in one copy in the world, which is stored in the host computer in the factory. If it's burned by the fire, it will be gone.

Under King Snake's command, a large number of Cobra Cult members rushed to the factory, leaving only a small group to guard and complete the last bit of work.

"Although I don't know if those kids are that bold, you should leave as soon as possible to prevent any unforeseen events."

King Snake saw that all the potions were packed and turned to the athletic powerhouse.

"Are you saying those kids might come to save this guy?" The athletic powerhouse widened his eyes. "It's certainly possible. Children are always unpredictable."

The athletic powerhouse was now working for someone else, and the Illuminati's requirements forced him to be careful, so he wouldn't say things like, 'It's impossible. Why would I be afraid of those kids?'

Under King Snake's persuasion, the athletic powerhouse didn't waste any time, escorting Harpy towards the transport plane's hatch.

The athletic powerhouse didn't dare to delay, and with Harpy's secret cooperation, the two quickly walked to the transport plane. As soon as they boarded, they saw neatly stacked boxes.

The athletic powerhouse arranged for Harpy to sit in the seat behind the transport plane's cockpit, next to the pile of boxes.

Because his original mission this time was to transport Cobra Venom, Harpy could only be considered an unexpected surprise, so the athletic powerhouse's transport plane didn't have cages or anything like that.

However, although there were no cages or anything like that, he did have ropes that could deal with superhumans in his equipment. So, the athletic powerhouse used this special rope to tie Yang Le up securely in the chair.

"For your own safety, you better not have any tricks up your sleeve."

Thinking of warning Harpy a couple of times to prevent him from playing any tricks after takeoff, he unexpectedly received an unexpected answer.

"Don't worry," Harpy arbitrarily added to his persona. "My previous outburst used up all my strength. I can't use superpowers in a short time, it will cause my body to collapse."

This was to reassure the athletic powerhouse so that he wouldn't be paranoid and operate poorly, causing the two to crash. But for high technology with autopilot, Harpy's worries were a bit redundant.

As long as the athletic powerhouse raised the aircraft to a sufficient height, he could use autopilot, and then he could return to the rear compartment to monitor Harpy.

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Having planned everything in his mind, the athletic powerhouse entered the cockpit and skillfully started the aircraft. After a slight feeling of weightlessness, the aircraft slowly took off. A few minutes later, he had already ascended to a sufficient height while moving forward.

Everything is going smoothly so far. The athletic powerhouse was about to turn on the autopilot function when he suddenly noticed the display on the control panel, which showed the situation in the rear compartment.

Behind that pile of boxes, a head was poking out. If the athletic powerhouse wasn't mistaken, it should be Robin's head.

How audacious.

The athletic powerhouse sneered in his heart. He finally understood the children's plan. They wanted to use the fire at the factory to lure everyone away, and then have Robin, who was best at stealth, sneak in to rescue his companion.

However, because he and King Snake had been standing next to the O weapon, Robin couldn't find any suitable opportunity to save people, so he could only hide in the transport plane.

Once the transport plane took off, the aircraft became a closed room where outsiders couldn't reinforce. The enemy Robin had to deal with became him alone. Of course, by the same logic, Robin had no reinforcements either.

In the athletic powerhouse's view, Robin was gambling, gambling that he could take him down. This was indeed a feasible plan, but it was also a crazy plan.

'Good boy, then I'll see how much you really weigh!'