The Richest Man in the DC World

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Killing intent!

Terrible killing intent.

The killing intent almost turned into substance filled the air, everyone felt cold hands and feet, and the heavy heart felt a sense of fear of facing top predators.

At the front of the convoy, the truck loaded with heavy weapons has turned into scrap iron, and a tall humanoid monster with a purple-red skin is standing on the car.

Its body lines are almost perfect, giving people a sense of vigorous strength, with a pair of red lantern-like eyes on its ugly face, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky, still unable to block the **** red light radiating from the eyes.

"General... what shall we do?"

Someone asked tremblingly, and Sam Lane pulled the bolt and said coldly, "Kill it."

boom!

The detective at the front could not bear the pressure and fired first. In an instant, the gunshots were dense, and the intertwined barrage shot forward like a rainstorm.

The next moment, everyone was stunned.

The bullet hit the monster's body, as if it fell on a glass ball on rubber, leaving a shallow dent, and then ejected in all directions.

Its skin is made of high-strength rubber, and bullets can't cause any harm.

Sam Lane growled, "Lint!"

The agent named Lint opened the trunk and took out an alien energy cannon from it. The muzzle blue light condensed,

boom!

A beam of blue light shot out, hitting the monster's chest hard, and the powerful rushing energy directly knocked it out. Lint was uncomfortable, and his shoulders were almost crushed by the energy cannon's reaction force.

"It works!"

Someone exclaimed. Soon, that hope disappeared. Joshua, with a scorch mark on his chest, stood up from the ground, his mouth slightly raised, his expression of playfulness was like a cat teasing its prey.

"You will die miserably!"

Joshua hissed and roared, his body rushed out instantly, several afterimages flashed past, puff puff puff! ! ! There was the sound of blood cascading that made the scalp numb.

There were eight deadly corpses on the ground, blood overflowed, and the snowflakes were stained crimson.

The situation is in chaos.

Everyone was frightened by this scene, Joshua continued to carry out the massacre, screaming one after another, whether it was the agent holding the weapon or the researcher in the car, all died on the spot.

In just ten seconds, more than 30 rigorously trained agents all died, without exception.

No one can insist on a face-to-face encounter in its hands.

Only Sam Lane and the three guards standing in front of him were the only ones who survived.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people nauseous. Sam Lane's face was pale and his eyes flashed with endless despair.

The gap is too big!

Whether it is a special soldier with professional training or a high-level agent who is good at infiltrating and assassinating, they have no power to fight back in front of the monster. They are like ants, letting the opponent trample on them.

"Everyone will die here, including me!"

Sam Ryan took a deep breath, pushed away the guard in front of him, and walked to the monster.

"Before you die, I want to know, what the **** are you? Why did you come to earth? What is your purpose?"

Joshua, with his hands full of flesh and blood, stared at him indifferently, as if looking at a dead object. Suddenly, a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and red light flashed in his eyes, adding a trace of humanized hesitation.

"63 Cornington Street!"

"You are that person."

Sam Ryan was taken aback. 63 Cornington Street was his home. How would the monster know? Thinking of my wife and daughter at home, my complexion became extremely ugly,

"Who are you and why do you know 63 Cornington Street, who told you?"

The old man was furious and his voice was high and scary. Joshua was frightened by his aura and involuntarily stepped back. Thinking of the cotton-padded clothes, cotton boots, and delicious food that the other party had given him, he felt uncomfortable.

Since his parents passed away, the old man is the only one who has given him care without asking for anything in return.

"I can't kill him, never!"

Joshua muttered to himself, the blood in his eyes faded, amber pupils appeared, and he said nothing. He rushed to the truck and rushed away holding the meteorite inside.

So the mortal game was solved.

Sam Ryan stood dumbly in the heavy snow, the complex eyes of the monster before he left represented too much, gratitude, regret, and a hint of inexplicable and unclear apology.

"Who is he? Is it a human? Or a monster?"

Sam Lane lowered his head in thought, always feeling that the look was familiar. Gradually, a figure with a shabby cheek and blue lips appeared from the bottom of his heart.

"Could it be him..."

"Really he? He was parasitized by alien worms?"

A guard came up and said with lingering fear,

"General, that monster, why did it stop? It and you..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, the three were not fools, and the look of the monster was not difficult to see. It seemed to know the general and the relationship was not shallow.

Sam Lane hissed, "I met him."

After that, he turned his gaze to the front, and when he saw the fragments of corpses scattered on the road, he seemed to have been punched in his heart.

With dozens of lives, the elites that the Sky Eye would dig from various departments just died like that, and the deaths were worthless.

Damn it!

Sam Lane clenched his fists, his murderous intent was boiling in his heart, and he had lived for half of his life. He had never felt as weak as he is now. The eyes of the sky would be too weak to withstand a little wind and waves.

"General, are you all right!"

Sam Lane shook his head slightly, "Call the logistics team and ask them to come over as quickly as possible."

"The White House, I will contact you."

"Ok."

The guard wanted to say something, but finally turned and left. This disaster made the three people who had just joined the Sky Eye Club feel a bit at a loss. The Sky Eye Club was not as good as they had imagined. It was too dangerous for ordinary people to accept.

After briefly explaining what happened with the Secretary of Defense and the President of the White House, Sam Lane, with an ugly face, called Lex Luthor.

"Kill that monster, I agree to all your conditions."

Just said one word and hung up.

On the other side, Lex Luther, who returned to the metropolis with a small number of meteorites, chuckled and said to Professor Ivo, who was on the side,

"He has agreed~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's up to us next."

Aiweio Ivo said with a bitter face, "The time is too tight. The inhibitor will last for two minutes at most. If you can't get rid of it within two minutes, we will be done."

"It will eat you, and then eat me, no, I have to run quickly, I can't accompany you to death."

Lex snorted coldly, and Ai Weiou froze immediately, he could only suppress the thought of running away, and sat on the sofa reluctantly.

At this time, the sirens came from above, accompanied by a scream, the entire floor was shaking.

"It's really fast!"

Lex got up and walked into the secret room.

His era is about to begin.

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