The Richest Man in the DC World

As the last word fell, the battle began.

The ten people behind Luke raised their right hands at the same time, and the blue light condensed in their palms.

boom!

The energy bomb burst out of the air, piercing through each figure, and exploded again when it fell on the ground.

The explosion sounded one after another, and more than a dozen people died on the spot.

Those who fled with wide-eyed, horrified and rejoicing faces, the rest ran out frantically, yelling for help as they ran.

"Dior, don't leave alone."

"I see, master."

Dior took the three of them, divided into two groups, blocked the exits on the other two sides, and rushed into the hall with the rest, fighting with the dead men emerging from the rear.

Luke sat on the stone chair, staring blankly at the fight in front of him.

In addition to these subordinates, he also has an army of mechanical rats. Those "rats" have already rushed to various entrances and exits under Ava's command. Only the dead can walk out from here tonight, and there will be no livelihoods.

The dead men are thugs carefully cultivated by the Owl Court. They have lived on the base since they were young. They have been instilled in the idea of ​​loyalty to the court and dedication to the court at all times. With the aid of drugs, they are no longer normal people, but slaves. Slaves who only obey orders.

The combat effectiveness of these people is not weak, and each one is equivalent to a special soldier.

It's a pity that after all, it is a body of flesh and blood, swelling in pieces and dying in pieces, and the heavy casualties made Sir Blackhawk's eyelids jump.

"The Talons, kill them."

Seven claws armed with black knives and black swords appeared in the hall.

Luke snorted coldly, the will of terror came down, the seven claws froze there, the killing intent in their eyes dissipated and was replaced by fear. Although they have a nearly indestructible body, their spirit and will have become in the long-term destruction of drugs. Fragile.

Such a will can't resist the erosion of the power of fear. Luke only needs a look to make them bow their heads.

Without any hesitation, Dior swung a knife and chopped off the heads of the seven claws.

Heads rolled down on the ground, the smell of blood spread around, and the air was suffocating.

Where did the "above" court members have seen such terrible scenes, all of them showed horror, some wanted to scream, but did not dare, and clung to their mouths.

Not to mention them, even the well-informed Red Robe Judge and Sir Black Hawk hadn't experienced it. With the seven claws, the face hidden under the mask became ashes.

"It's over."

"It's all over."

An atmosphere of despair spread, pushing everyone into the abyss little by little.

The battle gradually evolved into a slaughter. Although dead men and claws were constantly pouring out from various entrances and exits, facing Dior and his party wearing flying shadow armor, there was no power to fight back at all.

Sir Black Hawk clenched his fists, feeling blood dripping from his heart.

"Luke Shaw!"

"You **** it."

He took off his black robes and jumped forward, avoiding the people blocking the road, and aimed straight at Luke.

Dior stepped forward to block him and slashed over.

when!

The blade collided with the blade, splashing the starting point of sparks, Dior raised his brows and said in surprise,

"Are you a claw too?"

"Go to hell!"

Sir Black Hawk jumped into the air, chopped three times in midair, and then stepped on Dior's arm with a kick, leaped into the air again with the help of the counter shock, jumped over his head, and rushed straight towards Luke.

The two were not far from Ben, and under the full attack of Sir Black Hawk, they came to him in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

The black shadow held the knife in both hands, bursting out with all his strength, and the blade tore the air, bringing out a violent whistling.

At this moment, all the members of the court are looking here, with strong expectations in their eyes.

Cut it down, it must be cut down.

Kill him and we have the possibility of victory.

Click!

The black knife split Luke's body, and the stone chair behind it was divided into two. Everyone was about to cheer. In the next second, the light and shadow changed, and Luke's figure disappeared, like fireflies dissipating in the air.

"I can't even find my real body, still want to kill?"

boom!

The shock wave exploded on Sir Black Hawk's side, tore his clothes and mask, leaving large bloodstains on his body. He roared and flew directly, hitting the wall heavily.

Luke appeared in white armor, walked up to him, raised his right leg,

boom!

When he stepped down, the air mass exploded in the surrounding area, and Sir Black Hawk vomited blood and his cheeks became blood red.

"How should I call you, Sir Black Hawk."

"By the way, your face is really impressive. It looks like the eldest master of the Wayne family. You shouldn't be a member of the Wayne family."

"To shut up!"

Luke kicked him a few meters away, smashed the table and chairs, and rolled to the ground.

Looking at the person lying on the ground, whether it is the member who is resisting or the member who is shrinking in the corner begging for mercy, all have the same expression.

The leader of the Owl Court, the inquisitor with countless legends-Sir Black Hawk was defeated, so miserable and helpless.

In the crowd, Cohen Delk raised his head stiffly. Luke Shaw's various actions reminded him of very bad memories. It turned out that the man in black armor was Luke Shaw.

It turns out that the mysterious owner is him.

Hard disk, William Cobb, MAXKⅠ... are all his pawns, and he dominates all of this, pushing the Owl Court to death step by step.

"Amber gold?"

Delk muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion, is his purpose really amber gold?

The killing continued until all the rebels fell to the ground, and the few stopped, and Dior escorted the black eagle and the red-robed judge under the throne with his hands and feet bound.

Luke waved his hand.

"Interrogate separately, say a wrong sentence, and chop off a finger until you get the correct answer."

"I see, master."

Dior greeted his men and took the two to different rooms for interrogation.

Luke walked to the corner and patrolled his eyes. When he found Cohen Delk, he hooked his fingers. The latter stiffly stood up, walked out of the crowd, plopped, and knelt at Luke’s feet.

"Lord...Master!"

The rest of the people's eyes widened and their faces were inconceivable. Delk actually called...Master, this bastard! He is a ghost!

Luke helped him up.

"Don't kneel at every turn. It's the 21st century. Don't play the medieval suit."

"Get up quickly."

Delk stood up stiffly, his hands and feet trembling, afraid to look at the hall full of corpses, nor his old companions full of anger, nor to look at Luke, so he could only stare at his toes in fear.

Luke patted him on the shoulder~www.NovelMTL.com~ said softly.

"How is this period of time, have you been wronged?"

Delk shook his head repeatedly, "No...no one bullied me."

"That's good. I have been worried about your accident. Looking at it now, it is completely unnecessary. You are very good and you are doing very well."

Luke sighed and continued, "There is something to apologize to you. I may not be able to do what I promised you. It is the fault of the two idiot judges. They are too impatient, too arrogant, and don't know how to constrain. In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, I can only act in advance. I hope you don’t blame me."

Delk shook his head in despair, crying "moved".

"Master, I didn't blame you, really, not at all."

"That's good, that's good."

Luke let out a long sigh of relief, turned his eyes to other people, moved in his heart, and said suddenly,

"Why don't I give these people to you?"