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Sportsmaster couldn't understand it. How could those children, who they had chased into hiding before, and who had fled with their tails between their legs, now be so audacious as to return and bomb the Serpent Processing Plant, which was essentially their base?
"Could it be the Justice League?" Sportsmaster voiced his thoughts, aiming to ask King Snake beside him.
Sportsmaster was a typical American white male athlete. His intelligence quotient couldn't be said to be low, but it certainly wasn't outstanding. After all, he initially wanted to make a living relying on his extraordinary athletic ability, so culture class naturally wasn't his focus.
However, due to his involvement in criminal activities, Sportsmaster had to use his brain to think about crime plans and such, which made his brain a lot more active.
But when facing King Snake, who relied on high intelligence to deceive cultists, he seemed somewhat inadequate. Years of joining the Illuminati had also made Sportsmaster, a guy who used to prefer working alone, proficient in using the resources at hand.
For example, King Snake, who was technically his subordinate in terms of identity. After all, talent was also a kind of resource.
"It shouldn't be." King Snake shook his head. "If it were the Justice League, then why wouldn't they just come directly and take us down? You need to know that a factory isn't alive. People can run, but a factory can't."
"Batman isn't the kind of guy without a brain. He understands the reason behind alerting the enemy. If the opponent has enough strength, they won't do something like ignoring people and destroying buildings first."
"So, it's just those few children." Sportsmaster narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems they haven't given up. They're truly a bunch of ignorant mongrels."
"No matter what those children want to do, Cobra Venom is a very precious resource and cannot be allowed to suffer any loss." King Snake waved his hand. The twenty enhanced cultists who had been standing by immediately moved towards the direction of the processing plant.
"Send more people. We can't let the big fire at the processing plant continue to spread."
It's no wonder King Snake was making a fuss. To avoid being tracked by the Justice League, Bane didn't connect the equipment inside the factory to the outside network when building the processing plant. 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 clue.
But now the drawback of this design was exposed. Because it was completely offline, all the information stored in the host in the processing plant couldn't be sent out using modern methods.
It could only be manually transferred by transferring it to a USB drive or other storage equipment. Moreover, for the sake of stealth, the Illuminati hadn't actively contacted King Snake before Cobra Venom was developed on a large scale.
Until today, because he had completed the amount needed by the Illuminati, King Snake took the initiative to contact Sportsmaster, and the latter came to Santa Prisca to inspect and take all the serum back with him.
In summary, all the information about Cobra Venom currently in the world exists only in this one copy, stored in the host in the processing plant. If it's burned by the fire, it will be gone.
Under King Snake's command, a large number of Cobra Cultists rushed to the direction of the processing plant, leaving only a small group for guard duty and to complete the last bit of work.
"Although I don't know if those little guys are that bold, but to prevent any unforeseen accidents, you should leave as soon as possible."
King Snake saw that all the serum was loaded and turned to say to Sportsmaster.
"You mean those children might come to rescue this guy?" Sportsmaster widened his eyes. "It's indeed possible. Children are always unpredictable."
Sportsmaster was now working for someone else. The Illuminati's requirements made him have to act cautiously, so he wouldn't say something like 'impossible, how could I be afraid of those children?'
Under King Snake's persuasion, Sportsmaster didn't talk nonsense. Escorting Humpty Dumpty, he walked towards the cabin door of the transport aircraft.
Sportsmaster didn't dare to delay, and with Humpty Dumpty's secret cooperation, the two of them walked to the transport aircraft in a few steps. As soon as they boarded the airplane, they saw boxes stacked neatly.
Sportsmaster arranged for Humpty Dumpty to sit in the seat behind the cockpit of the transport aircraft, next to the pile of boxes.
Because his original mission this time was to transport Cobra Venom, Humpty Dumpty could only be considered an unexpected surprise, so there were no cages or anything like that on Sportsmaster's transport aircraft.
However, although there were no cages or anything like that, he did have equipment to deal with superhumans, ropes. So Sportsmaster used this special rope to tie Yang Lei up tightly to the chair.
"For your safety, you'd better not have any thoughts."
Thinking of warning Humpty Dumpty a few words, lest the other party play any means after takeoff, but the other party gave him an unexpected answer.
"Don't worry." Humpty Dumpty arbitrarily added to the setting. "My previous outburst used up all my strength. I can't use superpowers in a short time, it will make my body collapse."
This was to reassure Sportsmaster to fly the airplane with peace of mind, lest he become suspicious and operate poorly, causing the two to crash. But for high-tech with autopilot, Humpty Dumpty's worries were a bit redundant.
As long as Sportsmaster raised the flying vehicle to a sufficient altitude, he could use autopilot. Then he could return to the rear cabin to monitor Humpty Dumpty.
Planning everything in his heart, Sportsmaster walked into the cockpit and skillfully started the flying vehicle. After a slight feeling of weightlessness, the flying vehicle slowly ascended. A few minutes later, he had already ascended to a sufficient altitude in the process of moving forward.
Everything was going smoothly so far. Sportsmaster was just about to turn on the autopilot function when he suddenly noticed the monitor on the control panel. What was displayed there was the situation in the rear cabin.
Behind that pile of boxes, a head was poking out. If Sportsmaster wasn't mistaken, that should be Robin's head.
They were really audacious.
Sportsmaster sneered in his heart. He finally understood the plan of these children. They wanted to use the big fire at the processing plant to divert everyone's attention, and finally let Robin, who was best at stealth, sneak in to rescue his partner.
It was just that because he and King Snake had been standing beside the O weapon, Robin couldn't find any suitable opportunity to save people, so he could only hide in the transport aircraft.
Once the transport aircraft took off, this flying vehicle would become a secret room where outsiders couldn't get reinforcements. The enemy Robin had to deal with would become just him alone. Of course, by the same reason, Robin also had no reinforcements.
In Sportsmaster'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 kid, then I'll see just how much strength you have!'
(End of chapter)
Sportsmaster couldn't understand it. How could those children, who they had chased into hiding before, and who had fled with their tails between their legs, now be so audacious as to return and bomb the Serpent Processing Plant, which was essentially their base?
"Could it be the Justice League?" Sportsmaster voiced his thoughts, aiming to ask King Snake beside him.
Sportsmaster was a typical American white male athlete. His intelligence quotient couldn't be said to be low, but it certainly wasn't outstanding. After all, he initially wanted to make a living relying on his extraordinary athletic ability, so culture class naturally wasn't his focus.
However, due to his involvement in criminal activities, Sportsmaster had to use his brain to think about crime plans and such, which made his brain a lot more active.
But when facing King Snake, who relied on high intelligence to deceive cultists, he seemed somewhat inadequate. Years of joining the Illuminati had also made Sportsmaster, a guy who used to prefer working alone, proficient in using the resources at hand.
For example, King Snake, who was technically his subordinate in terms of identity. After all, talent was also a kind of resource.
"It shouldn't be." King Snake shook his head. "If it were the Justice League, then why wouldn't they just come directly and take us down? You need to know that a factory isn't alive. People can run, but a factory can't."
"Batman isn't the kind of guy without a brain. He understands the reason behind alerting the enemy. If the opponent has enough strength, they won't do something like ignoring people and destroying buildings first."
"So, it's just those few children." Sportsmaster narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems they haven't given up. They're truly a bunch of ignorant mongrels."
"No matter what those children want to do, Cobra Venom is a very precious resource and cannot be allowed to suffer any loss." King Snake waved his hand. The twenty enhanced cultists who had been standing by immediately moved towards the direction of the processing plant.
"Send more people. We can't let the big fire at the processing plant continue to spread."
It's no wonder King Snake was making a fuss. To avoid being tracked by the Justice League, Bane didn't connect the equipment inside the factory to the outside network when building the processing plant. 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 clue.
But now the drawback of this design was exposed. Because it was completely offline, all the information stored in the host in the processing plant couldn't be sent out using modern methods.
It could only be manually transferred by transferring it to a USB drive or other storage equipment. Moreover, for the sake of stealth, the Illuminati hadn't actively contacted King Snake before Cobra Venom was developed on a large scale.
Until today, because he had completed the amount needed by the Illuminati, King Snake took the initiative to contact Sportsmaster, and the latter came to Santa Prisca to inspect and take all the serum back with him.
In summary, all the information about Cobra Venom currently in the world exists only in this one copy, stored in the host in the processing plant. If it's burned by the fire, it will be gone.
Under King Snake's command, a large number of Cobra Cultists rushed to the direction of the processing plant, leaving only a small group for guard duty and to complete the last bit of work.
"Although I don't know if those little guys are that bold, but to prevent any unforeseen accidents, you should leave as soon as possible."
King Snake saw that all the serum was loaded and turned to say to Sportsmaster.
"You mean those children might come to rescue this guy?" Sportsmaster widened his eyes. "It's indeed possible. Children are always unpredictable."
Sportsmaster was now working for someone else. The Illuminati's requirements made him have to act cautiously, so he wouldn't say something like 'impossible, how could I be afraid of those children?'
Under King Snake's persuasion, Sportsmaster didn't talk nonsense. Escorting Humpty Dumpty, he walked towards the cabin door of the transport aircraft.
Sportsmaster didn't dare to delay, and with Humpty Dumpty's secret cooperation, the two of them walked to the transport aircraft in a few steps. As soon as they boarded the airplane, they saw boxes stacked neatly.
Sportsmaster arranged for Humpty Dumpty to sit in the seat behind the cockpit of the transport aircraft, next to the pile of boxes.
Because his original mission this time was to transport Cobra Venom, Humpty Dumpty could only be considered an unexpected surprise, so there were no cages or anything like that on Sportsmaster's transport aircraft.
However, although there were no cages or anything like that, he did have equipment to deal with superhumans, ropes. So Sportsmaster used this special rope to tie Yang Lei up tightly to the chair.
"For your safety, you'd better not have any thoughts."
Thinking of warning Humpty Dumpty a few words, lest the other party play any means after takeoff, but the other party gave him an unexpected answer.
"Don't worry." Humpty Dumpty arbitrarily added to the setting. "My previous outburst used up all my strength. I can't use superpowers in a short time, it will make my body collapse."
This was to reassure Sportsmaster to fly the airplane with peace of mind, lest he become suspicious and operate poorly, causing the two to crash. But for high-tech with autopilot, Humpty Dumpty's worries were a bit redundant.
As long as Sportsmaster raised the flying vehicle to a sufficient altitude, he could use autopilot. Then he could return to the rear cabin to monitor Humpty Dumpty.
Planning everything in his heart, Sportsmaster walked into the cockpit and skillfully started the flying vehicle. After a slight feeling of weightlessness, the flying vehicle slowly ascended. A few minutes later, he had already ascended to a sufficient altitude in the process of moving forward.
Everything was going smoothly so far. Sportsmaster was just about to turn on the autopilot function when he suddenly noticed the monitor on the control panel. What was displayed there was the situation in the rear cabin.
Behind that pile of boxes, a head was poking out. If Sportsmaster wasn't mistaken, that should be Robin's head.
They were really audacious.
Sportsmaster sneered in his heart. He finally understood the plan of these children. They wanted to use the big fire at the processing plant to divert everyone's attention, and finally let Robin, who was best at stealth, sneak in to rescue his partner.
It was just that because he and King Snake had been standing beside the O weapon, Robin couldn't find any suitable opportunity to save people, so he could only hide in the transport aircraft.
Once the transport aircraft took off, this flying vehicle would become a secret room where outsiders couldn't get reinforcements. The enemy Robin had to deal with would become just him alone. Of course, by the same reason, Robin also had no reinforcements.
In Sportsmaster'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 kid, then I'll see just how much strength you have!'
(End of chapter)
