Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1565

Not long after the Bat Squad started moving, two Chinook helicopters flew over from the southeast.

In the first helicopter, Flegg said solemnly, “We’re about to reach Grand Rapids. I’ll give you one last reminder.”

He paused for a moment and looked around at the people who wore varying expressions but didn’t say anything. He then continued, “Firstly, don’t try to run, or your heads will explode like watermelons. Secondly, unless I say so, do not engage with the Bat Squad. Do not provoke any of them.”

Their expressions immediately changed.

A brawny Native American middle-aged man spat, “Are you kidding me? You want us to run the mission with them? Is that necessary?”

The face of another white man turned blue. “Are you f*cking messing with us? Batman is dead, but Black Cat is still here.”

On the side, a brawny African-American man asked, “Who’s here?”

Flegg didn’t even bother to look at the first two men. He nodded approvingly at the black man. “Smart. At least you’re not like those two idiots who got scared without even asking for names.”

The two who spoke first immediately looked embarrassed, but they couldn’t argue with that. Flegg said, “Dark Knight, Black Cat, Big Dipper, Iron Cage King, Lady Deathstrike and Hammersmith are the only six people here.”

Gulp!

The black man swallowed. “Iron Cage King? Lady Deathstrike?”

The white man, however, took note of the first name. “Dark Knight? Isn’t Batman dead?”

Flegg sneered. “The Dark Knight isn’t Batman.”

The white man relaxed.

In the end, Flegg continued, “But many people call him Batman’s successor.”

The white man sneered. “Who doesn’t know how to brag?”

Flegg nodded and said, “Then let me tell you something else. A lot of Batman fans call him ‘the strongest cosplayer’ – that means he’s the strongest person to cosplay Batman.”

The white man felt his mouth go dry, but he didn’t want to show weakness. “What? You think you’re Batman just because you wear a black mask and a black cape? Hmph, let me tell you, even if Batman comes back to life and stands right in front of me, I won’t be afraid!”

Flegg had a strange expression on his face as his mouth worked, before he finally gave a thumbs up. “You have guts. Oh, I think I heard a rumor that Batman and Black Cat will find whoever talks about them behind their backs – especially those who do too many bad things. I have faith in you, George.”

The face of the man named George changed, but he didn’t dare say anything. The others also had strange expressions, but they all shut up.

Although they hadn’t been locked up with regular criminals, they had heard about Batman and Black Cat’s “glorious achievements” from the prison guards and some of the criminals who came in later.

Few people would dare pat their chests and say that they weren’t afraid of this superhero duo who could cripple anyone.

Even George was tight-lipped as he thought, “Stay as far away as possible later and don’t say anything.”

As for what he said just now? Hehe, did he say anything? It was all lies.

Flegg was very satisfied.

He wasn’t Amanda, and didn’t hate superheroes like Batman.

Their hard work during the Battle of New York alone had earned his respect.

Checks and balances or precautionary measures had nothing to do with a soldier like him.

As long as those superheroes didn’t turn into supervillains, they could do whatever they wanted.

Violate the law? Hehe, what he himself did for Amanda wasn’t by the law, but because he was loyal to the country.

He didn’t feel guilty at all about using the Bat Squad to intimidate these guys.

These men he was using all deserved to die. It was just that Amanda wanted a superpower team similar to the Bat Squad, which was why she recruited these damn scumbags.

In other words, Flegg’s heart wouldn’t ache if any of them died.

Asd he was thinking that, the pilot up front reminded him, “Commander, we’ll be landing in a minute. Please get ready.”

Flegg: “Copy that. Everybody, get ready to land.”

Luke was on a killing spree with the firepower support unit when Alfred sent a message. “Someone from the government has arrived.”

He looked at the image and locked onto Flegg. He was very familiar with this person.

There were two people behind Flegg who looked familiar. Luke glanced at the information which Alfred had given him and roughly understood what was going on.

Thinking quickly, he said casually, “Ignore them. We’ll do our own thing.”

He was now performing a highly intense dual mode operation.

The android controlled by the Level 2 clone had already reached the subway tunnel 100 meters from the station. It was trying its best to advance stealthily, and had no time to bother with the government troops.

In any case, Flegg shouldn’t die… right?

Inside the station, a woman’s voice rang out. “Little brother, our enemy is here. We have to kill that Bat guy.”

A tall but thin figure strode out. “I’ve only recovered half of my strength. When will your weapon be ready?”

The woman said, “Regular puppets are useless against them. Devour these people. You should still be able to replenish some of your strength.”

The tall figure’s eyes glowed red as he looked at the close to 1,000 people in one corner of the hall, and chuckled. “It’s time to show these lowly slaves my true strength.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, and his thin arms turned into sharp tentacles to stab at the people in the corner.

Suddenly, loud music rang out from the subway tunnel.

Amidst the heavy and distant sound of bells, a man chanted, “The supreme edict, supreme lonely souls, all ghosts and charms, four lives with grace…”

The tall figure paused and suddenly turned to look at the subway tunnel. At the same time, the woman said, “This voice… Ah, it’s that guy! It’s the guy who injured me last time. Be careful, he has a mental attack that can hurt us.”

The tall figure was surprised. He waved his hands, and the tentacles turned and lunged at the subway tunnel.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and the tall figure was stunned. “Huh? You want to run?”

As he spoke, he jumped into the subway tunnel.

The woman shrieked, “Don’t be careless. That guy is very cunning.”

But it was too late.

Intense explosions rang out in the subway tunnel; it sounded like two giant beasts fighting inside. Less than a minute later, everything quieted down.

The woman screamed again. “Little brother? All of you, hurry up and save him… Huh?”

A tall figure walked out of the subway tunnel with a broken body in his hand. He looked skeptically in the direction of the woman’s voice. “Is this what you mean by very strong? Also, it doesn’t seem human.”

The woman: “…”

Then, the woman noticed something unusual. “No, this is just a machine. A machine can’t launch a mental attack! It’s fake.”