Black Watch

Li Bing sat cross-legged in a special cage, his injuries and blood had recovered.

After being voluntarily imprisoned by the Justice League, as a cooperative preferential treatment, no one has searched his belongings.

It was also because of this that Li Bing was able to recover his blood with the help of the Tianwu world resources in the storage space.

If only breath adjustment is used to restore Gang Qi, Qi and blood, in this world environment different from Tianwu Realm, even if Li Bing adjusts his breath until he dies of old age, he will not be able to restore one-tenth of his whole body's Qi and blood.

Unless Li Bing disregards ethics and morals and eats the most biological group on this planet.

Human beings themselves are also a polymer of qi and blood energy.

Practitioners who have succeeded in practicing cannibalism are called great demons in Li Bing's original world, Tianwu Realm.

That is one of the most frightening existences in the Hengsha small world.

As for how terrifying the big demon is?Li Bing really didn't want to think about it.

Qatar's injuries have recovered, and his broken tiger's jaw and slightly cracked N-metal sword have been repaired.

At the Justice League headquarters, the injured Qatar took the initiative to monitor Li Bing.

He is responsible for keeping Li Bing in this special cage to prevent Li Bing from escaping.

Even if Li Bing repeatedly stated that he would not escape.

Qatar also did not trust Li Bing.

"You don't look like you are in a cage." Qatar looked at Li Bing, "On the contrary, you feel more free than me."

"In comparison, I was more like a prisoner being held."

Li Bing's tranquil, peaceful, and leisurely appearance makes him look not like a super criminal who just killed more than 30 people, but like a monk who is practicing, without losing his true self due to external changes .

That is a state of mind that does not change because of the amount of strength.

Li Bing stopped adjusting his breath, "Perhaps, one day, you will also start to examine your inner cultivation."

"I don't have that much time. Fighting against evil and criminals takes up most of my life." Kata didn't expressly refuse, and when he faced Li Bing with hatred, he didn't have any respect for the super criminals in the past. Cold attitude.

"But now, you are very free, aren't you? Watching me, a prisoner, seems to be the only thing you can do now."

Qatar's hand holding the N metal sword tightened hard, and then slowly relaxed.

After exposing the past, the people in power on the earth can no longer tolerate him, and he clearly knows this.

Even if Cyborg deleted all the videos, data, and information about Tianqing.

Qatar also believes that information about him has been handed over to the highest authorities of various countries.

Ultra-long-distance military strikes launched from outer space are far greater threats to them than some aliens and clowns in strange clothes.

For the authorities, the weapons that can activate the sky can only be destroyed if they cannot be controlled, so as to ensure their safety.

In contrast, Shayela, the Hawk Maiden, is still performing missions outside, which worries Qatar.

"We are all in a cage, the only difference is the size of the cage." Li Bing stood up and stopped meditating.

"Killing so many people, what is your purpose?"

"Where are you from? Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry that I can't tell you these questions."

Qatar didn't say much, just stood there quietly, watching Li Bing's every move.

Li Bing closed his eyes, looking very calm, "When I was practicing in my hometown, I was similar to you, a righteous man who punished rape and eliminated evil."

"It can be seen, but if you kill someone, you are no different from a criminal."

"Killing is to protect life, beheading karma is not beheading people. A monk who kills one person can save ten or a hundred people. The merits and demerits are equal, so where is the crime?"

Qatar became a little angry, "You have no right to take another person's life, and you have no right to judge another person whether he is guilty or not!"

"No," Li Bing opened his eyes, his crystal-clear eyeballs slowly rippling, "The spiritual martial arts learned by the monk can allow the monk to see through the spirits of others, and it is in harmony with his mind in Buddhism."

"You can read minds? This cage can prevent mind readers, but this is not the reason why you can take the lives of others." Qatar returned to calm.

"On the outskirts of Gotham City, have you read my mind?"

"It wasn't the monk's intention, the thoughts of all living beings are clearly visible in the eyes of the monk, like textures."

"Mind readers are easily suspected, why did you tell me this?" Qatar was a little puzzled.

"My little monk never likes to lie unless forced to."

"You'd better tell the truth." Qatar said no more.

Mexico, Mexico City.

It is noon now, and Santos and the old men in the gang are guarding the gate of the drug purification factory.

What should life be like? The 19-year-old Totoria and his two children, who were born in the slums, are the backup members of the gang.

Education, medical care, social security, these things, the Mexican government can't give Santos' children, but it can help them.Santos' special training made him a respected gang fighter.

People more or less fear, envy, and admire Santos because he has the best and most dangerous job in this country.

Santos has also envied his peers in the next-door country. At the same age, they squandered their abundant and wealthy lives, while he can only stand on the edge of the cliff to maintain a complete family.

Santos likes to think. Without a complete education, it is difficult for him to know the complete answer, but he also understands the problems of poverty and the current situation.

Was it because of his origins in the Santos slum?Is it because of the advantages and disadvantages of race?Is it because people deserve it?

He'd asked the rest of the gang his age if they'd thought about it, and they'd just smiled, snorted a little comfort food, and had a nice evening with some chicks.

Yes, Santos doesn't like that life, he has a wife who loves him deeply, and two innocent children who need to be raised.

He made a deal with an American FBI, an opportunity to become a gang stronghold, and a promise to give up a greater share of drugs and profits in the future.

The bosses in the gang all do this, and Santos can have this opportunity thanks to his rising reputation among his peers and the popularity he has gathered.

Many people who yearn for status and wealth admire Santos. As an orphan, he struggled to build a family from scratch, and he can fairly judge the uneven distribution of spoils in the gang. This makes many people of the same age like to follow Santos. behind.

But what's the use?Thinking of his child's future life, Santos couldn't help touching the barrel of his automatic rifle.

He will definitely send his children out of this country for better education, medical care, and a better life.

This country full of drugs, violence, pornography is hopeless because of her powerful neighbor.

Santos noticed an Asian man near a drug factory.

He didn't raise his gun, "Hey! Get out of here! This is not where you should be!"

Santos' loud reminder did not make the Asian retreat. The tall and strong Asian was still slowly approaching.

One of the Mexican gangsters who was smoking opened his mouth and smiled, pulled out a machete from his waist, and walked towards the Asian man, while his companion raised his rifle and pointed it straight at the approaching Asian man.

Santos hesitated, he knew what the Mexican gang member was going to do, and he knew the man with the machete.

Callio, the gang's executioner who executes prostitutes who fail to complete their performance.

A pervert who loves torture and sadism.

If Santos stops Cario, the old people in the gang may be dissatisfied with him, which will be very detrimental to Santos' process of becoming a small leader in the future.

Santos didn't make a sound at the end, he could only watch as Cario held a scimitar and rushed towards the Asian who was still slowly approaching before he had time to escape.

What happens next is yet another part of the Mexican horror gangster story.

But why, Cario turned suddenly, shouting for them, the watchers, to shoot?

After careful observation, the closer he got to the Asians, Santos knew why Kario would run away.

A strange, disgusting sense of fear eroded Santos's sanity.

Dense eyeballs, surrounded by tentacles, appeared on the face of the Asian man, and even the distorted eyeballs that challenged the human optic nerve could be seen on the arms and neck.

That "person" is getting closer.