[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

It seemed that the heavy blow just now knocked him into a daze. The strong man's eyes were blank, and he just looked at Freya subconsciously.

She let go of her hand, and the heavy head fell back to the ground.

"Don't look at me like that. Before this, how many people have you spoiled?" Freya's foot moved from his hand to her throat, "Play first, then kill, you do this, But have you never heard the cries of those departed souls in the middle of the night?"

The strong man was trembling all over, and his throat was gurgling.

Freya gave him a final cold look and broke his neck bone mercilessly.

"You will live," she said, "but you will not be able to move, you will not be able to speak, and you will spend the rest of your life repenting of the crimes you have committed."

She dropped this sentence and walked outside.

A dozen steps away, at the place where she and Clark were separated, only a tall man was left lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had passed out.And the little reporter disappeared.

Freya was a little worried because she didn't find any trace of him nearby.She didn't know anything about Clark's superpowers, and these gangsters were all armed with guns and other weapons, so it was hard to say whether they would hurt him.

But time waits for no one, she must rush to the banquet hall as soon as possible to rescue the rest of the people.

Everything would be so much easier if Luther wasn't there.It is no small challenge for any Chaoying to save people without making Luthor sit in doubt.At this moment, Freya's original thoughts couldn't help but start to waver—maybe this was Luther's scheme, maybe Luther really cooperated with this play for his own ambition?

She didn't think about it any further, and decided not to delve into it now.

The coverage area of ​​the cameras in the theater was not as wide as previously thought. Freya let go of her attention to perceive the slight noise of the cameras running, and quickly found a safe route for herself.She climbed up to the second floor from the gap in the surveillance range along the lines of the wall.There was no one in the theater near midnight. On the left hand side of the second floor, she saw the aisle leading to the dressing room. Freya apologized from the bottom of her heart, took out a few pebbles from the potted plants on the side of the aisle, raised her hand quickly Throwing one, smashed the camera in the hallway.

She walked down the aisle into the dressing room, then walked around the cloakroom to the auditorium.

The temporary banquet hall chosen by Luther was originally a VIP theater for performing small plays. The seats extend diagonally from the second floor, like a castle in the air.From three angles, you can clearly see everything performed on the open space in the middle of the first floor.Freya entered through the corner door of the auditorium, and carefully walked forward in the spacious seat. She walked to the front row, propped her hands on the wall, and looked down with her head slightly exposed.At a distance of less than ten meters from the ground, everyone's faces could be seen clearly without any effort. Freya glanced once, and then checked more slowly, only then did she confirm that there was one less person squatting.

She did not see Diana.

Reminiscent of the evil/lewd eyes of the strong man just now, she silently prayed in her heart that nothing would happen to her new friend.

The gangsters with guns stood scattered around the crowd, but two of them got together.One man wears dark glasses, the other has a red beard.Freya listened, as they debated whether to take the next step.The tall man's delay in returning was interpreted by the red beard as either absconded or subdued by external forces.They bolted the door of the banquet hall from the inside, not going out to throw themselves into the trap, but wanting to get the job done as quickly as possible.The man in sunglasses disagreed at first, but was soon persuaded.He made a final confirmation of the tall gangster's absence on the walkie-talkie, then nodded.The red beard gestured to the others, and walked towards Luther by himself.He grabbed Luther by the collar and forced the latter to stand up. Two people came up to carry out a search. Soon, one of them took out a square object from Luther's suit pocket.

Freya narrowed her eyes and concentrated.The shape of that thing is like a car key, but it is also a bit like a storage device. A few lines of characters flash on the small display screen from time to time.

After Redbeard got it, he took out a mung bean-sized device that was still flashing red from his pocket and pressed it.

"This is not good." Freya muttered to herself, turning her gaze to Bruce and Oliver who were squatting together.

They almost felt something strange on their front and rear feet, and each glanced upstairs in a subtle way.

Freya gestured.

She tightly wrapped the white cloak she just picked up from the cloakroom, and wanted to stand up and jump off the next moment, but the sound of glass breaking interrupted her.

I saw a lead-gray battle armor break through the window at a very high speed. After entering, it raised its two arms and fired dazzling light cannons.It was followed by a golden-red armor with a shiny chest, as if some more powerful move was brewing.

In an instant, several gangsters in the field fell to the ground under the intensive attack.The remaining part quickly took out a strangely shaped object from his pocket, pressed the button, and extended a faint blue round protective shield from it, blocking the next wave of attacks.

Freya didn't recognize the gray armor, but she had seen the red-gold armor fly overhead in New York.

"Heartbreaker," they called it, a strong, powerful name.

Under the cover of artillery fire, Stark walked into the heartbreaker, and the armor became agile as if it had been injected with life, and began to attack in the gap between the blue shields.People ran away in panic, and some of them were almost hit by the stray bullets that the gangsters fired indiscriminately while aiming at Iron Man. On the enemy's blue shield.

They lasted only a few seconds before they were completely shattered, exposing the gangsters who had no power to resist behind them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the red-bearded man threw an electronic bomb/bomb into the field, then took out his flying claws and quickly climbed up to the second floor to escape.

Freya immediately prepared to catch up.

Iron Man froze for a few seconds under the impact of the special electronic bomb/bomb, but he quickly regained his freedom of movement.

At this moment, something strange happened.

The bandits who had already been knocked down began to make strange low growls one after another. Their swollen bodies tore apart their clothes, their hard hair kept growing, and their sharp claws and saliva-dipping canines ripped through their flesh.They, no, they are already them now, these half-human, half-beast creatures climbed up from the ground, some stared at Iron Man wandering in the mid-air, and more set their hungry/thirsty eyes on screaming The fleeing crowd had green lights in their eyes, and roars rolling in their throats, eager to try.

"Are you kidding me!" Iron Man yelled in disbelief, "Is this a werewolf? Today isn't April Fool's Day!"

He knocked a werewolf into the air with a palm cannon, but this attack didn't leave much marks on the opponent's body, only slightly burned its hair.The werewolf let out an irritated howl, took a few steps back and jumped high into the air, almost reaching Iron Man's leg.

He had no fear of his life, but was dragged.

The lead gray battle armor is extremely fast, and has already moved most ordinary people out of the theater.

Freya didn't hesitate anymore, she turned her head and chased in the corridor on the second floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Oliver was running to the stairs behind the curtain, and Bruce had already climbed up to the second floor at some point.T'Challa helped the gray armor transfer the slightly injured person in the chaos. He moved quickly, which showed that the prince was also well-trained.

Freya's speed was very fast, almost as soon as the red-bearded man ran into the corridor, she chased after him.From this angle, she could clearly see the whole process of the man in front of him mutating. In less than ten seconds, a normal human became a half-human, half-wolf creature.

She raised her right hand and was about to shoot a pebble, when suddenly, the red beard took something out of her pocket and dropped it on the ground.

There was a soft "tick", followed by a sharp sonic boom that hit like a huge wave.

Freya's head buzzed, and a glass flower appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but stop.

Sharp pain exploded in her head.

Freya focused on her eyes and covered her ears with one hand.

When she finally discerned the direction of the sonic device through tears and smashed it, the red beard had already rounded the corner.The sound waves did a lot of damage to her eardrums. Freya stood still and shook her head, waiting for a burst of painful dizziness to pass, confirming that her hearing was slowly recovering, and then followed.

Bruce came running through a small door, seemingly taking a short cut.He looked at Freya with red eyes with concern, and kept walking.

"He got something, we can't let him go." Freya said, and threw two more stones from her hand, smashing the remaining monitors.

Getting closer, getting closer, Freya saw the back of the man at the end of the corridor, and he seemed to be about to run into the last room and jump out of the window to escape.Below that room was the street that was still full of traffic in the middle of the night, if he really let him run into the crowd, it would be even more difficult to get his things back.

Freya gritted her teeth, ready to take extraordinary measures.

At this moment, Diana and Clark suddenly rushed out from a side room at the end of the corridor.

Freya didn't have time to think about why these two people were together, she just shouted——

"catch him!"

The red beard wanted to run straight to find a way out, but was tripped by Diana's leg lifting without thinking.He rolled around on the ground and turned around with a small gun in his furry hand.He pressed a button, and the gun quickly reassembled, turning into a blue machine gun in an instant, with strange patterns floating on it.

Before he could stand up, Freya entered the room and guarded the window as a retreat.

......

When Oliver arrived, he saw this confrontation scene. Freya was standing by the window, Diana and Clark were in the room, and Bruce was near the door. They were surrounded by the red beard who was already out of shape.

If he's surprised by the combination, he doesn't show it, he just hesitates and steps over to Bruce.

The frequency of the beating red dots on Fangzheng's memory became higher. The red-bearded man looked at the thing he took from Luthor and smiled grimly.

Freya suddenly had an ominous premonition, and she took a step forward.

The gangster pulled the trigger at her, flames gushed out from the modified gun, the beating of the red dot of the storage tank stopped, and immediately there was an ominous "click"——

Everything is happening almost simultaneously.

Bruce, who was closest to the door, threw Oliver to the ground in an instant, but the latter seemed to be about to do the same. As a result, they rolled into a ball, but two darts with different shapes still flew out at precise angles .

Clark appeared next to Redbeard, he frowned, and pressed the storage device tightly in his hands.

Diana took out a golden rope from nowhere, as if trying to pull Freya to her side, but the latter just staggered.

......

A cloud of bullets swept by like a torrential rain.

A loud bang sounded muffled from the palm of the little reporter.

The red-bearded gangster lay on the ground with a tranquilizer dart tied around his neck, and the barrel in his hand was cut in half by a sharp batarang.

Clark let go, and the bomb/bomb that could flatten the entire theater was left with fly ash, which fell from his palm.

Diana's golden rope was like a flexible snake, tightly wrapped around Freya's waist.

The bullets glowing with blue light kept falling from Freya's body onto the marble floor, making tiny but deafening noises at this moment.

Ding, ding, ding.

Bruce and Olive let go of each other and stood up.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

"So, shall we talk about this?"

It may have been as long as a lifetime, Freya said numbly.

The last few flattened bullets fell from her neck.