Rubik’s Cube Heavens

Peng!

"Tell me who it is!"

"Bah! Are you not full?!"

Peng! Peng!

"Say! Who is it!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

The **** sports injury was added to the injury, and after coughing a few mouthfuls, he let out a 'Bah' again.

He bared his **** teeth jokingly and provocatively: "Think about it with your bat brain, if I can betray my employer, can I still be hired this time?"

"You will!"

Bruce Wayne's eyes were cold, and he punched the **** movement again.

He still has some guilt towards Clark, so it is inevitable that he is a little too aggressive.

Not far away, Barry Allen and Victor had already moved to Cowen's side.

Seeing Bruce Wayne's violent behavior, Barry Allen shrank his neck in fear and commented: "No wonder those criminals are afraid of Batman."

"Yeah." Ke Wen nodded in agreement: "Darkness! It's too dark!"

Barry Allen seemed to have found a bosom friend, and immediately raised his hand and fisted Ke Wen.

Ke Wen happily clenched his fists and touched Little Lightning.

After a while, Bruce Wayne still failed to interrogate anything. The tone of the blood movement was too tight. I don't know what kind of persistence he has, but he just didn't say anything.

Cowen stepped forward immediately, and he patted Bruce Wayne's shoulder from behind: "Let me do it."

Bruce Wayne hesitated, then gasped heavily and stepped out of the way.

Ke Wen squatted in front of the **** movement with a smile.

He sized up the tough guy mercenary whose consciousness was already drifting, and then asked with a smile: "Heimdall, are you really not going to confess? You know, the guy behind me is your natural enemy."

"Ah…"

Bloodsport opened his swollen eyelids, and he continued to say with a firm mouth and disdain: "The natural enemy of criminals? That's because I didn't receive the employment mission to kill him."

"No, no, no." Ke Wen waved his index finger: "In other places, this guy's peer almost wiped out your roots in Asgard."

"Crazy." Bloodsport glanced at Ke Wen: "Who are you?"

"Someone who can tell you the truth."

Ke Wen responded with a smile, and at the same time, he stretched out his fingertips and tapped the **** movement's chest lightly.

The fingertips instantly lit up with a golden light, and quickly disappeared.

But Bloodsport was stunned.

He looked down at his chest, felt the situation inside his body again, and then couldn't help asking in surprise: "You have super powers of healing? Why? After you cure me, can you continue to torture me? "

With a look of disdain, the Bloody Movement snorted and said, "How long do you think I can last?"

"You're wrong again."

Ke Wen still had a smiling expression on his face.

He waved to the ruins of the buildings in the distance, and said at the same time: "The treatment of you is entirely out of humanitarianism, and it is also to make you more awake and see the next scene more clearly."

"Don't bother."

Bloodsport twisted his body to make himself lie in a comfortable position: "I'm not even afraid of death, not to mention that you so-called superheroes are also like Madonna **** who only know how to engage in legal trials. It's just a torture for you."

"It is indeed torture." Ke Wen nodded approvingly: "But you should know that physical torture and mental shock are not at the same level at all."

"It doesn't matter."

The blood movement scoffed: "Would a sane person be a mercenary and kill people for a living?"

"Really?" Ke Wen smiled evilly: "Heimdall, let us wait and see."

"If you have any means, just come!" Bloody Movement simply closed his eyes.

Ke Wen stopped talking, just smiled narrowly there.

Bruce Wayne and the others didn't know what kind of plan Cowen had, so they chose to watch quietly.

The scene fell silent for a moment, only the distant sea water was buzzing.

After some time, Bruce Wayne and the others turned their heads to look around at the same time, while Blood Movement frowned slightly, and made a gesture of listening.

Soon, Barry Allen's exclamation sounded: "God! What is that?! Why are there so many?! Are they going to eat us?!"

"Cowen?" Bruce Wayne's tone also changed: "Did you do it?"

"Yes." Ke Wen admitted with a smile: "Don't worry, I recruited it, so you just continue watching the show."

Hearing this, Bloodsport immediately opened his eyes.

He didn't want to scare himself with the unknown, so he chose to see what was going on first, so as to prepare himself for the torture to come.

However, when he followed those voices and looked up, his whole body suddenly jerked violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Tong Kong was so frightened that he shrunk to the tip of a needle. Looking at the tide of rats rolling in like a sea wave, his body suddenly overreacted and trembled.

"Hehehehe..."

Ke Wen's sneer like a big villain sounded: "Heimdall? How is it now?"

Bloodsport immediately looked at Ke Wen with his eyes wide open. He was so excited that he wanted to say something, but he refused to admit defeat, so he could only gasp in embarrassment.

It didn't take long for the tide of rats to come close.

The squeaking sounds were continuous, and the noisy people were a little upset.

Bruce Wayne stood there holding his posture and didn't move, while Barry Allen had already jumped on Victor's back, no matter what Victor said to drive him away, he just refused to land.

As for blood sports?

At this time, he was already so frightened that the child's hole began to spread, and the violent heartbeat sounded like a drum, and even his black skin began to develop into a dark purple.

"Quiet."

Ke Wen suddenly gave an order.

In an instant, all the mice stopped and stopped screaming, causing the surrounding environment to suddenly fall into silence.

Ke Wen waved his hand in satisfaction, directing a mouse that was about the size of his forearm to crawl over quickly.

He pointed to the ground next to Bloody Sports again, and the mouse immediately crawled there, sat upright and waited for the next order.

"Heimdall, then, let's talk." Ke Wen watched the **** movement with a smile: "Or, you can choose to continue to be stubborn."

"fuck..."

The **** movement, who was tense and stiff, cursed, his voice was also extremely stiff, and he was also extremely guilty.

He stared at the big mouse not far from his head, and asked with trembling lips: "How do you know?! I've never told anyone!"

"Rat?" Barry Allen couldn't help interjecting not far away: "He actually has a phobia of rats?"

"Get off me and say that again!" Victor drove away again helplessly.

And Barry Allen sneered, and then he raised his legs a little higher, wrapping around Victor's waist tightly.

Cowen ignored Barry Allen's joke behind him.

He watched the panicked **** movement and laughed: "I'll give you one last chance to confess everything, otherwise I'll let these dirty and disgusting little things get intimate with you, no, sweetly touch you."

"Are you a devil?!" The **** movement trembled a little slurred: "If you are a man, use violence to torture me! What are these disgusting things!!"

"Tsk tsk, what a pity."

Ke Wen shook his head and sighed: "Heimdall, you answered wrong."

After the words fell, Ke Wen immediately waved his fingers lightly.

Squeak.

As if the big mouse had received the order, it landed on its four paws again, while bobbing its nose and shaking its beard, it tentatively crawled towards the head of the **** movement step by step.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck!!"

Bloodsport screams and curses: "fuckyou!! Let it go, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

Ke Wen was beaming with joy.

He waved his finger to let the mouse leave the **** body first, and asked again: "Can we talk now? Heimdall, we must cherish this opportunity, next time, there will be more than one."

"fuck—fuckyou!!" Bloody Sports was sweating profusely and panting violently: "I remember you! Bastard, I remember you, did you hear me?!"

"Yeah!" Ke Wen nodded again and again: "Dude, you gave the wrong answer again."

After the words fell, Ke Wen waved his hand again.

This time, the entire wave of rats launched their actions at the same time, rushing towards the **** movement densely, even stacked up and down.

"Ah—stop! Stop!!" Bloody Movement broke down and shouted: "Stop! I say!!"

Ke Wen raised his hand, causing the rat wave to stop again.

The blood movement gasped in fear, and then hurriedly yelled at Ke Wen: "Bastard! I will kill you if I have the chance!!"

Ke Wen didn't care, he asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

"Don't talk nonsense with me!" The **** movement continued to roar.

"uh-huh?"

Cowen made a threatening nasal sound, and raised his hand as if to drop his arm again.

"Robert!" The Blood Movement almost screamed in submission: "Is Robert Dubois okay?! Don't tell me you don't know! And I don't know what you want to know!"

Hearing this, Ke Wen immediately waved again without any reason.

swipe swipe—

The tide of rats surged up again, and approached the two-meter range of the **** movement.

This caused the blood movement to collapse again and screamed: "Stop—shit! What do you want to know! Ask! Ask me!"

Ke Wen raised his hand to stop the rat tide: "Where did your nano-equipment come from?"

"Equipment?! What the **** are you asking about?!"

The **** movement was stunned, shouldn't it be about attacking Superman?

Then he hesitated~www.NovelMTL.com~ But after seeing Ke Wen's tendency to raise his hand again, he quickly replied loudly: "Brotherhood! Brotherhood of Assassins!"

"Assassin Brotherhood?" Ke Wen was surprised: "Black old man Sloan?"

"Not the traitor!" The Blood Movement explained honestly: "His branch is gone long ago! He is also dead long ago!"

"No?" Ke Wen tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Brotherhood? Temple? Fragment of Yindian?"

Bloodsport was stunned again: "You know?"

"interesting."

Ke Wen let out a laugh, he didn't expect that "Assassin's Creed" was also mixed in this world.

Everything is false, and everything is allowed, even he fell for this line at the beginning...