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Chapter 229, Section 126: The Savior of Villains

Chapter 229, Section 126: The Savior of Villains

He had seen this thing before the timeline changed.

No, no, no, no, it's more than just seeing it; it left an indelible and profound impression on me.

The constantly wriggling, bluish-gray tumor emitted a faint, fishy odor.

He was convinced it was the same thing as the giant tumor hidden at the top of the Tower of Venn, which the Owl Court had ground into powder and added to drugs.

Despite the shift in the timeline, it appeared in an unexpected corner as if completely unaffected.

Why is this thing here?

In an instant, Wei guessed what was going on.

If the Eye of the Moon is the means by which the evil god worshipped by the court monitors the entire world, then the tumor may be the medium through which it influences and controls the world.

I need to tell Clark about this.

Now that they have Superman, a powerhouse at his peak, the side of justice has the means to challenge this mysterious evil god.

Of course, now is not the time to think about that. The most urgent task is to unlock the joint lock as soon as possible.

Wei licked his lips and pulled the thumb-thick wire out of the tumor.

Sparks crackled from the wet plug.

Large American household appliances use 240V. He felt he had to say something before he got electrocuted and started smoking, otherwise he might not have another chance.

"Uh... Thunder God helping me? Forget it, that's too silly."

He silently counted to three and then grabbed the power socket.

Amidst the violent tremors, Wei's eyes rolled back in his head from the electric shock, the current traveling through his wet skin and clothing to the mechanical joint lock.

Instantly, the joint lock sounded an alarm and initiated a forced locking procedure.

In fact, if the police officers had arrived at full speed at this point, they might have been able to thwart his plan. However, the two men in the monitoring room were already lying lifeless on the table, with thick blood dripping onto the floor from the corner of the table.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Victor's mutterings echoed in the dimly lit corridors of the police station in the early hours of the morning.

After forcing him to reveal the location of the detention cell, he gently placed the female police officer on duty in his arms on the ground.

The light in the policewoman's eyes gradually dimmed. She wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, blood bubbles gushed from the wound on her throat.

The anomaly created by Victor in the detention room triggered the alarm, and the police who rushed to provide backup encountered Victor covered in blood.

The officer drew his gun and fired, the laser striking Victor's nanoarmor and causing it to glow red.

"I enjoy dealing with the police!!!"

Victor laughed maniacally, leaping and bounding through the corridor like a black lightning bolt, landing in front of the policeman in the blink of an eye.

"To inflict effective damage, you never aim for the head!"

He pulled the high-frequency dagger from the officer's shattered Adam's apple, spraying blood all over the man's thin back, while behind him lay a jumble of corpses.

Victor continued deeper and finally found the guard cell at the end of the corridor.

He inserted the dagger into the gap and used the high-frequency vibration to cut open several locks, revealing a darkness in front of him.

The entire detention cell tripped due to an electrical leak, and apart from the dripping sound of the toilet pipe, no other sound could be heard in the room.

Victor had imagined many scenarios: a target angrily attacking him, a target kneeling on the ground begging for his life, or even a target who had resigned himself to his fate and remained silent.

But the situation before him seemed to be beyond his expectations.

This place seems to be fraught with danger!

Victor licked his lips and walked into the darkness with great interest.

boom!

A muffled thud came from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a weary-looking Will dragged a blood-covered Victor out of the darkness.

Having been electrocuted, he was in terrible shape, but how could a bat that had endured the double baptism of Deathstroke and Claws be defeated by a mere mortal?

Moreover, darkness is his domain.

"It's you—it's you!!"

Victor lifted his swollen eyelids, and upon catching a glimpse of Wei's back, the self-important man revealed a look of astonishment for the first time.

During his years incarcerated at Blackgate Prison, the two luckiest things that happened to him were becoming cellmates with James Gordon.

Victor is a ruthless mob cleaner, but the guy he admires most in Gotham is Gordon, who gave him a piece of bread when he first arrived in Gotham and was desperate.

Although this incident indirectly led to the deaths of many people, who can blame Gordon?

In order to gain Gordon's friendship, he lied to him, claiming that he had been falsely imprisoned.

Anyway, Gordon, like him, won't live much longer in this prison.

In despair, Victor considered ending his life with a belt, but Gordon broke his arm and saved him (echoing Chapter 83).

This incident, like the bread incident years ago, saved Victor once again.

Then, he actually encountered a second stroke of good luck.

The Knights of Judgment have come to break into the prison.

The figure in his memory overlapped with the back of the person in front of him, and Victor's eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Wait, please wait a moment—if there's anything I can do to help you, I'll do it!" The arrogant and eccentric Victor actually said such a thing.

Wei, of course, didn't believe the other party's nonsense. These professional assassins were extremely tight-lipped. If they said something like that, it was either because they wanted to buy time and wait for reinforcements, or they had something bad on their minds.

"Ha! I'd like to know who your boss is. Can you tell me?"

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Derek Powers!

'

How fast does Victor speak? So fast that Victor wondered if the guy had made up a name on the spot.

He is the financial advisor to the Rothschild family and the president of the North Gate branch of the Jewish Consortium!

'

Seemingly afraid of arousing suspicion, Victor immediately filled in the missing information.

Of course, Victor had heard of the four famous Jewish families. If he wanted to fabricate such a convincing lie, he would have to understand the true nature of the court as well as he did—an evil god-worshipping organization founded by a group of rich and idle Jews in pursuit of immortality.

But the other party, being just a mere little Karami, obviously wouldn't know that much, so there's only one truth.

He was telling the truth.

That's when things get interesting.

Why are you telling me all this?

"You are the Knight of Judgment, I recognize you, your back view is really too unique -- as for why I helped you, of course it's because you saved me, you released us from prison!"

"You may not believe it, but the Knights of Judgment have extremely high prestige among wicked people like me."

"Gang godfather Matchstick Marlon is the Knight of Judgment. He led his gang and villains in a fierce battle against the corrupt police in Gotham on a snowy night. This was a remarkable feat!"

"You've even recruited James Gordon, the embodiment of justice!"

Victor was completely like a little fanboy. In fact, it wasn't just him; now, if Victor were to return to Gotham, just standing there in his bat costume would be enough to make all the villains bow down.

After all, apart from a few born evil people, the wicked were once oppressed and enslaved people.

The man who instigated the riots may not be considered a GM, but he is enough to make him a savior.

The savior of evil people.