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"The pistol fired 128 times at you, the dagger killed 42 times at you, the grenade 13 times at grenades, and the machine gun fired more than 30 times at a night. Is it true that human women's understanding of love is to kill the person they love?!"

Sitting up from the bed, the figure of Halin Quizel beside him had long disappeared. From the road last night to the return to Gotham City again, the faith of the whole journey was really amazing. Peter smiled and covered his face and shook his head.

"Don't talk to me about love. My views on love are a bit distorted now!"

Halin Quizel is fascinated by herself only because of her mysteriousness, but her hatred for herself is a bit profound. If the other party can really kill her, Halin Quizel will definitely dismantle herself, and even place it at home as an exhibition. It feels creepy when I think about it, but I don’t understand this emotion, let alone why Halin Quizel hates herself so much.

"Humans are really a creature that makes me unable to analyze with data. To be honest, Peter, I am really glad that robots have no gender now!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense today??"

I walked out of bed and pulled up the curtains. The sun was not so dazzling. Maybe it was because of the environment in Gotham City that the whole city gave people a lifeless feeling. Listening to Ultron's words, I looked at the time and it was already three o'clock. I and Harlem Quizel had to work for eighteen hours. This woman was simply a time bomb.

"I found a clue, but I'm not sure if this clue can help us!"

"Speak."

Ultron's explanation gave Peter some energy. He cleaned his teeth and stretched his teeth and looked at his strong eight-pack abs in the glass. He seemed to have never admired his body before. Now he looked so handsome. He shook his neck and crackled, and walked to the living room. A mechanical spider was summoned from his feet. The projection image appeared in front of Peter.

"When the Mad Attack was broken down a hundred years ago, he seemed to have an item in his hand. What do you think this thing looks like!?"

The picture is an oil painting, which records the war between the magicians and the mad attacks together a hundred years ago. This war is a war to decompose the mad attacks. The dilapidated oil painting has been repaired by Ultron again with network technology. The black flame in his hand has a red luster and cannot be seen clearly. It is just that the oil painting itself is magic, and the outline of a skull appears.

"Pandora's Magic Box!"

I have seen the things myself, and although they are also pictures, Peter will never admit his mistake. The thing in front of him must be Pandora's box.

"How is this thing in his hands?"

Incomprehensible doubt, Peter did not think that Mad Attack had any intention of requiring magic. Moreover, judging from the Mad Attack memory he obtained this time, he had never used any energy in this world. At best, he controlled a group of magicians and ordinary humans to start a world war.

"I recruited more than a dozen detectives to find a way to crack this oil painting. I used network repair technology and a lot of money to repair it. Someone reconnected the oil painting with magic last night, and then saw the picture, which seemed to be cursed, and then the detective who repaired the oil painting this morning lost contact."

Ultron's answer made Peter even more confused. Unexpectedly, there was another strength involved in it, and it was obviously not Zatanna and others.

"Someone is blocking the news?!"

"The enemy may not know our identity, but I think they should also want to get Pandora's magic box!"

"The Seven Deadly Sins have been released. Even the true body has been destroyed by me and Black Adam in the Eternal Fortress. They will walk unscrupulously on the earth. If the other party wants to reseal Pandora's magic box... No, I think that detective should be dead. The other party's purpose of getting the magic box will definitely not be to reseal the Seven Deadly Sins!"

After careful analysis and conclusion, Peter laughed again. The interesting thing seemed to have found another glimmer of hope. No matter how you can go home or not, it seems that the key is to get Pandora's magic box first. I found a whole set of clean shirts and pants around. I think Harlem Quezel left behind. I carefully checked and found that the subtle silk thread was connected and placed. A tnt with a total of four kilograms was tightly connected to the shirt. The energy shield of the wire was pulled off and the whole villa was instantly swallowed by flames.

"Peter seems you meet your colleagues again this time!"

“Walk together?!”

"A bastard plus a big bad guy in level three."

“…”

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"what's on your mind?!"

At the end of the West Coast not far from the metropolis, the building called the Watchtower is being built in an orderly manner. In fact, there are only four participants in the construction, Cyborg, Batman, Flash, and Green Lantern. Of course, Superman should be counted in it. However, this person needs to build the Watchtower Space Station with Wonder Woman in the sky, which is even more complicated and complicated.

"I'm just curious how many more such a crisis will occur!"

Facing Superman's inquiry, Batman answered, the turbulent demon-like invasion in the metropolis was obviously done on purpose by someone. The roaring words of the captured Steppenwolf gave Batman another assumption, if the battle itself was to test the combat resistance on the earth, Steppenwolf was not the leader of the Demonic. They came from a planet called Apocalypse, and Darkside, known as the God of Darkness, was their real master.

"I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to face all difficulties!"

Superman is idealistic. This person is good at everything but is too kind-hearted. He always thinks that others are good people and even bad guys have the possibility of repentance. But Batman knows very well how hopeless the dirty human beings are. However, Superman is also good at being naive. Such a person is always much better than a person with a dark mentality like himself.

"But you should solve this problem first now!"

As he spoke, Batman took out a krypton crystal from his belt. Superman felt weak instantly. A stream of radiation-like substance made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"What's in your hand!?"

Superman retreated ten meters before he could barely recover. He looked at Batman with a frown and questioned. Batman put the krypton crystal in the box and threw it to Superman and explained to him.

"Krypton crystal is the name on the black market. I accidentally discovered it. This thing helped the US military cut the Kryptonian body. Now it seems that the effect on you is also very significant!"

“It’s very deadly to me!”

With just a look, Superman realized the problem. The threat of Krypton crystal to him was simply unparalleled. Batman walked to the console and turned on the screen, typing on the keyboard and said

"This is the Krypton crystal storage point I know. You'd better kill them all now and let Green Lantern and Flash help you solve the problem. I don't want to see you take off all of us in the future."
Chapter completed!