Chapter 415 Interstellar Laboratory (please order the full version!)

"If you are free now, I hope you can come with me."

Bruce said directly without any hesitation.

"Can!"

Although this was not in his plan, Russell didn't mind following Bruce there.

If nothing else, the half-human, half-machine Cyborg was completely worth his trip.

What's more, there is a high probability that the human mother box is also in the interstellar laboratory.

In this case, it’s okay to change your plans and take a trip.

"Okay, then do you want to come to me first, or go directly to the Interstellar Laboratory?"

Bruce continued to ask.

"I'll go directly to the Interstellar Laboratory and wait for you."

"good!"

After putting down the phone, Russell did not hesitate and used the magic teleportation to leave the hotel.

The next second, he was teleported to a dark alley not far from the hotel.

Although he agreed to go to the Interstellar Laboratory with Bruce, it did not mean that he would completely give up his original plan.

Even if Bruce flies the Batplane from Wayne Manor, it will take at least several minutes.

If you are driving the Batmobile, it will take even longer.

Before Bruce came over, he didn't have enough time to do what he wanted to do.

For example, find a few gangsters to test the power of magic with gang members.

After teleporting to this dark alley, Russell felt it a little bit.

Then, he walked in the direction he sensed.

Whether it's New York or Gotham City.

The maze-like dark alleys throughout the city are the favorites of hoodlums and gang members.

These alleys not only allow them to avoid police arrest, but are also very suitable for underground trading.

Not long after, Russell arrived at the perceived location.

As soon as he arrived here, he saw five or six gangsters gathered together, discussing something unknown.

Judging from their appearance and demeanor, they are no longer newbies in the industry.

There are many ways to tell how long a gangster has been in the industry.

Experienced police officers will judge whether the other person is a newbie in the industry or a small boss with a certain status through the other person's demeanor and momentum.

The method adopted by Russell is more simple and crude.

He didn't have to do anything, just look at these little gangsters, and he could see the rich or rare aura of depravity in them.

The stronger the aura of depravity, the longer this gangster has been in the industry and the more sins he commits.

vice versa.

The gangsters who gathered together and were discussing something were stunned for a moment when they saw Russell walking towards them alone.

How is this going?

be lost?

These gangsters looked at Russell suspiciously.

Then, I couldn't help but have the idea that this was a fat sheep that came to my door.

Physically speaking, Russell is not very strong.

As for weapons, he didn't have any weapons on him.

More importantly, judging from his dress, he doesn't look like the kind of person who has no money.

If you want to become a qualified gangster, your force can be weaker, but your vision must be good.

The reason is very simple. Guys with poor vision can easily offend people they must never offend.

Then, it turned into a corpse and appeared in a dark alley or a smelly ditch.

He doesn't seem like a threat, and he's a rich guy.

Such people are the favorite of all gangsters.

Because in their eyes, such people are no different from automatic walking cash machines.

When these gangsters looked at him, Russell knew what they were thinking.

However, he had no intention of stopping them and instead continued walking towards them.

In the eyes of these little gangsters, he was a fat sheep who came to their doorstep.

In his opinion, these gangsters were guinea pigs used to test the effects of magical powers.

When Russell came only four or five meters away from them, one of the gangsters, who looked like a leader, took the lead and said, "If you don't want to die, just stand where you are and don't move."

After saying that, this guy who looked like a little boss pulled out the pistol from his waist and started swinging it in front of Russell.

Although this guy's tone was very rude, Russell had no intention of stopping.

Not only that, he also threw a magic spell at this guy without any sense of expression.

Divine magic·Paralysis!

The little gangster who was swinging the pistol suddenly stood there like a puppet, with an extremely painful expression on his face.

Because his back was turned to the others, the gangsters behind him had no idea what had happened to their boss.

In their opinion, their boss suddenly stood motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

Just when they were about to step forward to ask, Russell was not polite and threw out several different magic spells in succession.

Divine magic·weakness!

Divine magic·Blinding!

Divine magic·slowness!

…

Divine spells that incorporate the authority of hell either have powerful destructive effects and instant death effects, or they can add various negative states to the target.

There is nothing easy to test for those magical spells with powerful destructive effects and instant death effects. Using these gangsters as guinea pigs, nothing can be tested at all.

So Russell only used magic that could increase various negative states.

I don’t know if it’s because these little gangsters’ magical arts have a strong aura of depravity. These magical arts that are integrated with the authority of hell have exerted better effects on them than Russell expected.

For example, the little bastard who was hit by a magical spell and was slowed down.

He was no longer simply delayed, but as if he was bound together in one place.

Russell used his divine power to sense their status and confirmed that it was indeed the depraved aura on their bodies that enhanced the effect of the divine spell.

After figuring this out, he didn't waste any more time on these gangsters. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Divine magic·death!

With the sound of snapping fingers, these gangsters instantly lost their lives and went to hell to report to Lucifer.

After killing these gangsters, Russell did not continue to look for other gangsters, but used the magic of teleportation to leave the alley.

The next second, he teleported to the roof of a nearby building.

After arriving here, he sat on the edge of the rooftop and waited patiently.

It didn't take long for him to feel Bruce's breath.

After locking Bruce's position, he used the magic teleportation again and was next to Bruce in an instant.

After seeing a golden light like the sun suddenly appear around him, Bruce knew that Russell was coming.

Bruce did not drive the faster Batfighter over, but drove the Batmobile to the vicinity of the Interstellar Laboratory.

When the golden light condensed into Russell, Bruce immediately said:

"There are not many guards in the Interstellar Laboratory, so it is not very difficult to infiltrate."

"However, that guy of unknown origin may be in some trouble."

Until now, Bruce still didn't know that the strange guy he was talking about was Victor Stone, the son of Dr. Silas Stone, the director of the Interstellar Laboratory, who had a car accident.

After all, in official records, Victor Stone is already a dead man.

"If that guy shows up, I'll take care of it, and you can just be responsible for finding the human mother box."

Russell said to Bruce.
To be continued...