Superman's Journey

It is normal for the underground gangsters of the International Gang not to know Lincoln, because their status is there, and they have no chance to know and learn about Lincoln's identity information.

Maybe they know something about the Injustice League, but Lincoln's information is highly confidential, and there is no way to know it below a certain level.

But the leader of the International Gang is different.

The name of the international gang sounds bad, but it is actually a large gang that rules the entire Kandak. Their structure is almost equivalent to an actual control government.

Due to the impressive power and the particularity of the gang itself, the leader of the International Gang actually knew Lincoln's identity, but the more he knew, the more fear he felt in his heart.

He deeply understood how terrifying the seemingly unarmed man in front of him was.

Not to mention that what he controls is only a small international gang, even the government organization in the metropolis has no right to speak in front of the man in front of him.

At first, he was excited and happy that his men had found the powerful crown, but when he saw that the crown was held by Lincoln, he felt dizzy.

For a legendary crown, directly snatching it from the head of the most violent person in the world, he felt that his unluckiness had exceeded the standard of the human world.

Kill Lincoln?
What even the craziest Doomsday failed to do, He Dehe, a small, ordinary human being, could do this kind of thing.

He now only hopes that his sincere apology can beg Lincoln's forgiveness.

Seeing his boss hitting his head on the ground with a blood mark, all the gunmen were shocked again.

They were afraid of Lincoln before because their relatives and friends were caught by Lincoln, and they had to be wary, but this didn't mean they knew Lincoln's identity.

But now it's different.

Their boss can be regarded as the actual controller of Kandak at any rate, not to mention in this country, even in the entire region, he has a certain right to speak.

But it was such a person of considerable status, the first time he saw Lincoln, he was so frightened that his legs became weak that he fell to his knees and kowtowed frantically to beg for forgiveness.

The scene in front of them was so magical that all the gunmen couldn't believe their eyes.

The bandit leader was considered a smart man among them. Seeing his boss's actions, he quietly put down the gun in his hand, and then hid in the crowd and squatted down.

The little tricks of the bandit leader did not escape Lincoln's eyes, but he didn't even bother to pay attention to his little tricks now. At this moment, all his eyes were on the leader of the international gang in front of him.

He looked at it with a smile on his face, as if he was completely lifeless, but he didn't speak out calmly until the head of the international gang was covered in a lake of blood and flesh, and his whole body was also in a state of confusion under the constant impact: "Okay , If you continue to drink, the ground will be dirty by you."

Lincoln's voice was a great mercy to the gang leader.

Realizing that he finally didn't have to die, although the gang leader's mind was still a little blurred, a trace of luck finally appeared on his face: "Many, thank you sir."

...

"The face is full of blood, it's too ugly." Lincoln looked at the blood-stained leader, frowned slightly, and waved to the little guy beside him: "Is there any alcohol? Wash it for your leader, by the way Disinfect."

Alcohol to wash the wound?Are you sure you won't directly wash people out?

Hearing this, the young people around looked at Lincoln with a smile on his face as if they had seen a devil. They hesitated on their faces and moved slowly.

Seeing this scene, the gang leader was so scared that he was about to pee out, and immediately yelled: "Didn't you hear the order from the lord?! Go get the alcohol!"

After being covered with blood all over his face and looking like an evil ghost, the actions of those minions were instantly joyful, and the alcohol was brought over in a short while.

Looking at the transparent plastic bucket and the transparent liquid inside, Lincoln smiled, and the corners of the gang leader's eyes twitched.

"It seems that these little guys of yours still love you very much, and they are even going to find you medical alcohol with a marked concentration of 75%."

75% medical alcohol can be used for sterilization, but at the same time, it will bring unimaginable pain to users.

There is nothing wrong with the medical alcohol, but there is something wrong with the dose his little brother took.

When others use medical alcohol, usually a glass bottle of alcohol is enough, no matter how painful it is, there is a limit, but his little brother brought him a full five liters of medical alcohol!
A full five liters!Even if he poured it into the washbasin to wash his face, it was enough for him to wash his face two or three times!

This is not to clean his wound at all, it is to kill him!

What?Just use a little?Lincoln is still watching. Does he dare to bet his life on whether Lincoln will suddenly change his mind if his attitude is not good?

Obviously, the leader of the International Gang did not dare.

He looked at the 5-liter alcohol barrel in front of him, and every muscle in his face was twitching. Before he unscrewed the bottle cap, he could already imagine how painful the death penalty would be.

However, Lincoln was watching, even if he hesitated, he could only grab the alcohol barrel and open it.

With the thought of seeing death as home, he opened the bottle, took a deep breath and was about to pour the alcohol inside directly on his face, but with a clang, his movements stopped.

Like a rusty machine, his neck turned his head to look sideways, and then he saw that the guy carrying the alcohol barrel found another washbasin and towel from nowhere.

Seeing this scene, the gang leader's boy hole widened, and the other gunmen surrounding him were also stunned.

Being stared at by pairs of eyes, you are also stunned, look at the help kneeling on the ground full of disbelief, then look at the washbasin towel in your hand, and hide it behind you as if you just woke up from a dream.

A little smile was forced on his face: "I, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, you did a good job!" Lincoln laughed and waved: "Wash your face, it's nothing if you don't have a washbasin and towels, come here, pour the washing water for your boss, wash it a few times, wash it Clean up."

Dang!

The washbasin was placed on the ground.

Ton ton ton ton——

Alcohol was poured into the washbasin, soaking the towel, and the smell of alcohol hit the face. Before touching the liquid alcohol, the leader of the international gang could already feel a little bit of pain.

...

At this moment, he secretly decided in his heart, that damned guy who brought the washbasin, he must die in the future!
Lincoln didn't urge him, but just looked at the head of the International Gang with a smile on his face, watching his trembling hands grasp the soaked towel, and then slammed it on his face!

Uh! ——

After a short muffled grunt, his body straightened up abruptly, blood stains stained the white towel red, and his body twitched crazily under the severe pain.

Pulling the towel off his face and throwing it into the basin, just once, he was already covered in fine cold sweat from the pain, and this was far from over.

Once, twice, three times.
The gang leader was tortured like a numb robot, and his eyes were blinded, and the gunmen onlookers only felt that this was inhumane torture.

Lincoln didn't make a sound, just watched him use up all the five liters of alcohol, watched him go from being alive to sweating profusely, exhausted of all his strength.

It is quite fair to trade painful torture for life, Lincoln thought so.

After waiting silently for a moment, until the leader of the international gang who was almost powerless tormented by the severe pain recovered, Lincoln threw the crown in his hand in front of him with a clang: "Don't you want this crown? If so, give is you."

Lincoln's voice caused a trace of surprise on the leader's face, and was replaced by a ray of panic: "No, no need."

"I'll give it to you, and you take it." Lincoln interrupted him, "There is a price for giving you this thing."

Hearing the word price, the helper of the International Gang felt his body go weak, and his physical and mental state could no longer withstand a new round of torture.

But fortunately, Lincoln didn't intend to torture him this time: "Put on the crown, and let me see what kind of abilities this legendary crown can give people."

crown?crown? !

Looking at the crown that was said to give people supreme power within reach, the leader hesitated, but he didn't hesitate for too long. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the crown and put it on his head.

Perhaps it was because Lincoln had played with it before. The moment he put on the crown, blue-purple light flowed in the gaps in the crown. The man of the crown.

'Sabak! '

This powerful name was also firmly engraved in his brain the moment his soul and consciousness came into contact with the devil. It was a word that could bring him powerful power, even more powerful than Black Adam. .

Consciousness returned from the realm of hell, and the words engraved in his brain continued to emerge. Unconsciously, he uttered that word: "Sabak!"

boom!
The ground began to tremble, like an earth dragon turning over, cracks broke out in the ground under his feet.

The gap is not dark and deep, but reveals a frightening orange-red color, which is the color of hell flames.

Orange-red light leaked from the gap, and the intense heat made the faces of many gunmen show unbearable pain. Under the control of the desire to survive, they began to flee outwards, and only Lincoln remained where he was interested. Watch the changes in front of you.

...

Raging flames burned from the gap, and then were drawn into red ribbons by an inexplicable force, which flowed towards the center like a stream.

Countless flames gathered, and a huge flame vortex formed in it. The majestic energy was accumulated in that vortex, but some of it was leaked randomly, causing the surrounding buildings to collapse in pieces, like hell.

The blazing high temperature caused the thatch to burn out of thin air, but it still couldn't shake Lincoln in the slightest. He could clearly see that in the center of the flame vortex, the formerly human international gang leader was rapidly changed under the influence of hell's magic power.

His body became taller, his muscles became stronger, his skin was as red as blood, and even the horns that symbolized the devil protruded from the top of his head.

The powerful, fiery, and cruel magic power of hell is transforming him, turning him from a human into the representative of the devil in the world-Sabac!
The converging flame vortex surged violently, and finally fully exerted its full effect when the transformation was completed, bursting with a bang.

Rumble!
The vortex exploded, and the unexhausted energy accumulated in it turned into raging flames and spread out to the surroundings.

The turbulent flames were as hot as lava and as turbulent as a flood. They filled half of the city with no penetration, and then burned them down.

In this raging sea of ​​flames, countless figures wailed in pain, but their dead souls would all enter hell and become the clutches of demons.

The explosion wave in the center gradually subsided, and Sabak opened his eyes, looking at his brand new body.

Powerful power filled every corner of his body, and the tyrannical flames that swept around could be controlled like a docile lamb. At this moment, Sabak felt that he was omnipotent like a god.

Powerful power is easy to get lost, especially when the magic power belongs to hell demons. Sabac's soul that originally belonged to humans has almost lost the fear of Lincoln.

strong power?He has too!He also has a powerful force that can make humans feel afraid!
That being the case, why should he be afraid of other people, who are just a mere human being!No matter how strong it was, how could it be stronger than the power of this demon? !
With such thoughts in mind, Sabak even had the idea of ​​challenging Lincoln, and even killing Lincoln to replace him.

The strong malice was released, and Lincoln in the air captured it in an instant.

Under the sunlight, strands of golden lines were drawn on his body surface, and in Shabak's slightly vigilant eyes, a battle suit full of dignity and mystery emerged, and he tickled his fingers with a chuckle: "Didn't you want Kill me? Come here."

Lincoln's contemptuous attitude instantly aroused Shabak's inner roar. After roaring, the flames from hell burst out.

The ground that was already full of cracks was completely torn apart by the terrifying force, and the violent flames that were so concentrated that they were close to solid broke through the soil layer, and after circling, they rushed towards Lincoln in the air.

call!
The sound of the storm sounded in the air, and the violent fire dragon exploded as if hitting an invisible and insurmountable wall, and the scattered flames covered the entire sky.

The orange-red sea of ​​flames shrouded the sky like a curtain, and the flames shot down, making the dilapidated Kandak almost smudged like hell.

This flame is so terrifying to ordinary people, but it can't penetrate Lincoln's defense at all, until the last ray of flames falls from the sky weakly, and Lincoln slowly falls: "Continue."