The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"So, how do you take off your arm ring?" Jackson asked. Unknowingly, the Young Justice team was already considering how to rescue Happy.

"It can be taken off directly, but I will pay some price afterward." Troy looked at his hands and was about to say what the price was, but Dick, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, our primary mission is not to save Happy." Dick's words shocked everyone present. Wally, who reacted the fastest, was the first to recover. He looked like he couldn't believe what he had heard, and the next second, he appeared in front of Dick.

Wally grabbed Dick's collar again, glaring at the person in front of him.

"What are you talking about?! What mission is more important than saving a teammate?" Jackson immediately stepped forward to pull the two apart, and Megan also hurried forward to appease Wally.

"Don't worry, Kid Flash." Jackson held Wally down. "Robin must have his reasons for saying that. We don't have time to fight among ourselves right now. Let's hear what he has to say first."

Dick rubbed his chest. Wally had grabbed him with a lot of force just now, and even he, who had been trained to take beatings, couldn't help but wince.

"You're always so impatient." Dick sighed and shook his head. "I mean, we can change our thinking."

"Explain in detail, Robin." Jackson pressed Wally into the seat.

"Although we don't know what the so-called Illuminati wants to do, we do know what the prerequisites are for what they are doing."

Robin opened the Cobra venom data and continued to explain.

"Cobra venom, this thing is obviously what the Illuminati needs at this stage, otherwise they wouldn't go to so much trouble to create so many things. Therefore, we can tentatively define this as their weakness."

"What do you mean?" Troy walked closer.

"It means we can do a 'Wei saves Zhao' maneuver." As soon as Robin finished speaking, he immediately realized that the people here probably hadn't been exposed to much subculture, so he explained.

"That is to say, in order to save Happy, we can choose to avoid their strengths and attack what they care about."

"Time is tight, let me explain briefly. As a person, once Happy is controlled, it will be very difficult for us to rescue him, because they can set up defenses however they want."

"But the factory is different. Such a large building, they can't perfectly defend it."

"You mean the main force goes to attack the factory, and then look for an opportunity to save Happy?" Jackson simplified Dick's plan, and the more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became, because Jackson felt that this plan had a high degree of feasibility.

"It seems that everyone agrees with my plan." Dick once again put a confident smile on his lips. After sorting out his equipment, he said.

"What are we waiting for? Time is tight and the task is heavy, we have to act quickly."

...

At the same time, on the other side, Yang Le had completed the entire process from being arrested to being escorted to the factory.

Perhaps to save time, Mammoth directly escorted him to the tarmac. At this time, a group of Cobra cultists were gathered here, and they were moving boxes of Cobra venom.

And the supervisors were naturally Cobra's leader and Sportsmaster. The way they looked was as if they were waiting for Happy.

"Nice to meet you, O Weapon." Happy had just stopped when Sportsmaster greeted him, obviously preparing to reveal his identity.

"No need to say anything, Illuminati dog." Yang Le pretended to be disgusted. "I smelled that stench on you from a long way away."

Sportsmaster's exposed eyes narrowed, and he said, "Although I don't know how much you know, it seems that I don't need to explain too much."

Sportsmaster cut off the topic. There were many people here and it was not suitable to talk about things related to the Illuminati. Not many people in the Cobra Cult knew about the Illuminati, even King Cobra only knew some superficial things.

The most powerful thing about the Illuminati is not because the organization is composed of many powerful people, but because of their secrecy. Unknown things are the most terrifying.

Secrecy is one of the Illuminati's most powerful weapons. As long as they are not exposed, they can always have the upper hand and always lead their opponents by the nose.

Therefore, the Illuminati chose him as their proxy instead of those more powerful mercenaries, because he was obedient enough and didn't have his own little thoughts.

And his other companion, Deathstroke, was chosen because of his contract spirit. Deathstroke basically only adhered to one principle, which was to look at the money. As long as you were his patron, Deathstroke could not betray you.

Deathstroke can only betray you for one reason, that is, someone gave him more money, but the Illuminati doesn't have to worry about this problem.

Vandal Savage's age is basically as long as human history. 50,000 years have allowed him to accumulate incalculable wealth. He alone can pay Deathstroke's high employment fee.

Anyway, Sportsmaster couldn't think of anyone who could offer a higher price than Vandal.

"I won't say much. Someone will ask you when you get there." Sportsmaster didn't waste any time, waved his hand and signaled several escorting cultists to take Happy to the transport plane. Happy estimated that they would leave Saint Prisca Island after all the agents were loaded.

At this time, Yang Le was not only not afraid, but even a little excited. He had seen many of the famous DC superheroes in the past few months, and he had also seen two or three famous villains.

But compared to DC's top villains like Luthor, they could only be regarded as second-rate. As a former comic book reader, he was still faintly excited at the thought of seeing so many people of almost the same level as Luthor at once.

It's a pity that things often don't go as people wish. Just as Happy was about to board the transport plane, a loud noise interrupted everyone's movements.

"Boom!"

Sportsmaster hurriedly turned around, and a burst of fire lit up behind him. The Venom factory was burning there.

"What's going on?" King Cobra hurriedly picked up the communicator to contact the cultists at the factory, and received intermittent responses a few seconds later.

"Report to the Holy Lord, several metahumans attacked the factory. The attackers are the group of children who escaped before. We can't stop them. Request support!"

King Cobra and Sportsmaster exchanged glances under Happy's unbelievable gaze. Obviously, none of the three of them expected that this group of children hadn't run away, but had returned and caused such a big commotion.