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The athlete made up his mind. After activating the autopilot, he would still pretend to be piloting the aircraft. In reality, his hand had quietly reached for his belt. Only after touching the familiar short baton did he quickly turn around.

He pressed the mechanism, and the short baton, originally only the length of his palm, suddenly extended to the length of his arm.

His codename was Athlete, so the weapons he used were also sports equipment related to sports, such as the baton in his hand, which was actually a pole vault pole, but he had not fully extended it.

Although he was riding in a medium-sized transport aircraft, the internal space did not allow him to fully extend a pole of about five meters, so he chose to only extend a small portion.

As for other equipment such as baseball bats, they were not suitable for the current environment. Their destructive power was too strong and could easily damage the reagents in the boxes.

The athlete was agile. Because he wanted a quick victory, he didn't continue acting but instead charged towards the rear cabin like a cheetah, arriving in front of the box where Robin was hiding almost in the blink of an eye.

Raising his right hand high, he smashed it towards Robin behind the box with a sharp sound of cutting through the air. The latter belatedly reacted and dodged to the side a beat too late.

The baton brushed past Robin's body, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Bang!"

The baton made of special metal slammed into the floor, making a dull impact sound. After dodging, Robin did not sit still and wait for death, but took the opportunity to throw out his batarangs.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three batarangs drew different trajectories in the air, but their target was only one: the athlete who was still in an attacking posture.

While throwing the baton to his left hand, the athlete pressed the mechanism. The baton, originally only the length of an arm, extended again, this time to about the length of a person.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The athlete waved the baton with his left hand, rotating it so fast that the afterimages merged into a shield, blocking the three batarangs shot over.

After blocking the batarangs, the athlete measured the distance with his eyes, then pressed the mechanism again, and swung the baton down while it was still shrinking, seemingly timed to hit Robin.

The transport plane was filled with boxes, and the originally spacious space became narrow. Robin, who had dodged once, had already dodged in front of a pile of boxes and was in a state of having nowhere to escape.

Helpless, Robin raised his hands and crossed them over his head, blocking the athlete's strike.

"Bang!"

The dull sound allowed even the spectators to feel the force. Under the pressure of the athlete's high-to-low position and strength, Robin was gradually being pushed towards the ground.

Seeing the situation becoming more and more favorable to him, the athlete's mood also improved. He didn't expect that this mission would bring him two unexpected surprises.

One was the clone that the Illuminati needed, and the other was Robin, the assistant of Batman, a core figure of the Justice League, and the captain of the Young Justice League. With this, he would definitely gain a lot of benefits.

He didn't understand the role of the clone yet, but he knew exactly what Robin could do. Speedy Roy Harper was a lesson from the past.

As long as there were materials, the Illuminati could create a steady stream of clones. Then, the spies who infiltrated the Justice League could increase by one, and this time it wasn't like Speedy, a marginal figure, but Robin, who could reach the core.

The reason why the Illuminati set their sights on Speedy was simply because he was too easy to capture. At first, they set their sights on several core assistants, but they all gave up because the capture difficulty was too great.

The lower the difficulty during capture, the longer it would take to obtain core intelligence. They waited for several years before clone Roy finally had the opportunity to contact the Justice League.

The athlete didn't know what the adults above were thinking, but he was impatient. But this time he didn't have to worry. As long as he took down Robin, then the Justice League would be as clear to him as his backyard.

Just as he was thinking this, Robin, who was being pressed to the ground by the athlete, curled the corner of his mouth and said a strange sentence.

"Now we've flown out of the range of Santa Prisca Island."

The athlete was curious and asked, "So what?"

"This means that even if the plane crashes, you won't be able to save these reagents."

After Robin said this, the athlete felt a huge force suddenly coming from his arm. This force was completely unlike what an underage child could possess, even adults couldn't compare.

The athlete used almost all his strength, but he still couldn't continue to push towards the ground. Instead, Robin pushed his hand back. Not only that, but Robin also slowly got up in an extremely unphysiological posture.

In just a few seconds, the athlete was lifted up by Robin. After the two stood up, the latter was still pushing the former towards the boxes behind him.

"You're not Robin? Who exactly are you?"

Even if the athlete was stupid, he would know that something was wrong, not to mention that he wasn't stupid.

"Hehe."

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Robin's voice became strange, from the original childish boy's voice to a cute and playful girl's voice. Along with the voice, Robin's appearance also changed. After a burst of distortion, Robin turned into a green-skinned girl.

"Miss Martian?!"

Then it's not surprising. The Martian's power is indeed not comparable to his, an earthling. After realizing that something was wrong, the athlete immediately exerted force. Miss Martian was afraid of hurting the other party, so she also withdrew her strength, letting the other party flash to a safe distance.

"I see, so the factory was indeed a feint, and the real action was actually on my side."

The athlete reached for his belt. In his belt was hidden a lighter, which was the most portable weapon against Martians.

"Don't be so afraid, Mr. Athlete." Miss Martian reached out to comfort the enemy. "My purpose here is not you, and I think you shouldn't be in the mood to care about us next."

"What do you mean?"

The athlete found that he had more questions tonight, but these children did give him a lot of surprises.

Miss Martian didn't speak, but tore open the waterproof cloth covering the box. A screen with a bright red number immediately came into the athlete's eyes.

"Time bomb?! That's impossible! Where did you get..." The athlete thought of the answer before he finished speaking.

"Damn it! It's Bane!"

"Bingo! You got it right!" Miss Martian turned into a stream of light and flashed to Harby's side.

"If you want to escape, you only have now."