Chapter 109 Green Lantern

The battle situation was reversed in the blink of an eye, as if the protagonist of the movie suddenly awakened and exploded, instantly dragging the battle into a crushing rhythm. The bald man has been unable to touch the Green Lantern since the first time he was knocked into the air. The darkness he released was not worth mentioning at all under the aura of the gods, and the undercurrent he shot out was touching the opponent's body. In an instant, it shattered on its own, and the opponent did not even deliberately defend.

All of a sudden, this kid seemed to have suddenly changed into a person. He was bathed in green flames and approached with heavy and steady steps. He almost released everything towards the green light boy, but he couldn't block it for even half a second.

Mike raised his clenched right fist, the light from the lamp ring on the middle finger became more and more dazzling, and even the dark and deep night was scared away to both sides.

Another rocket? Or a super-heavy cannon?

This time he didn't do it again. The energy exhaled from the green light ring constructed a huge fist in mid-air, wrapped in green boxing gloves, punched straight through the opponent's layers of dark defense, and hit the bald head far away from the bridge of the nose. Fei, the effect is several times more significant than his previous long list of fancy weapons.

Mike looked down at the shining ring on his fist and said with a grin, "I think I'm starting to learn a little bit, so that's how this thing works."

The bald-headed man rolled around twice and collided with the wall of the opposite sidewalk. Unfortunately, the mysterious black book flew out of his arms and spread out on the sidewalk. The bald-headed man's face changed suddenly when he noticed it, he hurriedly turned sideways, and struggled to crawl towards the open book. However, a hand transformed by green light pushed it away from the book at the moment when his fingertips were only an inch away from the book. He took it away in front of him, followed the light path and brought it back to Mike.

"Huh, although I don't understand it very well, but this seems very important."

The book had fallen into Mike's hands while he was talking, and the bald man's face was pale, and he finally lost his composure for the first time. He got up in a hurry and shouted like crazy: "Give it back to me!"

Mike opened the title page unhurriedly: "What are you panicking about? Wait for me to observe what's in there..."

He only said half of what he said and then swallowed it back in his stomach, his mouth kept open in surprise and speechless. Before he could see what was written in the book, a mass of darkness like a bottomless abyss burst out from the middle of the page, and attacked Mike's face as if roaring. In a trance, he seemed to see a hideous-looking evil spirit showing his fangs in front of him, with a dark mouth intending to swallow him into the darkness.

It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to shake the bizarre book out of his hands. Fortunately, his ring was not ambiguous. The moment the lamp ring attacked in the dark, the light soared, and the green light lingering on Mike's body was dazzling for a brief moment. The arrogant darkness suddenly hit the wall, and he lowered his head dejectedly under this inviolable divine light, made a few low-pitched groans and struggled for a while, and quickly dissipated. Mike seemed to hear a painful scream from the entire book in his hand, and shredded into countless pieces of paper as the darkness dissipated.

He couldn't help moving his eyebrows. Things are just getting weirder and weirder, and it seems that there is a tendency to deviate from the common sense in the world... Of course, this does not mean that what has just happened is not out of common sense.

But the weirder thing is yet to come. The man who had fallen into madness suddenly stopped moving, as if someone had pressed the stop button, his hideous expression was frozen on his face, and with the involuntary relaxation of his muscles, it became dull, as if it had become a man. With a puppet.

"You... are very special." The man suddenly said dully.

"Who? Me?" Mike asked curiously, pointing to himself.

"You...have the light...a light rider," he continued, and Mike was so sure that the voice was never the man's own, because it was weirder even than before. reached a new level.

"My Healing Game"

He continued: "This is the Earth's own business, why interfere? Light Riders?"

"Are you kidding?" The blindfold on Mike's nose moved, "You guys are bad guys, I'm a good guy, it's that simple."

The other party was silent for a while, not knowing whether he accepted this simple and crude explanation, and then said: "It doesn't matter. Soon, you will all fall. Destruction is a given destiny. At that time, you will also fall with all things. into the dark."

"By that time," Mike held up the gleaming green ring, "my brilliance will be as bright as ever."

No more replies. The darkness gradually subsided from the bald man, and he quickly returned to his normal complexion, but at the same time he fell unconscious to the ground, like a soft noodle hanging on the side of the road.

It's finally over.

Mike let out a long sigh of relief. It was definitely the longest night of his life. The gunpowder and dust fog brought by the drama gradually dissipated, revealing the potholes and holes blasted by the two men on the ground and walls. The darkness of night returned to its original location tirelessly at the moment when the green light subsided, as if silently announcing its own territory.

There was a siren sound in the distance, it sounded a few streets away, and it was quickly approaching here. The gunshots and a series of muffled sounds similar to explosions might indeed make a lot of noise in their battle just now, attracting a lot of attention. It is estimated that the place will be blocked by the police and the FBI within two minutes at most.

Mr. Greenton Marcus was still in the house over there.

The siren was getting closer, and the red and blue flashes of the headlights could already be seen on the street corner, which also meant that he had less and less time left to hesitate. He only hesitated for a few seconds at the end, and then he lifted off in the green light and flew away from the scene.

A minute later, the police came to the scene. They spotted the bald man lying in mud on the sidewalk and quickly recognized it as the top cult who had been on the wanted list for a while. Immediately afterwards, they found more cultists in the pierced warehouse over there. The deformed bullet casings covered the entire room like soybeans, and it was almost impossible to walk in.

It's hard to imagine what kind of fierce battle took place in this small and dark room, and it's even more difficult to imagine that there was not a trace of blood at the scene of such a fierce battle.

The police quickly got busy. They began to investigate the scene, collect evidence, arrest criminals, and discuss and analyze. Mr. Marcus, who was awake, was also shackled and escorted into the transporter with his accomplices. Before getting into the car, he paused for a while, and glanced behind him inadvertently, only to see a beam of green light flying over the heads of everyone, like a shooting star passing through the sky.