Chapter 326: Allen vs. the Justice League and Avengers
Fat Ding Square.
It was crowded with so-called "Run" people from an ancient Eastern nation—self-important yet utterly useless.
They had exhausted their life savings to cross oceans, illegally entering what they perceived as the beacon of civilization, treating it as their spiritual homeland.
Along the cracked and crumbling sidewalks, countless illegal immigrants held up signs begging for work, hoping one of the passing pickup trucks would notice them and offer a job—just enough to get by.
Some had already given up completely, lying in corners and waiting for charity organizations to come by and hand out food at scheduled times.
The sound of police sirens drew nearer.
A flash of panic and confusion flickered across the eyes of the Run people.
No matter how hard their lives had become, they refused to return to their homeland.
After all, once you've talked a big game, it's hard to back down.
Still, no one took the hint and left. Based on past experience, the police never bothered managing Fat Ding Square. They didn't care whether the Run people lived or died.
Without health insurance, even a minor illness in America could bankrupt you and leave you homeless.
As for why Arkham Asylum was packed with criminally insane inmates? In truth, it operated as a privatized prison funded by Wayne Enterprises.
"You have thirty minutes to leave, or we will forcibly clear the area."
Police cruisers issued the warning via loudspeaker as they passed.
Most of the Run people looked like vagrants. Bathing was a luxury, and the stench clinging to their bodies made it unbearable for middle-class officers to approach—so verbal warnings were the preferred method.
Unfortunately, the Run people were completely unaware of their position. Believing that strength in numbers would prevent a violent eviction, they remained unmoved, aimlessly wandering the streets like the walking dead.
America was, in their minds, a civilized beacon. There shouldn't be barbaric actions here. Naively, they thought it would be just like back home—so many people that the law wouldn't apply.
"Don't be afraid! I, the lecturer, will stay here for half an hour. Let's see what they can do."
A small, buzz-cut man in the crowd loudly encouraged others to resist.
"The lecturer's right! There are many of us—we're in the right!"
"If they won't let me live, I won't let them be at peace either!"
"Worst case, I die and reincarnate as an American in eighteen years!"
"..."
As the mob's emotions were whipped up, voices rose in defiance, many adopting a do-or-die attitude.
Shops along the street closed immediately, ready to shutter at any moment.
Anyone who'd survived long in America had already had their edges worn down.
Half an hour later—
Armored vehicles rolled into Fat Ding Square.
One after another, riot police in full gear jumped out and launched a brutal crackdown.
"You can't do this to me! I'm an American!"
"I'm a woman—how dare you hit a woman!"
"I'm pregnant! Don't touch me, I'm pregnant!"
"..."
Just moments ago they were so aggressive—now they were utterly pitiful.
In any country, illegal immigrants without legal status will never be treated with full human rights.
They suffered unjust persecution and rarely found protection under the law.
The so-called "lecturer" who had stirred everyone up had long fled at the first sign of trouble, leaving a group of clueless fools behind to defend their so-called dignity.
Smack!
A young man wearing a baseball cap, face covered in acne, was happily munching on a donut…
…only to be whacked by a sudden police baton, knocking the donut from his hand.
"Get the hell out of Fat Ding Square!"
Despite the officer's roar, the young man didn't budge. Tears welled in his eyes as he stared at the fallen donut and murmured miserably:
"My donut... my donut..."
Smack!
A rubber baton landed again, and the officer began kicking and beating him, cursing:
"You want to eat donuts? I'll give you donuts!"
He even stomped on the man's head, forcing him to eat the dirty donut off the ground.
"Shit, you're actually eating it?!"
Smack!
In less than fifteen minutes, the entire Fat Ding Square was emptied—Run people scattered like birds and beasts.
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The next day.
Heroes from both the Justice League and Avengers arrived at the agreed meeting point.
A 10-kilometer perimeter around the square had been sealed off—not just by police, but also by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Checkmate organization, tasked with clearing out all unrelated individuals.
Then, a portal suddenly appeared.
Allen and Nanaue descended onto the battlefield.
Both hero factions stood at the ready in two camps. Upon seeing their opponent arrive, no one rushed in—yet.
If it had been a common villain, they'd have attacked all at once without mercy. But this…
"Hey, nephew, where's the female pink dolphin I asked for?"
Hands on hips, Allen swept his eyes arrogantly across the heroes, exuding full villain energy.
"Right here."
Tony pulled off a rain cover to reveal a large water tank—with a plump, pastel-pink dolphin swimming inside.
"Dolphin! Nanaue loves dolphins!"
The moment he saw the beloved pink dolphin, Nanaue couldn't hold back his excitement. He bolted toward the tank and clambered in, eager to play with it.
…Yeah.
There was no doubt—he really loved pink dolphins.
"You treacherous traitor, Nanaue! How could you betray me for a dolphin?!"
Allen clutched his chest, feigning heartbreak.
"As your master, I am ashamed of you!"
"Pink dolphin, I'm Nanaue. Do you like me? I really like you..."
At this point, Nanaue's eyes held nothing but love for the dolphin—he couldn't care less about anything else.
"You fiends! Using a beautiful dolphin to manipulate my loyal pet!"
Allen accused them with righteous indignation.
Come on, dude, you were the one who requested the dolphin. How is this our fault?
"How do you want to fight?"
Diana stepped forward.
"One-on-one in a ring? Or do we all go at once?"
Sluuurp—
Tsk...
Diana furrowed her brows and clicked her tongue in annoyance.
That damn guy hadn't changed. While no one was watching, he'd used the portal to sneak over and lick her stunningly long legs.
In that moment, several male heroes were consumed with jealous rage, silently cursing why it hadn't been them instead.
"Same flavor, same formula… my favorite legendary treasure."
Allen wore a shameless grin.
Damn. They're that close?
His words reeked of sour jealousy.
What a waste of those soul-snatching legs.
"I, Martian Manhunter, will fight first."
A green-skinned, cloaked alien stepped forward.
Martian Manhunter—last survivor of Mars.
His powers weren't just physical. He excelled in mental abilities too: telepathy, illusions, psychic attacks.
"Hold on, I need to grab something."
Allen opened another portal and dragged out a metal case.
Attached to it was the long-missing Wolverine.
Before Logan could speak, Allen yanked him off and casually tossed him back through the portal.
Then he began rummaging through the case for gear.
At the same time, Martian Manhunter secretly tried to launch a psychic attack—either illusions or mental shock.
But Allen remained completely unaffected, calmly continuing to search through the case.
"What the hell?"
Martian Manhunter was baffled. How was this guy immune to mind control?
In truth, Allen had sixty times normal physical stats, and had drunk Underworld treasures that gave his mind fortress-like resistance.
"Found it."
Allen pulled out a spray insect repellent.
"What's that?"
Psshh—
Allen raised the can and sprayed it casually.
Martian Manhunter recoiled, shielding his face as if it were some terrifying weapon.
Everyone looked confused—nothing dramatic happened.
"Are you messing with me?"
Dropping all pretenses, Martian Manhunter let the spray hit him and looked at Allen like he was an idiot.
"Nope."
Allen replied earnestly—and pulled a lighter from his pants.
Click.
He lit the flame and brought it to the spray nozzle.
Instantly—a jet of fire shot toward Martian Manhunter, engulfing him in flames.
"I'm on fire! I'm on fire!!"
Martian Manhunter's fatal weakness was fire—one spark and he was fully ablaze.
Whooosh—
Superman rushed in with freeze breath to put out the flames.
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