Chapter 511 What, Luther is actually a good person?

Chapter 511 What, Luther is actually a good person?

We are often plagued by rats, even though rats are not very smart.

In the dark shadows, a mouse walked through the dark sewer. Then it raised its head and saw a piece of sweet and delicious cheese on the mousetrap in front of it.

So it walked over, stepped on it, and then...

Snapped!

No one ever thought of inventing a more elaborate mousetrap because there was no need.

Now, Ye Xiao also has the same idea.

He felt that he had paid enough attention to me, and he thought that he could catch all the mice by sending out a group of low-level hawks and dogs...

But he never thought...

Sometimes mice also grow wings...

Then turn into a bat! ! !

Night Owl's Gotham City, in the sewers.

Compared with the other Gotham City, this place is far more orderly and cruel.

Here, Night Owl controls everyone. This is Night Owl's lair, where his stories and dreams set sail.

Night Owl was so familiar with this place that he thought no one would be that stupid and planned to confront him in this location in Gotham City.

He was wrong, very wrong.

Dave E. Smalley once said, "Survival of the fittest is an eternal law of nature, but the fittest are often not the strongest. The fittest are those who have excellent adaptability, that is, they are able to accept what is inevitable and adapt to it. creatures that live in harmony with the present or changing environment.”

This passage can be interpreted in two ways. Kneel and give in to a life of flattery...or use your wits to challenge him.

Luther stepped over the dead rat.

He was wearing a black jacket and held a flashlight in his hand to shine on the wet rock wall in front of him.

He turned a slightly drier corner and saw a peeling poster there that read: Gotham Belongs to the Night Owls!

Luther spat at it as he passed her.

Luther could have surrendered to Night Owl.

Giving up Batman and his own world may be a good way to save his own life. Night Owl is very optimistic about himself, perhaps because compared to the overlords of the universe who have powerful power, Luthor is better in his opinion.

Luther knew that it would be safe if he surrendered, and Night Owl's recruitment of him would prove his worth. After the world is safe, no matter what the outcome of the overt and covert fight between the overlords of the universe and Night Owl will be, as a super powerful Scientific researchers can get preferential treatment as winners. This is the treatment of super scientists. This sounds good, right?

I am alone now, how can I possibly sink the big ship Shen Yexiao?

But I decided to give it a try.

After twists and turns, Luther came to the back of an iron gate, and then raised his head slightly.

Ye Xiao was not the only one who had made preparations... He never thought that he would be forced to use such imperfect means.

Luther stretched out his hand, and the last small lump of Clayface's body tissue crawled out from his sleeve like a slime, and then attached to Luther's face.

Those clayface body tissues squirmed and deformed, then turned Luther into another Latin face, and even added a full head of hair to him.

Then he climbed over the somewhat high threshold and walked in. In the darkness, he heard a man ask: "Who is there?"

"It's me, Otis." Luther said, "I'm glad you've been staying here to prevent others from coming in."

In front of Luther, a strong man appeared in front of him. He lowered his head slightly: "Of course, Boss Mark."

Luther looked at him.

The Mark boss he mentioned once existed, but is now dead.

He is a small-time gang leader in a city controlled by Night Owl, and is subordinate to Maloney's subordinate, "Big Boss" Maloney.

In Luthor's universe, the third-tier villain and his old nemesis "Roman" Falcone didn't even survive Batman's second year of fighting crime in Gotham, but here, Maloney is loyal to Nite Owl .

Luther killed the gang leader named Mark Boss, and then used Clayface to usurp his identity. Even such a small leader would have one or two subordinates who obeyed his orders. Such gatekeepers could help Luther save the country. Go to a lot of exposure possibilities.

"You're finally here, Boss Mark. Does this mean my mission is over? God, how long have I been here at least? I almost lost track of time. I have always wanted to know what is behind the second iron door, but I never went in, I swear."

Of course you haven't been in.

Luther thought.

If the other party dared to go in, he would have been cut into several pieces by the laser he left in that room. This would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble for his preparations. This is why he was cautious when selecting personnel.

"Is it arms? Heroin, or blue blues?"

The gangster named Otis kept talking.

"Please, can you be quiet?" Luther asked.

"I'm sorry, Boss Mark. I always want to talk when I'm nervous. Have you ever been nervous? Oh, this is really a stupid question."

Then Otis said: "Boss Mark, no matter what we plan to sell, this... this is beyond Mr. Maloney. If he is discovered, by... by the night owl..."

Luther and he walked around a corner and saw a body lying there.

It looked like a woman, possibly some homeless person, with some of her clothes stripped off.

"This woman invaded here." Otis said somewhat calmly, "I killed her, and then used her to solve some needs."

"Don't tell me this." Luther looked at the body for a while, then said, "Let's go."

They finally arrived behind the second iron gate, and then the gangster Otis said: "I know the rules, I will wait here, Boss Mark."

Luther nodded, and just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly stopped.

"No, you come in with me."

The gangster Otis's face suddenly showed a surprised look: "Really? Boss Mark?"

Luther smiled at him: "Of course, you are my confidant."

They walked into the iron gate, but there was not a large amount of methamphetamine and arms as Otis thought, but a huge can with thick dust on it, and there was a starting energy source supplying green energy next to it. .

"I really shouldn't use it now." Luther whispered to himself: "I have never used him so many times before. I always kept him as the last trump card. I originally wanted to create a pure "Superman."

"Experimental Subject B-0?" Otis, the gangster, read the words above: "What is this, Boss Mark?"

Luther wiped the dust on it with his hand, and then a figure with eyes closed was revealed.

"I should have opened this jar again in five years."

Gangster Otis also saw the man in the jar.

His voice began to tremble: "Wait, what is that?"

Luther ignored him and said to himself: "From the time I started this project, I knew the entire cloning process. A single cell extracted from Clark Kent's blood that I collected developed into a mature individual. , it will take several decades.

I originally planned to breed a purebred Kryptonian, or even an optimized version of Clark, instead of adding all kinds of messy cells from Parasite Demon or Doomsday to it. Because I have every reason to suspect that the power of Kryptonians comes from idealism, because no matter how you look at it, it is absolutely impossible for Superman to generate such powerful energy with a mere star in the sun.

"After meeting Superboy Prime, it further confirmed my theory." Luthor said: "No matter where I go, no matter how busy I am, I never leave him behind, because I need to pay attention to him all the time. Growing up, I want to create a perfect Kryptonian, a Kryptonian with complete intelligence and unlimited potential, comparable to or even surpassing Clark, not a hybrid like Connor Kent, Superboy."

"And he is also the last trump card that I can pull out after my life is threatened." Luther said: "He is very powerful, very strong, even if it takes 5 years to mature."

"Releasing him from the petri dish now will definitely damage his intelligence. This means that my idea of ​​creating a perfect Kryptonian with complete intelligence has come to nothing." Luther said: "But I'm afraid I have to do this this time. Did it.”

He pressed the petri dish, and then with a burst of mist, the petri dish opened, and gangster Otis saw a naked, strong man with white skin full of bumps and eyes closed emerging from it.

"Oh my God," he said.

"Calm down, Otis," Luther said.

"Hoho." The strong man walked out of the petri dish and said.

"This is a monster." Otis, the gangster, raised his gun and pointed it at him: "Boss Mark, you are crazy. You will not die even if you sell something in Gotham City, but you cannot challenge the authority of Night Owl. , nothing can..."

"Can the artificial thing understand what I say? I am Lex Luthor, I am your creator and designer, you must listen to every word I say and carry out every order I give thoroughly. "

The gangster suddenly looked at Lex Luthor: "What did you say your name was?"

"Let's test it, artificial thing." Luther said, and then he pointed at the gangster Otis: "Kill him."

"What?"

"Ho ho ho ho..."

Luther repeated his order: "Kill him, I say."

"Roar?" The man-made object asked an unclear question. Then he turned to look at Otis.

"Don't come near me!" The gangster shot at the artificially strong man repeatedly, causing sparks to fly from his chest.

Then after a burst of light smoke, the artifact smelled the smoke coming from itself.

"Ho ho ho."

There was no reaction, he just stood there like a statue, doing nothing but making sounds.

"Damn it, listen up, kill him immediately!" Luther pointed at the gangster and gave the order again, and then his behavior resulted in the other party pointing a gun at Luther's head: "Go to hell, Mark , you are no longer my boss, what evil things did you create? Wait, Lex Luthor... Damn it, you are not my boss Mark, what did you do to Mark Boss? "

"Roar!" There was a loud noise, and Luther tilted his head. He closed his eyes slightly, and blood fell like rain, soaking him all over.

Luther wiped off half of the splashed brain, heart, liver, spleen, kidneys, or other strange organs from his face, and then threw half of the intestines hanging around his waist on the ground.

He stretched out his hand, retracted the clay face cells covering his face, and restored it to its original appearance. This made his original face clean and free from even a drop of blood.

He simply wiped his hands, which were almost soaked with blood, on the back of his pants.

"Good," he said. "It looks like this will work. Now follow me."

The man-made creature didn't obey Luther's orders again, or in other words, he didn't fully understand what Luther asked him to do. Luther could only hold him with his hand, holding his hand like a baby.

So the artificial monster became happy, he made a roaring sound, and then raised his other hand happily, making him look like a disobedient kindergarten child.

Luther's face was tense: "I have to hurry up... wasting too much time will make the Night Owl track me."

He walked out of the iron gate with the artifact and passed by the body of the woman killed by the gangster Otis. Luther originally walked past, but then suddenly stopped.

He walked back, took off his coat, which was stained with Otis's blood, and covered the body of the woman. He paused, as if he was trying to form words, and as if he didn't know what to say, and finally he said: "May you rest in peace."

Then he turned away, muttering:

"This doesn't look like me... damn Batman."

"Another time wasted."

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"Why?"

Darkseid spurted blood like fire from his mouth and nose, and Batman's back stab caused him to be severely wounded by the Anti-Monitor in an instant.

"You shouldn't forget that bullet." He heard Batman's voice.

"That bullet that can kill the New God, you used it to hit your ally!" Darkseid was furious: "You madman!"

He turned his head and saw that Batman had completely synchronized with the Dark Father, and his whole person became like him: "Do you know that theory? If there is a gun hanging on the wall, then he will definitely activate it, and the bullet will definitely It will shoot into someone’s forehead.”

Darkseid felt that Batman was completely crazy and that what he did did not benefit him at all.

Darkseid gritted his teeth: "Do you think I have no choice? That bullet didn't kill me, and it will be my turn to kill you next."

"You think I'm going to catch you without mercy?"

"I want you dead," he said.