Chapter 3925: MU: The Super-Body Event (Part 17)

Those blue eyes in Luthor's field of vision were like a quietly rotating planet. Perhaps Pluto, perhaps Neptune, or perhaps gazing at the Earth from a space station.

Alexander Luthor had never thought that one day he would use the cradle and hometown of humanity to compare to an alien he was incomparably vigilant and wary of. But besides this, he couldn't think of a more suitable scene to describe this moment.

But this expression soon disappeared, as if the glasses on the bridge of his nose suddenly propped up a shield. The blue eyes completely disappeared in the reflection of the lenses. The sniper bullet turned into powder and fell slowly from his palm. The other party pushed his glasses and said: "You should upgrade the glass quality, Mr. Luthor. Can we start the interview?"

After stopping for about a second, a burst of anger burned in Luthor's heart. Look, that's how it is, light and breezy, not caring at all. It was as if he hadn't just crushed a sniper bullet, but just dusted off the snow on his shoulder; as if he hadn't just saved the life of the smartest human in the world, but just picked up a stray cat or dog on the side of the road.

Doesn't he know what such a sniper bullet shooting into the head means to a human?

Doesn't he know how shocking it is for him to block a sniper bullet out of thin air?

Doesn't he know how much reward he can get for saving Alexander Luthor's life, and how honored he should be?

No, he doesn't know anything. This guy only knows how to stare with those innocent blue eyes and be an ignorant fool.

Luthor stood in place without moving. He looked in the direction of the shooting. Clark also stood quietly in place. This silent and indulgent attitude made Luthor even more furious.

"I need you to give me an explanation, Mr. Kent." Luthor turned his head suddenly and stared into Clark's eyes, "Why was I assassinated when you came to visit?"

"That's also what I want to ask you, Mr. Luthor. Why were you assassinated just when I came to visit?" Clark looked at him and said, "You know with me here, you won't die. So is this some kind of new trap?"

Very good, he didn't even pretend anymore. Luthor pursed his lips tightly and stared coldly at him. But Clark was still like that, tilting his head slightly and lowering his eyes, as if shy and not daring to look at people, but it didn't delay him at all from using the language of a gold-medal reporter to poke Luthor.

"Using the smartest brain in all of humanity to frame me, I'm afraid it's not very worth it, right?"

The anger in Luthor's heart dissipated. He paused for a moment, curled the corners of his mouth, and even had the mood to joke: "Perhaps I just wanted to provide you with a headline?"

"Then don't take such a risk. Next time, let him aim at your heart, so that when I intercept your bullet, I can stay away from you to prevent triggering your alien allergy."

Luthor was a bit unhappy again.

"Can we start the interview now, Mr. Luthor?" Clark lowered his head and flipped through his notebook and said.

About three kilometers away on the roof of the building, Lena looked at the telescope in confusion, fanned the wind with her hand by her ear, and said: "My brother couldn't have failed to calculate the trajectory of the sniper bullet; why hasn't he sent anyone over yet?"

Shiler was already putting the sniper rifle back into the box and said: "Don't wait, he won't come today."

"Why?" Lena turned her head and looked at him and said, "We are going to kill him, Lex isn't the kind of person who doesn't value his life. Just because I was used by the electronic lifeform, he almost broke with me, why isn't he looking for a killer now?"

"You, me, and the electronic lifeform together are not as important as the blue eyes interviewing him now. Learn more from him, Miss; getting rid of the electronic lifeform depends on you."

Shiler ignored the speechless Lena, carried the gun alone, went downstairs, walked on the side of the street, and answered the phone.

"Hello? Yes, I'm in Metropolis. What? Plane crash?!"

Shiler stopped his steps, rolled his eyes slightly to look at the surveillance camera on the lamppost beside him, restrained his expression, and said: "I'll go handle it right away."

After hanging up the phone, he called back to headquarters and said: "The CIA temporary project team's plane crashed, and the CIA director is on the plane. Organize an investigation team to Metropolis immediately, don't take a plane."

Shiler said while opening the car door and sitting in the driver's seat. This car was the same as the one that picked up Stark and the others before; it was a batch of special cars with magic engines urgently modified by the Arkham Batman, just to ensure the safety of his confidants.

Shiler drove the car to the Metropolis pier. As the second-largest deep-water port on the East Coast, it was still bustling with people even at night. He looked in a direction, but only saw a piece of empty darkness there.

At night, the sea is like a giant beast swallowing everything. Those romantic legends about the ocean and sailors are like the light bulbs hanging on the heads of anglerfish, attracting ignorant people to walk toward death.

Shiler stood at the intersection and looked left and right, and soon saw an advertising sign. He walked in the direction pointed by the advertising sign and saw a storefront with a revolving glass door pulling down the iron gate.

"Wait!" he rushed over and shouted, "Don't close the door yet, I want to rent a speedboat."

"Sorry, it's too late now, we have finished business." The man closing the door had a big belly. Shiler judged that he was the owner of this shop in about two seconds.

"I'm afraid you must rent it to me." Shiler showed his ID to him, and before the other party could speak, he said first, "You know people like me can't not carry a gun, it's just that we have no grudges, there's really no need to make it to that point."

The other party muttered a few words, but still resignedly opened the gate and said: "You are lucky, there is still a good little guy in the warehouse. You have to treat him well, they were all assembled by my own hands..."

Opening the warehouse door, Shiler lowered his head and got in, and then found that the boss didn't lie. These speedboats had been modified, not only colorful and beautiful, but the horsepower of the engine and the size of the fuel tank had also been changed, obviously very suitable for those young people who pursue excitement.

"They like to drive my little guys to the island opposite the most," the boss introduced, "The other eight were rented out and won't be back tonight. These two remaining are my best goods at the bottom of the box; without some relationship, I wouldn't rent them to them. You really don't break them for me..."

Shiler didn't say anything, signaled the boss to open the water gate in front of the warehouse. After the door opened, he took a stack of U. S. dollars from his pocket, stuffed them directly into the boss's shirt pocket, got on the speedboat himself, started the fire familiarly, and flew out, leaving only the boss standing in front of the door counting the banknotes with surprise.

The speedboat flew all the way. Shiler judged the direction based on the still bright starry sky of Metropolis, and soon found the island mentioned by the speedboat shop owner. There were some unclear firelights flickering on the shore, which should be the camping lights of the carnival party. Getting closer, colorful tents and men and women dressed in cool clothes appeared in the field of vision.

Shiler looked at the sea surface, but still couldn't see anything. He had to manipulate the speedboat to approach the young people's campsite, parked the speedboat after arriving, and walked toward that side.

"Oh hey, you are Richard? Why did you come so late?" A beauty in a bikini walked toward him and said, "We have all finished a round of high. You... oh, God, you didn't say you were so hot. It seems waiting is worth it, come quickly!"

After speaking, she threw herself into Shiler's arms. Shiler didn't dodge, just blocked her with his arm. The other party didn't get angry either, smiled and said: "You look like you have Asian blood, shy little boy. Let's go, let's go to the tent."

"Did you hear any sound just now?"

"Oh, you heard it too." The other party raised her eyebrows in surprise and said, "Those bastards are all high, and thought it was their hallucination. Only I don't like to engage in those things; I know it's not, it seems something fell down, perhaps a shooting star."

"It's a plane," Shiler said, "The CIA's plane. Do you still remember the direction the sound came from?"

The other party stared at him in surprise again and said: "I just wanted to say, you look a bit like a policeman. You are not Richard?"

"I am not—Agent Rodriguez." Shiler showed his ID to her and said, "I'm very sorry, no time to accompany you, Miss. The CIA director is also on that plane. The President gave a death order, to see the person alive or the corpse dead within four hours."

"My God, this kind of movie plot also happened to me. Can I have the honor to be your Bond girl?" The other party said with a smile.

"I'm afraid not, the thing that manipulated the plane to fall is very dangerous. However, if you can point me in a direction, I can treat you to a drink in advance." Shiler took out another stack of U. S. dollars from his pocket.

"Fine, seeing that you are a handsome guy. The sound came from that direction." The blonde beauty pointed in a direction and said, "I remember very clearly, because I was lying on the beach looking at the stars, it must be that direction. By the way, where are you going for administrative leave? Can we have a chance encounter?"

Shiler continued to walk back and looked back: "Hawaii, Miss. Perhaps."

Shiler continued to drive the speedboat toward the direction she pointed, and it didn't take long to see the crash site. This was actually a very small plane, there were not many people on the plane, the movement was not big, and there was no smoke or fire, it looked like it didn't disintegrate very seriously, the main body of the plane should have sunk, leaving some scattered parts floating on the sea surface.

Shiler drove the speedboat over, and instantly saw the brightly colored life slide with reflective strips, and several people wearing safety vests lying on it. Shiler saw Natasha's red hair at the first glance.

He drove the speedboat over with a tail flick, splashed them with water, and said: "You are too careless, knowing that the electronic lifeform can manipulate electronic equipment, yet choosing to fly a plane over."

"Anyway, it won't kill me." Natasha was fearless, "Isn't it fine? Just say whether you arrived or not."

Shiler was somewhat helpless, while calling the Arkham Batman to report the situation, he said: "Although people are fine, it definitely won't be that simple. This electronic lifeform's strategy has always been one ring after another..."

The phone was connected, and Shiler heard the Arkham Batman on the other side say: "He wants to pin the blame on you, creating a fake appearance of the FBI murdering the CIA director. Evidence has been obtained by some congressmen, now it depends on what they plan to do."

"Impeach me in Congress? Or unite to pressure you, demanding you change people?"

"Perhaps both. What do you plan to do?"

"I'm not working for you for the first day either. Choosing to come to trouble me at this time must have a reason. The only change during this period is that I will go to the Batcave to contact those two scientists. It probably already knows Doom and Stark are here."

"How would it know?" The Arkham Batman's tone had faint doubt, "The Batcave has undergone magic modification, I am very sure it cannot break through the shield, and it is impossible to have contact with the two of them."

"What if they took the initiative to contact it?"

"Why would they do that?"

"I'm afraid you don't understand the mad scientists of other universes well enough. When they have nothing to do, they can stir up universe-destroying level catastrophes; now that they've set their sights on an electronic life form, they won't just obediently stay in their cages conducting harmless safety research."