Chapter 4294

Lex Luthor was pacing in his office. He was waiting for news. He had indeed cooperated with that woman several times. The other party was a qualified broker who helped him handle some dirty work that was hard to deal with. But letting them do this kind of thing was the first time.

Hopefully it would succeed. They had better succeed. The dark thoughts swirling in Lex's mind were almost about to become reality. If this time could succeed, perhaps...

The phone sounded an alarm again. Lex rushed over to pick up the phone. Before he could see the specific content of the alarm, a violent explosion sounded. He turned his head and watched helplessly as a violent explosion occurred over Luthor Manor.

"Damn it!" he cursed through gritted teeth.

Then he immediately realized that this was the thief from last night failing to steal and switching to home invasion. What kind of magic did this gem have that made them willing to cause such a big commotion?!

Unfortunately, the item wasn't in the manor. It wasn't even here with him. Although the gem was important, the most important thing was the clue on the mural. So he still had to wait for news here.

And over Luthor Manor, Diana looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. She hadn't actually attacked the manor, just used divine power to blow up a hilltop next to the manor, making it look like the manor had been attacked.

Before this, she had also punched the vault door once. Because only in this way could she trigger the security system's alarm. The other party would know she was determined to get it when they saw the big commotion she caused. If the item was really here, they would definitely find a way to transfer it.

After waiting for a long time and finding no one coming, Diana was somewhat disappointed. It seemed the item really wasn't in the manor. Could it be in Luthor Tower?

She took the Luthor Group as her first target, not because she had any grudge against Luthor. It was just that Luthor was relatively close to her. If she couldn't find any clues on Luthor's side, she would have to go on a business trip to investigate the Wayne Group.

Driving to the foot of the Luthor Group building, Diana found a spot. After staring for a while, she found she couldn't see anything. She thought about it, as if she had seen in a news report that Lex Luthor accepted interviews in his office, and there was a floor-to-ceiling window in his office.

Diana slipped to the roof of another building. Finding the angle was still a bit off, she jumped to another roof. This time she was finally able to see the floor-to-ceiling window, and with her amazing demigod vision, she saw Lex himself directly.

She could tell that Lex Luthor was very anxious. She instinctively felt that she had probably found the right place. But immediately after, Lex started making a phone call, and Diana realized something was wrong. Because she read the word "kidnap" from Lex's lip-reading.

Diana's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly realized that a strong dragon couldn't suppress a local snake. What British MI6, what royal family—on the U. S. East Coast, they couldn't possibly be the Luthor Group's match. If it was really Luthor who bought the snake tail, he could never let them take it back easily.

"Damn it," Diana cursed, rushing downstairs. She took out the business card she had received from Schiller earlier and dialed the number on it, but there was no response. Her heart gradually sank.

She began to somewhat regret getting involved in these things. She knew very well that neither the MI6 nor the Luthor Group was innocent. Even that merchant had hidden too many things. However, she also knew that she had to do this. Being targeted by an intelligence organization would bring endless trouble, and she didn't want to be held a grudge against by the petty British.

Picking up the phone, Diana chose to call the police. She called Schiller her friend and said he had gone missing, especially emphasizing his identity as a British merchant. But she didn't actually hold much hope. American police had always been very "accomplished" in their inaction.

She got in the car and thought carefully. The other party's dress and demeanor didn't look like someone who lacked money at all. Diana looked at the business card again; there was no address on it. This proved the other party didn't have a house here, so he should be staying at a hotel. The best hotel in Metropolis was the Luthor Hotel.

Diana couldn't help but wipe her face. She should have reminded the other party at the time that there weren't many people on the East Coast who could afford the snake tail, and Luthor was one of them. Staying at his hotel—wasn't that throwing himself into the net?

Along the way, Diana was regretting not reminding him one more time. After arriving at the Luthor Hotel, she took out the business card. The hotel front desk recalled for a moment and then said, "This gentleman just went out. Let me think, it was probably around 1:20..."

Diana took a deep breath; it was 1:30 now. That meant they had just missed each other. It was likely that Luthor had used some excuse to trick him out. She came to the hotel entrance again and asked the doorman. The doorman pointed her in a direction, and Diana hurriedly turned the car around to chase after him.

After chasing for a short while, Diana saw a Bentley. Again using her amazing vision, she saw Schiller's back. So she hurriedly accelerated and honked the horn, wanting to warn him.

Just as she was about to catch up, an SUV suddenly rushed out from the opposite lane and crashed straight into Schiller's Bentley. The huge impact caused the Bentley to spin twice on the road and hit a utility pole on the side. Schiller was hit until his head was bleeding, and he had clearly passed out.

Diana slammed on the brakes, stopped the car, and rushed out, but she was a step too late. Several people rushed out of the SUV, pulled open the Bentley's door, dragged Schiller out of the car, and then stuffed him into the SUV.

Diana wanted to fly up in her anxiety, but then thought of the look in Superman's eyes when he was taken away. She looked around, reached out to tap her forehead, sat back in the car, and followed the SUV as it drove toward the suburbs.

Lex's expression in the office became increasingly gloomy; a thought swirled in his mind, which was that the broker intended to double-cross him.

These guys were the most well-informed. They knew best what was being fought over on the streets or in private. What's more, those guys even dared to bomb his manor. There was no reason these hyenas wouldn't know about the snake tail.

If they intended to take the commission but not tell him the location of the collection, instead keeping it privately and selling it for a good price, he might never see that mural again. He had to do something.

When Schiller opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a chair. Blood flowed down his forehead, causing his eyelashes to stick together, making it difficult for him to blink.

A woman stood in the shadows, smiled at him, and said, "Beauty, we meet again."

Schiller looked up at her. Because the frame was broken, when he looked up, the glasses fell off. Upon seeing the full picture of those gray eyes, the woman's heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.

She didn't think this was being attracted. On the contrary, this was more like an escape signal issued by her body.

Suddenly, Schiller smiled and said, "You want the snake tail?"

"Yes. Tell me where it is, and you can suffer less."

Schiller shook his head gently; the woman wanted to persuade him further, but she heard Schiller say, "The most valuable gem on the snake tail is with Lex Luthor. The stone slab you can get from me probably only has historical and cultural value."

"Bullshit!" The woman couldn't care about fear; she rushed over and grabbed Schiller's hair, just about to take action, when the door was kicked open with a bang.

A whip wrapped around her wrist, dragging the woman directly to the ground. Diana rushed in and shouted, "Nobody move!"

Behind her were two people lying down, clearly the lackeys who had already been knocked out by her. Diana saw Schiller, who was covered in blood, but didn't rush over to untie him immediately; instead, she asked with a vigilant face, "What did you just say?"

Clearly, she had heard what Schiller said and realized this might be a scam. But soon, countless police swarmed in, and pitch-black gun barrels aimed at everyone.

"Nobody move! Drop your weapons!!!"

Diana cursed through gritted teeth. But the police had already seen her face. American police were particular about catching people with stolen goods; if they didn't see the person or the stolen goods, there was room to escape. But once seen face-to-face at the crime scene, running away again was resisting arrest.

How could Diana not know she had been tricked, but she still needed her social identity and couldn't be a fugitive. She didn't even want to expose her superpowers, so she had to raise her hands in full view of everyone.

Behind the police, she saw Lex Luthor's face. Diana's fists clenched. This must be a trap set by this bastard for her. Otherwise, how could he happen to appear here?!

Lex, however, wasn't paying attention to Diana. He looked at the dent on the door and the few people lying on the ground knocked out, only then looking at Diana.

"Damn it." Diana's heart sank to the bottom. She had been too anxious when she came and forgot to hide her strength. Lex Luthor was a smart man; he might have already seen that something was wrong.

And at this moment, the sheriff waved his hand and shouted, "Take them away!"

Diana couldn't help it and could only be handcuffed and taken into the police car. Similarly, the woman and her accomplices, as well as Schiller, were all taken into police cars.

Sitting in the police car, Lex clenched his fists. His breathing frequency was very fast, looking like he was about to suffocate.

"Are you alright, sir?" the officer beside him asked, "Don't be too nervous; if these terrorists really attacked your home, the court will definitely give a fair trial."

"Is that so?" Lex asked coldly, "Even if she can punch through a steel door?!"

"Just relying on you guys?!" Lex turned his head and stared fixedly at the officer, saying, "Just relying on you trash, can you stop these monsters who can crush ordinary people with a flick of their fingers?! In front of them, you are nothing!!!"

And in his heart, another sentence echoed—"... I am also nothing."

Seeming to have discovered that he was somewhat out of control, Lex took a deep breath, took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said, "Help me check someone. I've already sent you the photo."

A few dozen seconds later, the full set of information was sent to Lex's phone. The photo at the head was the face of Diana Prince, who was moving supplies in the trenches, as young as she was today.

When Lex closed his eyes, his expression was nothing short of despair. He was as stiff as a corpse, and various fragments flashed through his mind: the exploded alien spaceship, the explosion over Luthor Manor, the steel door deformed by a kick...

Afterward, his heart fell silent, entering a slow-flowing solid, just like sinking into asphalt. Everything around him slowed down, and only one thought launched from his left brain to his right brain like an arrow, making his ears ring and his head ache.

He saw his fingers type this sentence on the keyboard—"I'll help you get away, do one thing for me."

In another police car, the woman's phone screen lit up. She first looked at the officer's expression, found that the other party hadn't noticed, and then quickly glanced at the screen, blindly typing out a message.

"What thing?"

"Smallville, Kansas, Martha Kent."

?? Here it comes