Chapter 4362: Justice League: Assembly (17)

"Victor, you still have to save someone." Seeing his son calm down, Dr. Stone continued to speak, "Luthor was also kidnapped by them. When we were taken away, he hung his pen on my pocket. At first, I didn't understand why he wanted to do that, but now that I think about it, it should have been to give you a hint. He is a smart person, just walked down the wrong path for a while. But no matter what, he doesn't deserve to be manipulated by that bunch of politicians. We have to find a way to get him out."

"Where is he?" Victor asked.

"I'm not too sure. He only guessed that the politicians, in order to guard against your superpowers, would bring me here. But he himself..."

"Hello?... Hello???"

Victor suddenly heard a voice coming from mid-air. He looked toward that direction as if he had seen a ghost, and then he heard this voice continue to say to him: "No need to come save me, I've already escaped."

Victor played this voice, and Dr. Stone also heard it. He said: "Lex, is that you? How are you?"

"At the time they caught me, it was only because I was off guard, but this time I stayed in the lab for a full week. They still want to control me so easily? Dream on!"

"It's good that you're fine," Dr. Stone said, "You have to find a safe place to hide; they definitely won't let it go."

"Forget it. That bunch of people are the best at pushing their luck, so blindly turtling up and defending isn't going to work. But the situation is indeed a bit critical right now; I need to take back the Luthor Group first, otherwise, I have no capital to fight them."

"Do you need my help?" Victor pressed his earpiece and said.

"No need. The most important thing you guys need to do right now is to make sure you don't fall into their hands again. If you really get controlled by them, I'm afraid a world war is going to break out."

Victor originally wanted to agree immediately. He thought to himself, he was so strong, who could control him? But the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back. The other party indeed couldn't control him, but his father was a normal person after all, the kind who would die if hit by a bullet.

Unless he could follow him 24 hours a day, otherwise, no matter what he did, there was a possibility of someone finding a loophole. And he wasn't some great tycoon with a safe house. So what exactly should he do?

"I'll recommend a candidate to you," Lex said on the other end of the phone, "Go find Bruce Wei En. They haven't targeted him yet, so that side is temporarily safe. Once I make progress here, it won't be too late for you to return to Metropolis."

Victor was still a bit hesitant. He did know Bruce Wei En, but that guy was in Cat Getan. This city was simply a nightmare. Dr. Stone, however, had already started walking, and he said: "Sometimes, prejudice is also a kind of power. Everyone knows Cat Getan is hard to deal with; they will definitely have concerns before reaching out, which is a good thing for us instead."

Victor nodded, which could be considered agreeing with this view. A helicopter that had already crashed flew out from one side, Dr. Stone got on the plane, and Victor followed behind flying.

With Victor escorting them, no modern machinery dared to pull his whiskers. This journey was quite steady, and Dr. Stone even had a nap on the plane. By the time he woke up, they had already reached the sky above Cat Getan.

Victor still hadn't figured out how to explain it to Bruce Wei En; after all, his current image was no different from a terrorist. These great tycoons all had a bit of persecution mania, and even if he knew his father, he might not necessarily accept him.

Unexpectedly, Bruce was already waiting at the entrance of the manor. He walked up and shook hands with Dr. Stone, then said: "I've long admired you, Doctor. I often hear Clark mention you."

"You flatter me." Dr. Stone smiled and said, then he introduced to Bruce, "This is my son, Victor Stone."

Bruce also walked up and shook hands with Victor. Victor's face was somewhat serious, and he kept sizing up Bruce. Data analysis told him that this person was not simple.

But he didn't expect that after walking into the hall, he found there were many people who weren't simple. The youth watching TV on the left looked plain, but the radio waves around him were very wrong. The big guy eating Oreos on the right was even stranger; he looked like he didn't exist.

As soon as Victor walked in, he also attracted the attention of the two. The big guy walked over, patted him on the shoulder, but didn't say anything. And the youth sitting on the sofa waved at him, which counted as a greeting.

Victor felt slightly relieved; it seemed there were quite a few freaks here at Bruce Wei En's place, perhaps it would be helpful for his subsequent plans.

This matter absolutely couldn't just end like this. He had to avenge his mother. Victor gritted his teeth in his heart, but just as his father said, this matter couldn't be rushed. If a war really broke out, the ones who would suffer the most would still be the people at the bottom. He had to plan slowly.

These things kept lingering in Victor's mind. But just at this moment, his phone rang. After he answered it, a voice came from the other side.

"Hello, this is A. R. G. U. S. The Capitol building can't wait any longer, have you considered it?"

"GET OUT!!!!!!!!"

With a *pop*, the phone was hung up. Schiller spread his hands helplessly and said: "The other party's resistance is too strong, I can't help it either..."

The female agent sitting behind him was puzzled. What kind of disaster star was this person reincarnated as? Why did every super-powered individual he contacted immediately run into trouble, and every time it was a big one?

Now the news that the entire prison had been erased had spread, and every faction was quite frightened. But for the Capitol building, it was a good thing that Victor didn't join; otherwise, what if he got excited and erased the Capitol building?

So this matter could only end like this. If such a terrorist wouldn't be recruited, then so be it. But the current situation was just as Schiller said, the Capitol building couldn't wait any longer.

The current situation was that the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for the ruling party, because the opposition party was already demanding a recount. Originally, the vote trend was favorable to the ruling party, so of course, they couldn't allow it. Only by moving the Capitol building back as soon as possible could the vote counting be finalized. Therefore, every department was under immense pressure.

A. R. G. U. S. naturally bore the brunt. However, the monitoring agents went from one to three, the entire department base was completely taken over by agents, and Schiller was also working around the clock without sleep, communicating actively and organizing effectively. His work attitude couldn't be faulted in the slightest.

Now some people were wondering if the Congressmen were having a bad year; otherwise, how could it be that every one they looked for failed?

"Don't worry, I have a backup plan," Schiller cleared his throat and said after taking a sip of water, "You should know something about Atlantis, right?"

Several agents looked at each other. Their levels were actually quite high, and they had come into contact with some things outside the ordinary human world. One of them spoke up: "As far as I know, the Sea People have never been friendly to humans. And they can control seawater, aren't you afraid they'll flood Metropolis?"

"What are you talking about?" Schiller couldn't help but look back and then said, "We're going to ask them for help, how could they flood Metropolis?"

The agent's mouth opened, and he replied in his heart: "Didn't we also ask people for help before? What was the result?"

"Impossible, this time it will definitely succeed," Schiller said confidently, "As far as I know, the eldest son of the Queen of Atlantis has a father in a certain seaport city..."

"No, no! Stop!" The female agent hurriedly reached out to stop him and said, "I think dealing with these super-powered individuals shouldn't be too aggressive. Victor Stone's father was threatened, and he directly destroyed a prison. If this eldest son of the Queen is threatened, wouldn't he directly flood Metropolis? I think we should take some gentle measures, such as buying them off with benefits..."

Clearly, it wasn't that they had become kind, but that they were truly scared.

"Is that so." Schiller touched his chin and then said, "There seems to be some movement in the Caribbean recently. I heard it's the Sea People making trouble. Let's go check what's going on."

Thus, A. R. G. U. S. became busy. It had to be said that the team Amanda left behind was actually quite good, although it was also possible that the pressure was too great, stimulating their potential. Not long after, they investigated what was going on.

After all, the heir to the throne, Orm, wasn't even pretending; he directly annexed many small countries in the Caribbean Sea, claiming that if they didn't support him in seizing the throne, he would flood the entire American continent.

Wasn't this something humans were familiar with? It was nothing more than the business of fighting for the throne. Now it seemed Orm was arrogant and must have something to rely on. As long as they could lend a helping hand to that mysterious eldest son at this time, it would definitely be like sending charcoal in snowy weather. If he eventually seized the throne, to thank humans, helping them move a Capitol building wouldn't be a big deal, right?

More importantly, humans were helping throughout the process and didn't threaten anyone's family. This time there was no reason for them to cause trouble for them, right?

"Alright, now let's think about how we can help this eldest son get the throne." Schiller proposed a topic. Whether they were willing or not, everyone offered suggestions one after another.

"How about finding super-powered individuals to help him?"

"How many super-powered individuals can we contact now?"

"Uh..." The person who made the suggestion paused and then said, "If you're talking about having some superpowers, we can still contact quite a few."

"What important role do you think the superpower of bending spoons can play in the battle for the throne?"

The other party immediately had nothing to say, and then another person stood up and said: "We can use modern weapons to strike his opponents."

"Did you forget where Atlantis is? At that depth, human's most powerful diving equipment can't go down. And you're talking about modern weapons."

"How about we perform some genetic modification on him?"

"Stop, stop, stop," the agent behind reached out again and said, "Don't indulge in fantasy here. Let's investigate first, see what's going on with Atlantis, and then think of a way."

Others naturally had nothing to say and started working hard. Investigating back and forth, they really did find some clues.

"The Golden Trident?" Schiller looked at the information brought by his subordinate and then said, "Does this thing really exist?"

"According to our investigation, yes," the subordinate said, "And it seems to have existed a long time ago. It is the weapon of the ancestors of the Atlanteans, buried in the distant Dark Domain, possessing extremely powerful strength. Whoever gets it can rule Atlantis."

"How is this kind of news known?"

"Back then, the Queen could come ashore, and other Sea People didn't run ashore any less," the agent behind Schiller said, "Moreover, this thing doesn't seem to have been forged by the Sea People; other races also left legends among human groups."

"That's interesting," Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Find a way to send people to look for it. Even if we can get some location clues, it can help this prince seize the throne faster." ===== CHAPTER 4363 =====