Chapter 4384: Far Star Project (Part 9)

When Bruce walked in with documents, he just glanced at them but didn't say much. He projected the design drawing onto the screen and said, "First, we need a space station."

"This is the reason why I said Hal came just in time," Bruce said, "You and Carol should have quite a few friends related to the aerospace industry, right?"

Hal drank some coffee, nodded, and said with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Are you trying to take over the International Space Station, or are you trying to build a new one?"

"Of course, build a new one. However, I used brand-new technology and materials that can adapt to the needs of super-powered individuals. It's just that in terms of approval, it might..."

"I will contact Carol's father." Hal's state seemed better; he thought for a moment and said, "This might increase your budget, but it should be passable in the end."

"How long will it take?" Bruce asked.

"Depends on how much you are willing to increase the budget." Hal said, "Overall, this matter is not difficult. We just need to get space operation qualification certificates for all of us and modify our physical data slightly..."

The two of them discussed this issue. Diana was clearly exhausted; listening, her head began to droop, and then she slumped onto the table. But she only slept for a few minutes before she woke up suddenly.

"Ah!" she let out a short exclamation.

Bruce looked at her with concern and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I might have been yesterday..."

"You were injured yesterday, right?" Bruce asked, "You go back to rest first, ma'am. Later, I will have Victor send the meeting recording to you."

Diana nodded, not trying to be brave, and turned to leave. Bruce also looked at Arthur, whose face was not very good, and then said, "You go back too, Arthur. Go back to sleep for a while, and come over after you've rested."

Arthur nodded; actually, he wasn't that sleepy, but he really couldn't understand these technical problems. At the same time, he had a hidden sense of unease; he wanted to go back and call his father, so he also left.

But the remaining people couldn't leave. Bruce looked at Victor, who also had a not-so-good complexion, and asked, "I heard you can create or erase objects directly at the data level."

Victor, after all, wasn't injured, just consumed some physical strength and didn't sleep well last night; after drinking coffee, he was much clearer, nodded, and said, "Yes, erasing is simpler, but to create, you must have extremely precise data."

"Can you build this if you look at it?" Bruce handed over a drawing. After Victor looked at it, he said, "No problem, but you need to prepare materials."

"Not creating out of thin air?"

"Creating out of thin air?!" Victor widened his eyes and said, "I'm just a hacker, not God. No one can create matter out of thin air. What you see as erasing is actually just me moving data to another place. And creating is also using existing materials, changing the material's physical form, and then combining them."

"Actually, if you don't prepare materials, I can also misappropriate them from other places, but these aerospace materials are all quite important. If I accidentally dismantle an important part of a rocket when moving them, that's going to cost lives. So you'd better prepare materials in advance."

Bruce nodded and said, "Okay, I will prepare materials for you. Can I observe the creation process?"

"What do you mean 'can you observe'? You must observe! I didn't study this major; I can only see a rough idea of this design drawing; you must be the one to adjust the details." Victor spread his hands and said.

"About how long will it take to complete?"

"If the two of us cooperate tacitly, it will take about a week," Victor said, "This thing is very big, very complex, and linked ring by ring. To ensure precision, it can't be faster."

Bruce seemed satisfied with this speed. Immediately turning to J'onn and asking, "I heard that Martian civilization hasn't completely perished, so there might be some things on it that can be used. Can we go over and look for them? J'onn? J'onn?"

J'onn woke up suddenly, then nodded and said, "Oh, sure, take whatever you can use."

"Alright, I have nothing else to ask; Hal, you stay, let's confirm the details of the launch again."

Arthur and Diana, who went back to rest, didn't rest well either. Lying on the bed and squinting for a while, they couldn't sleep because of various annoying things. When eating lunch, their complexions were still that bad.

Hal tentatively asked, "How about you two go to the hospital to take a look?"

Both shook their heads at the same time; Diana said somewhat helplessly, "One of us is a demigod, one is a half-Atlantean; human doctors probably can't solve our problems."

"Then aren't there doctors in your ethnic groups?" Hal asked.

"Amazons generally use traditional herbs," Diana thought for a moment and said, "Because the divine constitution is very good, generally they don't get sick, and they recover very quickly after being injured, so medical development is..."

"I haven't gone back yet, but I heard Mera say that Atlanteans also rarely need treatment, or rather, seawater itself will make our wounds heal. I'm planning to go soak in the sea later."

Just as everyone was chatting, Diana heard a phone ring; she answered it, and then stood up from her chair with a "whoosh".

"What?! He went to the Amazon???"

After hanging up the phone, Diana's complexion became even paler. She said in a somewhat trembling tone, "Steppenwolf went to the Amazon! I have to go back immediately!"

"We'll go back with you," J'onn said, "We must find a way to drive him out of Earth, otherwise everyone will suffer."

The group set off immediately and rushed to the Amazon at the fastest speed. And at this time, the fighting had already started. On the Amazon coast, large swaths of Parademons were fighting with Amazon warriors.

Parademons are monsters with wings but covered in mechanical armor. Their individual combat power is not as good as female warriors, but there are too many of them, surrounding the Amazon coastline tightly. Diana felt like breaking down seeing this scene.

"I'll go back to Atlantis immediately to call for help," Arthur patted Diana's shoulder and said, "You guys hold Steppenwolf for a while, I'll be back soon."

Diana stabilized her mind and nodded. She knew that the Amazon's biggest problem was the lack of manpower; even if they were all soldiers, there weren't many of them. And there were too many Parademons; they needed enough armies to resist the impact.

Diana flew above the Amazon, starting to search for Steppenwolf's figure. The thing she was most worried about happened; the Amazon Queen's palace was a mess.

"Mother!!!" Diana roared and flew over. Sure enough, she saw Steppenwolf standing on the ruins, seemingly directing Parademons to search for something.

She rushed up and punched Steppenwolf in the back. Steppenwolf was ambushed, staggered twice, but soon stood firm and looked at Diana disdainfully.

"Where is my mother?!" Diana's eyes were splitting.

Steppenwolf showed a cruel smile and said, "She's dead; I killed her because she refused to tell me where the Mother Box is..."

"Don't listen to his nonsense," J'onn hurriedly flew over and said, "He didn't find your mother; he is trying to find her."

Steppenwolf turned his head suddenly, staring fixedly at J'onn. He realized he had been read, so he stopped caring about Diana and stared at J'onn to fight.

J'onn was not afraid of him; the two fought hand-to-hand, exchanging punches and kicks in the air, neither giving an inch. Although J'onn couldn't shake Steppenwolf, Steppenwolf couldn't do anything about the Martian Manhunter's intangibility, and for a while, they were deadlocked.

And Arthur, who was heading to Atlantis, also encountered obstacles. Although he had succeeded to the throne, the seven seas were quite dissatisfied with him; on one hand, he was an illegitimate child and a mixed-blood; even if he defeated Prince Orm, it wasn't that justified; on the other hand, he hadn't returned since he succeeded to the throne, staying on land every day; who could obey him?

Therefore, when Arthur said he wanted to send troops to help the Amazon, most of the kings refused. And Arthur wasn't Orm, who could destroy them because they refused. He had to go find Mera.

The Xebel Kingdom where Mera was located supported him quite a bit; after all, if Mera married Arthur, they would be the Queen's maternal clan. But the power of one kingdom was too thin. So Mera suggested that they could go to the Trench to seek help.

The so-called Trench, in fact, is where the sea people who were transformed into monsters gathered when Atlantis fell into the sea. Other kingdoms were very repulsed by them. But Mera knew that those monsters were not as fierce, brutal, and irrational as many people imagined; on the contrary, among them, there were also some kind ones, whose nature was simpler than other sea people.

"I accidentally entered there when I was young," Mera said while leading Arthur to swim toward the deep sea, "I was scared to death when I first saw those monsters, but I was sent back by a four-legged fish man who looked very ugly. At that time, I knew that using appearance to judge others is wrong."

"Is that so? Then what do you think of my appearance?" Arthur asked.

Mera looked at Arthur strangely. Logically speaking, this was a somewhat ambiguous hint, but having spent some time with Arthur, Mera understood that he was not the kind of person who would flirt regardless of occasion or location. Now that a great enemy was ahead, he shouldn't be in the mood, but Arthur seemed to have to find some topic to chat about, so he said that.

"You are certainly very good," Mera said, "In fact, I didn't want to choose Orm, partly because he wasn't strong enough, and his hairstyle was really too stupid, like a bald catfish; I didn't like it. I like the kind with lush hair."

Mera's words were close to an explicit hint. But Arthur just nodded absent-mindedly. Mera was instinctively a bit dissatisfied, but she was more worried.

"Are you okay? Arthur?"

"Oh, it's fine, I just feel a bit restless, maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Sorry."

"No need to be sorry," Mera shook her head and stroked his back; this was a sign of comfort in Atlantean etiquette. Arthur also shook his head, throwing the messy thoughts behind him, looked up, and saw the pitch-black Trench.

"We're here." ===== CHAPTER 4385 =====