Chapter 4426

Bruce had already learned through the Battleworld channel that the Batmen of other universes were all developing magic, and they were faster and more competitive than the last. His own universe was about to suffer a disaster, and if he didn't take shortcuts, he would never catch up.

Perhaps also to help the backward universe, the main universe Batman revealed to him implicitly and explicitly who the biggest soft persimmon in the single universe was that could be fleeced. Bruce naturally followed the trend and didn't decline, setting his sights on Mount Olympus.

So far, all the Batmen who had taken action against Mount Olympus had succeeded. This was truly a fat sheep that anyone could fleece. However, the older Batman was indeed more particular; what he wanted was a legitimate name and a righteous cause.

Don't worry about who caused this explosion, and don't worry about why the Justice League appeared on Mount Olympus. Anyway, the result was that there were members of the Justice League around a big explosion that could blow up the entire temple. This matter happened on your territory, so you, Zeus, have to be responsible. Humans are in a time of many troubles now and don't have time to deal with you for the moment. When Batman has time, you must make some contributions to the human magic defense network.

In short, this was a strategy to kill three birds with one stone. First, it solved Diana's heart disease, at least allowing her to see her sisters one more time.

Then, it allowed Victor to logically absorb the Mother Box in the Amazon Queen's hand. This was actually not easy; if ordinary methods were used, it would likely be very difficult to achieve, after all, that was someone else's property, and it wasn't something you could get just because you wanted it.

Although Diana did it this time, the Amazon Queen didn't lose out either. After all, the previous casualties were indeed heavy, which was a big blow to the Amazons; now that the warriors were all resurrected, the Queen's prestige could rise to a higher level.

In addition, there was another very important thing, which was that this time Hera's face was severely slapped. The Amazon Queen and Hera had always been at odds, and with such a big incident on Mount Olympus this time, Hera's face looked as ugly as the bottom of a pot, and the Amazon Queen was also very happy.

Finally, and most importantly for Batman, it gave him a legitimate excuse to kill his way to Mount Olympus. If asked, it was to get back at them for the Justice League, and to borrow your head for a use.

Of course, there was also an unexpected joy that Bruce hadn't anticipated. Just when he and Shiler were planning the next step, Arthur suddenly arrived, and he was actually holding that cube in his hand.

Bruce walked over to greet him, and Arthur directly stuffed the cube into Bruce's arms. This was also the first time Shiler had seen this calculating, insidious Bat truly get scared.

Bruce froze completely, holding that cube, not knowing whether to take it or throw it, fearing that if he moved, the thing would explode.

Arthur, however, was very satisfied with this prank of his; he laughed out loud, and then he clapped his hands and said, "I can't handle it, it's yours."

Bruce came back to his senses, carefully placed the cube on the experimental table beside him, and then said, "What's wrong?"

"Atlantis cannot hold onto such a treasure," Arthur shook his head and said, "Greed is the root of all evil. And Atlantis cannot withstand any more impacts. Anyway, no one knows how to use this thing in our hands, and it attracts people's attention. It's better to just give it to you; you figure it out."

"You are very smart, Arthur." Bruce evaluated from the bottom of his heart.

"Can't catch up to you, Batman. No need for Victor to make a trip to my place; Atlantis cannot withstand an explosion."

Once these words were out, Bruce knew that Arthur had already seen that what happened on Mount Olympus was completely a setup, and he was also dissatisfied. Bruce thought about it, and then said, "One hundred billion."

"What?" Arthur asked somewhat confusedly.

"In the next three years, the Wei En Group will invest one hundred billion US dollars in marine ecological protection and garbage collection. Striving to contribute our part to the healthy development of the Earth's oceans."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!!" Arthur almost choked himself to death. This was no longer ordinary money power; this was a money-man among money-men. Just opening and closing his mouth was one hundred billion; even a money printing machine would have to print for a while, right?

Bruce, however, seemed completely unaware, and he said, "How this money is used is up to you to decide; after all, no one understands the ocean better than Aquaman. Of course, there are also many professionals within the group at your disposal. If you feel it's still not enough, I can persuade Alexander Luthor. After all, the Luthor Group is also a coastline group. If you are willing to show your hand, the estimated investment might rise to two hundred billion."

"No, no, no! Enough! Enough!!" Arthur hurriedly waved his hands and said, "That's enough, one of you is enough. If this continues, I have no way to guarantee that I will still be a good person whose soul won't be corrupted by money. In fact, I can't really guarantee it now either."

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Bruce shook his head and said, "Atlanteans are a part of the ocean, and you are their leader. Protecting you well is protecting the sea people, and protecting the sea people is protecting the ocean. These terms will be written into the project and foundation's treaty. You can completely..."

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Arthur's hands were already waving into afterimages; his beard was even sticking up, and his whole person was in a state of being bristled. In the end, he didn't even have time to say anything more and just fled in a panic.

Shiler looked at his back and smiled, then said, "You really have a way."

"The Justice League has me as its core. I can naturally help them in my own way. I will personally go and hand this thing to Dr. Stone. You keep an eye on the Presidential Palace."

"Rest assured," Shiler said, "I'll go over there now."

The Presidential Palace was originally in Washington, but because Clark didn't like it there and it was too far from the Justice League, communication and exchange were inconvenient. So he simply returned to his old profession and moved the Presidential Palace to Metropolis, physically moving it.

Now, the White House and Wei En Tower looked at each other from afar, and it was only a ten-minute drive from the Hall of Justice. The security was indeed far worse than in Washington, but the President didn't really need security anymore.

This actually made it convenient for Shiler; he was just in the Batcave, making plans with Batman, and in the blink of an eye, he could go to work at the Presidential Palace, with neither side being delayed.

Returning to the Presidential Palace, Clark was still working conscientiously. Shiler handed over the information and said, "The people keeping watch discovered that someone had returned to Dr. Oerter's laboratory in Colorado in the past few days. It looks like they went to retrieve equipment."

"Didn't catch them?"

"Didn't take action, playing the long game to catch a big fish. The agents following that group reported that the other party should be rushing to the East Coast. This proves that Dr. Oerter should not be far from us."

"Must find him as soon as possible, otherwise who knows when it will explode." Clark said with some worry, "Can Dr. Oerter's equipment observe Mars?"

"It could before."

"Then now..."

"It's normal for equipment to age and not work," Shiler said, "Moreover, Dr. Oerter destroyed a lot of information before he died. NASA also has a very serious gap in this regard. It's unlikely they can restore the machine, but they might choose to try."

"Keep an eye on NASA, as well as production lines for various parts that can be used; we should be able to catch their trail."

"This is good news for us," Shiler continued, "They still need equipment, rather than directly announcing the news and hyping up public opinion, which proves that they feel the evidence they have is not enough, or rather, not detailed enough."

"Maybe it's just Dr. Oerter who thinks so," Clark said, "After all, we really did catch a batch of fakes. Experts from various fields have come to study them. Barry's parents died long ago, but now two people exactly like them have appeared. This is ironclad proof of the existence of Martians. Dr. Oerter is an insider; he will believe the research results of this group of scientists more than others. That's why he wants to conduct further investigations."

"I think it's another reason." Shiler said, "Perhaps his research data leans more toward the current situation being true."

Clark narrowed his eyes, and Shiler continued to explain: "Remember Colonel Jones? Did you initially see that he was a Martian?"

Clark was stunned, then suddenly realized, and he said: "So Martians really have the ability to disguise? This isn't something you guys made up?!"

"This is Bruce's brilliance. This lie he fabricated is ninety percent false, but it's this one percent of truth that makes it impossible for anyone to refute. Martians can indeed disguise themselves to be exactly like humans."

Shiler took a breath and continued: "I don't know much about Martians either, but I heard that they don't just disguise themselves, but perform molecular-level reorganization. That is to say, if they turn into humans, then they are humans at the molecular level. No one who comes can discover it."

"No wonder I couldn't tell." Clark said.

"Dr. Oerter, as someone who has had close contact with Martians, must know about this ability of theirs. J'onn must have told him, and even shown it to him. So, even if he knows Martians are extinct, he has no way to guarantee that no other Martians have come to Earth like J'onn. He can't determine if there are any, nor can he determine the quantity. So his judgment of the current situation must be conservative."

Clark nodded; he felt that Shiler was right. If Dr. Oerter retained his scientific research level and spirit from before he died, he shouldn't assert that the current events were completely fake, but would only feel that times had changed and the situation had altered.

However, the people manipulating him from behind wouldn't think so. Whether it was the person who resurrected him or the person who took him away, their goal was to overturn the current situation.

The Martian invasion matter, making people raise their vigilance against resurrected people, was clearly not what that so-called Death wanted. As long as the lie could be confirmed, it would be greatly beneficial to him. And those die-hard opposition factions naturally also wanted to rely on this to pull Clark down from his position.

That's why they rushed to the laboratory without stopping, wanting to get the original equipment back, and press Dr. Oerter's head to research, so that he could produce more conclusive evidence to prove that Martians were already extinct and the Martian invasion was a complete lie.

It wasn't that they didn't want to fabricate it out of thin air. But the problem was that experts in the industry all over the world had already confirmed that Barry's parents were dead, and the resurrected pair were fakes; this was evidence of sufficient weight. Dr. Oerter's weight alone wasn't enough, and even his previous research results weren't enough. They had to get more conclusive evidence to turn the tables in one fell swoop.

"Waiting like this is not a way." Clark thought about it, then looked at Shiler and said, "Aren't you the best at fishing? Find a way to cast a line and fish them all up."

Shiler looked at him and revealed a smile: "Yes, Mr. President."

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