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The other person's voice was concise and clear.
"Is such that……"
Black Thunderbolt also explained the difficult situation he was facing. He tried to seek help from his "agent" on the other end of the phone, but the agent fell into a long silence after hearing this.
"Ok?"
Black Thunderbolt sensed something was wrong.
"Did you promise me that joining the reserves, getting a license, and enjoying a range of assistance would be my way?" He lowered his voice, but his tone still carried a hint of accusation.
"Um... but my brother's comics, no, I mean, my brother who was in charge of drafting the details, never mentioned how to handle this kind of thing."
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded helpless, as if they had touched on a blind spot in their knowledge.
"If you can't fix it, give me my money back! Damn it! Give me my money back!" Black Thunder was so angry that his whole body was crackling with electricity, as if he was about to awaken a new ability. He was truly furious and felt like he had been scammed.
Upon hearing about the refund...
The person on the other end of the phone panicked immediately.
After all, the money had already been spent, and the things they bought had exploded.
"I didn't say I wouldn't help you find a solution. Well, how about this: when our management strategist returns, he'll definitely be able to come up with a perfect solution for you."
"You have to trust his intelligence; he's the smartest person in our family... in our department." The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse, sounding anxious to explain.
They lowered their voices, as if they were hiding in some corner.
"Can you really solve it? I don't think your organization is a legitimate one." Black Thunderbolt didn't really believe the boy, but he believed the heat radiating from the boy's eyes.
"Of course it's a legitimate organization. Don't doubt our background—in fact, if you can pay enough, I can even get you Superman's underwear."
"You'll have to pay extra if it's not washed."
When the other person mentioned selling goods, they seemed to perk up instantly.
only.
Black Thunderbolt fell silent for a moment.
"I don't want that stuff, I just want to get rid of this problem." He said helplessly, increasingly feeling that the other party was unreliable, but he really couldn't find any other connections in the upper-class hero circle.
"understand!"
The other person suddenly lowered their voice.
"I'm hanging up now, I have to go serve the Flash, he's so difficult to deal with." With that, the mysterious man hung up the phone, leaving Black Lightning looking bewildered with his phone going dead.
"The Flash really did come to Metropolis! And he must be going to a high-end superhero gathering!" Thinking this, Black Lightning looked enviously in the direction the Flash had left earlier.
He wanted to use this to figure out the location of the gathering—of course, no matter how smart Black Lightning was, he would never get any results, since the Flash he saw was actually someone else.
far away.
Suburbs.
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +13]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +12]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +14]
……
The real Flash searched three of Lex Luthor's factories, but his luck wasn't great. However, he did make some good stuff, grabbing some of the factory's premium drinks and going on a rampage.
along the way.
On the way to the next factory.
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +11]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +14]
[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +11]
Within a few minutes' walk.
Ian immediately filled his stomach to the brim.
【Savage Tyrant lv7 [22/640]】
Strength: 62-76
Physical fitness: 80-90
Intelligence: 4.8 - 5.1
[Mental state: 36-39]
[Upgrade Reward: +1 Job Skill Point]
Ian had become quite adept at using his exoskeleton legs, and maintaining his unparalleled speed, he began charging toward yet another of Luther's suburban factories.
Actually, this isn't really a waste of time.
After all, it has the speed boost from the exoskeleton calf.
Everything happened.
Both can be described as happening in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, the additional power boost gave Ian a bit more confidence. He still couldn't figure out what Reverse-Flash meant by the beginning of the Justice League's downfall.
"Also, the pain of losing loved ones will make us grow... Is it another Superman's death? No, it's not like that, because Reverse-Flash said that today is just the beginning of the Justice League's downfall." Ian, who had been in a shared brain state, had an astonishing computing ability. He seemed to suddenly realize something and his expression changed drastically.
A terrible thought flashed through the boy's mind, which made him suddenly jump up, make a 360-degree turn, and run towards the city center without hesitation.
It's raining heavily.
Ian looked anxious.
At this moment.
His original destination was the factory.
In fact, they were already very close behind him.
That was a sewage treatment plant.
The interior was completely quiet.
There are no employees.
There are only two superheroes in the basement.
The basement was dimly lit.
The air was filled with the smell of metal and chemical reagents.
“No wonder I couldn’t find this place before.” Superman stroked the thick wall, which was filled with a thick layer of lead plates that could block his superhuman vision.
As for the innermost layer...
It is inlaid with some unknown rare metal. Superman and Wonder Woman have already tested it, and this unknown metal can even block his hearing.
“It seems Luthor really does know how to guard against you.” Wonder Woman’s Lasso of Truth glowed faintly in the darkness as she surveyed her surroundings, a bad premonition rising within her.
“Whatever Luthor doesn’t want you to find out, it’s definitely not a good thing,” Diana said firmly, after all, Luthor’s reputation was known to all the superheroes on Earth.
"Yes, that's Luther."
Superman was also very certain of Diana's judgment.
The two continued descending the steel staircase, their footsteps unusually clear in the enclosed space. As they went deeper, the air began to fill with an even stronger, more pungent smell of chemicals.
It had a faint smell of blood.
"That's the smell of Kryptonian blood, or more precisely, the smell of my blood... but there's something else too." Superman's sense of smell far surpasses that of many people whose superpower is smell.
He wrinkled his nose.
His gaze grew even more serious.
“Your clone must be hidden here by Luthor.” Diana’s nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Superman’s, but she did sense that this underground base was unusual.
Such a huge investment of funds was required for construction.
It certainly isn't some ordinary research base.
The two continued down a narrow staircase, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The deeper they went, the more oppressive the air became. At the top of the stairs was a heavy metal door, bearing the LexCorp logo. Just as Wonder Woman was about to step forward, Superman melted the lock with his heat vision.
"Zizzizi~"
The heat rays dissolved all the metals.
The room hidden behind the metal door was revealed.
I saw.
It was a secret room.
In the center of the secret room stood a huge cross, with a dying person chained to it.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Superman and Wonder Woman both froze in shock—it was another Clark! Beneath the messy black hair was a face exactly like Clark's!
Of course, there were also subtle differences. Clark's skin, which was bound, was a sickly grayish-white with purple veins and dark green stuff flowing in them.
The "S" logo on Superman's chest was corroded and became incomplete by some kind of acidic substance.
It's completely blurry.
"This is the clone you were talking about? It's terrifying." Wonder Woman unconsciously took a half step back, the light from the Lasso of Truth illuminating her taut jawline.
This is genuinely nerve-wracking.
After all, most of the members of the Justice League have been beaten up by Superman.
Diana was no exception.
She truly knows how painful it is to be beaten up by Superman.
"Luther... what is he doing?"
Superman did not answer Wonder Woman's question.
His gaze was fixed on the seemingly ordinary wall behind the cross, his pupils contracting sharply, as if he could see something terrifying through that wall.