amaotonovel Chapter 4369 The Justice League Assembles (7)
Chapter 4369 The Justice League Assembles (7)
Chapter 4369 Justice League: Assemble (Seventeen)
“Victor, you still have to rescue someone.” Seeing his son calm down, Dr. Stone continued, “Luther has also been kidnapped. When we were taken away, he hung a pen on my pocket. At first, I didn’t understand why he did that, but now I think it was probably to give you a hint. He’s a smart man, he just went astray for a moment. But no matter what, he doesn’t deserve to be manipulated by those politicians. We have to find a way to get him out.”
"Where is he?" Victor asked.
“I’m not entirely sure. He just guessed that politicians would bring me here to guard against your superpowers. But he himself…”
"Hello?...Hello???"
Victor suddenly heard a voice from mid-air. He looked in that direction as if he had seen a ghost, and then he heard the voice say to him, "You don't need to come to save me. I'm already free."
Victor played the audio aloud, and Dr. Stone heard it too. He said, "Lex, is that you? How are you?"
"They only caught me off guard back then because I wasn't on guard, but this time I've been in the lab for a whole week. They think they can control me that easily? Dream on!"
“I’m glad you’re alright,” Dr. Stone said. “You need to find a safe place to hide; they’re definitely not going to let this go.”
"Come on. These guys are the most opportunistic, so just staying on the defensive won't work. But the situation is indeed a bit critical right now. I need to take back the Luther Group first, otherwise I won't have the resources to fight them."
"Do you need my help?" Victor asked, pressing a button on his headset.
"No need. The most important thing you need to do now is to make sure you don't fall into their hands again. If you really get under their control, a world war might break out."
Victor was about to agree immediately. He thought, with his strength, who could control him? But he swallowed the words back. The other party certainly couldn't control him, but his father was, after all, an ordinary person, the kind who would die from a single bullet.
Unless she could stay by his side 24/7, there was always a chance someone would take advantage of her. And he wasn't some super-rich man with a safe house. So what should she do?
“I have a recommendation for you,” Lex said on the other end of the phone. “Go find Bruce Wayne. They haven’t targeted him yet, so it’s safe there for now. You can go back to Metropolis once I’ve made some progress here.”
Victor hesitated. He knew Bruce Wayne, but that guy was in Gotham. This city was a nightmare. Dr. Stone, however, had already started to leave. He said, "Sometimes, prejudice is a force. Everyone knows Gotham is difficult to deal with, so they'll have some reservations before they reach out, which is actually a good thing for us."
Victor nodded, agreeing with this view. A helicopter that had already crashed flew out from the side, Dr. Stone boarded the plane, and Victor followed behind.
With Victor protecting them, no modern machinery dared to provoke them. The journey was quite smooth, and Dr. Stone even managed to take a nap on the plane. When he awoke, they were already over Gotham.
Victor hadn't figured out how to explain it to Bruce Wayne yet; after all, his current appearance wasn't much different from that of a terrorist. These wealthy men often suffer from paranoia; even if they knew their own fathers, they might not accept them.
Unexpectedly, Bruce was already waiting at the manor gate. He stepped forward, shook hands with Dr. Stone, and said, "I've heard so much about you, Doctor. I've often heard Clark mention you."
“You flatter me,” Dr. Stone said with a smile, then introduced Bruce, “This is my son, Victor Stone.”
Bruce stepped forward and shook hands with Victor. Victor's expression was somewhat serious; he kept scrutinizing Bruce. Data analysis told him that this man was no ordinary person.
But upon entering the hall, I was surprised to find that there were many extraordinary people among them. The young man on the left, watching TV, seemed unremarkable, but the energy emanating from him was off. The large man on the right, eating an Oreo, was even stranger; he appeared to be nonexistent.
Victor's entrance drew the attention of the two men. The taller man walked over and patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing. The younger man, sitting on the sofa, waved to him, which was his way of greeting him.
Victor felt slightly relieved. It seemed that Bruce Wayne had quite a few oddballs around, which might be helpful to his future plans.
This matter cannot be left unresolved. He must avenge his mother. Victor gritted his teeth inwardly, but like his father had said, this matter could not be rushed. If a war were to break out, the most unfortunate would be the common people. He had to proceed cautiously.
These thoughts kept swirling in Victor's mind. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a voice on the other end.
"Hello, this is the Sky Eye Society. The Capitol Building can't wait any longer. What's your decision?"
"roll!!!!!!!!"
The phone slammed down with a "click," and Schiller helplessly spread his hands, saying, "The other party's resistance was too strong; there was nothing I could do..."
The female agent sitting behind him was puzzled. What kind of jinx was this guy? Why did every superhuman he contacted immediately run into trouble, and it was always something serious?
News of the entire prison's annihilation has spread, and every faction is terrified. However, for the Capitol, Victor's absence is a good thing; otherwise, what if he impulsively wiped out the entire Capitol?
So this is the only way things can be. If they don't want to confess to these terrorists, they don't have to. But as Schiller said, the Capitol can't wait any longer.
The current situation is that the longer it drags on, the worse it is for the ruling party, because the opposition has already demanded a revote. The vote was initially in the ruling party's favor, so they obviously can't accept that. The only way to ensure a smooth vote count is completed as quickly as possible by moving the parliament building back. Therefore, every department is under immense pressure.
Sky Eye naturally took the lead. However, the number of surveillance agents increased from one to three, and the entire department base was completely taken over by the agents. Schiller worked tirelessly, communicating actively and organizing effectively. His work attitude was impeccable.
Some people are now wondering if members of Congress are just having a run of bad luck, otherwise how could they keep getting rejected by one member after another?
“Don’t worry, I have a backup plan.” Schiller cleared his throat, took a sip of water, and said, “You should know something about Atlantis, right?”
The agents exchanged glances. They were all high-ranking and had some experience outside of ordinary society. One of them spoke up, "As far as I know, the sea creatures have never been friendly to humans. And since they can control the sea, aren't you afraid they'll flood Metropolis?"
“What are you talking about?” Schiller couldn’t help but look back, then said, “We went to them for help, how come they flooded Metropolis?”
The agent opened his mouth slightly, then thought to himself, "Weren't we also looking for help before? And what happened?"
“Impossible, this time it will definitely work,” Schiller said confidently. “As far as I know, the eldest son of the Queen of Atlantis has a father in a certain port city…”
"No, no, no! Stop!" The female agent quickly raised her hand to stop her, saying, "I think we can't be too aggressive in dealing with these superpowered individuals. Victor Stone's father was threatened, and he destroyed a prison. If this so-called eldest son of the Queen is threatened, wouldn't he just flood Metropolis? I think we should take some gentler measures, like using benefits to bribe him..."
Clearly, it's not that they've become kinder; it's that they're genuinely afraid.
“I see.” Schiller stroked his chin and said, “There seems to be some commotion in the Caribbean lately. I heard it’s the work of sea creatures. Let’s go check it out.”
So, Sky Eye Society got busy. It must be said that the team Amanda left behind was quite capable; of course, it's also possible that the pressure was too great, bringing out their full potential. They quickly found out what had happened.
After all, the heir to the throne, Orm, didn't even bother with a pretense. He directly annexed many small countries in the Caribbean Sea and declared that if they didn't support his attempt to seize the throne, he would flood the entire American continent.
Don't humans know this stuff? It's just a power struggle, right? Right now, Orm seems arrogant; he must have something to rely on. Offering help to that mysterious eldest son at this time would be a godsend. If he ultimately seizes the throne, helping them move the Capitol Building in gratitude wouldn't be a big deal, would it?
More importantly, humans have been helping us the whole time and haven't threatened our families, so they have no reason to cause us any trouble, right?
"Alright, now let's think about how we can help this eldest son obtain the throne," Schiller proposed. Whether voluntary or not, everyone offered suggestions.
"How about we find someone with superpowers to help him?"
"How many superpowered individuals can we still contact?"
"Uh..." The person who made the suggestion paused for a moment before saying, "If we're talking about people with some superpowers, we can still make contact with quite a few."
"What important role do you think the superpower of bending spoons could play in the battle for the throne?"
The other side immediately fell silent, and then another person stood up and said, "We can use modern weapons to strike his opponent."
"Have you forgotten where Atlantis is? The depths there are so great that even the most advanced diving equipment can't reach it. Modern weapons, you know."
"How about we perform some genetic modification on him?"
"Stop, stop, stop," the agent behind him said, extending his hand again. "Stop daydreaming. Investigate first, find out what's going on with Atlantis, and then we'll figure out a solution."
The others had nothing more to say and began to work diligently. After much investigation, they actually uncovered some clues.
"The Golden Trident?" Schiller looked at the documents his subordinate had brought him and asked, "Does this thing actually exist?"
“According to our investigation, yes,” the subordinate said. “And it seems to have existed for a very long time. It is a weapon of the ancestors of the Atlanteans, buried in the distant Dark Realm, and possesses extremely powerful strength. Whoever obtains it can rule Atlantis.”
How did you find out about this?
“If the Queen could go ashore back then, many other sea creatures also flocked to the land,” said the agent behind Schiller. “Besides, this thing doesn’t seem to have been made by the sea creatures; other races have also left legends among the human population.”
“That’s interesting,” Schiller said after thinking for a moment. “Let’s try to send people to look for him. Even if we can only get some clues about his location, it can help the prince seize the throne more quickly.”