amaotonovel Chapter 3936 MU Superbody Major Event (6)
Chapter 3936 MU Superbody Major Event (6)
Chapter 3936 MU: The Superbody Incident (Sixteen)
Those blue eyes magnified in Luther's vision, like silently rotating planets. Perhaps Pluto, perhaps Neptune, or perhaps a gaze upon Earth from a space station.
Alexander Luther never imagined that he would one day use the cradle and homeland of humanity as a metaphor for an alien that filled him with utmost vigilance and suspicion. But he couldn't think of a more fitting scene to describe this moment.
But that expression vanished quickly, as if the glasses perched on his nose had suddenly erected a shield. His blue eyes completely disappeared into the reflection of the lenses. The sniper bullet turned to dust, slowly falling from his palm. The other man adjusted his glasses and said, "You should upgrade the glass, Mr. Luther. May we begin the interview?"
He paused for only a second, and a surge of rage ignited within Luther. See? Just like that, nonchalant and unconcerned. As if he hadn't just crushed a sniper bullet, but merely brushed the snow off his shoulder; as if he hadn't saved the life of the world's most intelligent human, but simply picked up a stray cat or dog.
Doesn't he know what a sniper bullet going into the head means for a human being?
Did he not know how astonishing it was that he had managed to stop a sniper bullet out of thin air?
Did he not know how much he would be rewarded for saving Alexander Luther's life, and how honored he should be?
No, he knows nothing. This guy just stares into those innocent blue eyes, acting like a clueless idiot.
Luther stood still. He looked in the direction of the shooting. Clark also stood quietly. This silent and acquiescing attitude infuriated Luther even more.
“I need an explanation, Mr. Kent.” Luther turned sharply, staring into Clark’s eyes. “Why was I assassinated while you were visiting?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you too, Mr. Luther. Why were you assassinated right when I came to visit?” Clark looked at him and said, “You knew you wouldn’t die with me here. So what kind of new trap is this?”
Very well, he's not even pretending anymore. Luther pursed his lips tightly, staring coldly at him. But Clark remained the same, tilting his head slightly and lowering his eyes, as if shy and unable to look at people, but that didn't stop him from poking Luther with the words of a top journalist.
"Using the smartest brain in all of humanity to frame me, is that really worth it?"
Luther's anger dissipated instantly. He paused for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips, even in the mood for a joke: "Maybe I just wanted to give you a headline?"
"Don't take that risk. Next time, let him aim for your heart. That way, when I intercept your bullets, I can stay further away to avoid triggering your alien allergy."
Luther was a little unhappy again.
"Can we begin the interview now, Mr. Luther?" Clark asked, looking down at his notebook.
About three kilometers away, on the rooftop of a building, Lina lowered her binoculars with a puzzled look, gently fanned herself by her ear, and said, "My brother couldn't possibly be unaware of calculating the trajectory of a sniper bullet. Why hasn't he sent anyone to find us yet?"
Schiller was already putting the sniper rifle back in its box. He said, "Don't wait, he's not coming today."
“Why?” Lina turned to look at him and said, “We’re here to kill him, and Lex isn’t the kind of person who doesn’t value his life. He almost broke off relations with me because I was used by the cybernetic lifeform, so why isn’t he hiring an assassin now?”
"You, me, and the cyber lifeforms combined are not as important as the blue-eyed guy interviewing him right now. Learn from him, miss, the task of dealing with the cyber lifeforms depends on you."
Schiller ignored the speechless Lina, and went downstairs alone with his gun on his back. He answered the phone as he walked along the street.
"Hello? Yes, I'm in Metropolis. What? A plane crash?!"
Schiller stopped in his tracks, glanced slightly upwards at the camera on the nearby lamppost, composed himself, and said, "I'll take care of it right away."
After hanging up, he called headquarters again and said, "The CIA's temporary task force's plane crashed, and the CIA director was on board. Immediately organize an investigation team to come to the Metropolitan Police Department; do not take a plane."
Schiller opened the car door as he spoke and sat in the driver's seat. This car was the same one that had picked up Stark and the others before; it was one of the special cars that Arkham Batman had urgently modified with magical engines, specifically to ensure the safety of his trusted men.
Schiller drove to the Metropolitan Port. As the second largest deep-water port on the East Coast, it was bustling with people even at night. He looked in one direction, but saw only a vast expanse of darkness.
At night, the sea is like a monstrous beast that swallows everything. The romantic legends about the ocean and sailors are like light bulbs hanging above the anglerfish's head, luring the ignorant to their deaths.
Schiller stood at the intersection, looking left and right, and soon spotted an advertising sign. He walked in the direction the sign indicated and saw a storefront with a revolving glass door pulling down its metal gate.
"Wait!" he shouted as he rushed over. "Don't close the door yet, I need to rent a speedboat."
"Sorry, it's too late, we've closed for the day." The man closing the door was portly. Schiller probably only needed two seconds to tell that he was the owner of the shop.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to rent it to me.” Schiller flashed his badge at him, and before the other could speak, he said, “You know someone like me can’t be without a gun, but we have no grudges against each other, and there’s really no need to escalate things to that point.”
The other party stammered a few words, but resignedly opened the gate and said, "You're lucky, there's a decent little guy in the warehouse. You'd better treat him well, I assembled it all myself..."
Schiller opened the warehouse door, ducked inside, and discovered that the owner hadn't lied. These speedboats had all been modified; not only were they brightly colored and attractive, but the engine horsepower and fuel tank size had also been altered, clearly making them perfect for thrill-seeking young people.
“They love taking my little guy to the island across the water,” the owner explained. “The other eight are all rented out and won’t be back tonight. These two are my prized possessions; I wouldn’t rent them to them without connections. And please, don’t break them…”
Schiller said nothing, but gestured for the boss to open the water gate in front of the warehouse. After the gate opened, he took out a wad of US dollars from his pocket, stuffed it directly into the boss's shirt pocket, climbed onto the speedboat, started it with practiced ease, and sped off, leaving the boss standing in front of the gate counting the money with a look of delighted surprise.
The speedboat sped along, and Schiller, using the relatively bright starry sky of the metropolis as his guide, quickly spotted the small island the speedboat shop owner had mentioned. Faint lights flickered on the shore, likely camping lights from a party. As they drew closer, tents of various colors and scantily clad men and women came into view.
Schiller looked out at the sea but still couldn't make out anything. He then steered the speedboat closer to the young people's campsite, parked it, and walked over there.
"Hey, you're Richard? What brings you so late?" A bikini-clad beauty walked up to him and said, "We've all had our fun. You... oh God, you didn't say you were this hot. Looks like the wait was worth it, come on!"
After saying that, she threw herself into Schiller's arms. Schiller didn't dodge, but simply put his arm around her to stop her. She wasn't annoyed, and smiled, saying, "You look like you have Asian ancestry, a shy little boy. Come on, let's go to the tent."
Did you hear any noise just now?
“Oh, you heard that too.” The other person raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Those bastards were all high, thinking it was their hallucination. Only I don’t like that stuff, I know it wasn’t. It looked like something fell down, maybe a shooting star.”
“It was an airplane,” Schiller said. “A CIA plane. Do you remember the direction the sound came from?”
The other person stared at him with some surprise and said, "I was just about to say, you look a bit like a policeman. Aren't you Richard?"
“I’m not—Agent Rodriguez.” Schiller flashed his badge at her and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have time for you, miss. The CIA director was also on that plane. The president gave a death order: he must be seen alive or dead within four hours.”
"Oh my god, I've actually run into this movie plot. Would I have the honor of being your Bond girl?" the other person said with a grin.
"I'm afraid not, that thing that crashes planes is too dangerous. But if you can give me a direction, I can buy you a drink beforehand." Schiller pulled out a wad of dollars from his pocket.
“Okay, I’ll let you off the hook since you’re handsome. The sound was coming from over there.” The blonde pointed in a direction and said, “I remember it clearly because I was lying on the beach looking at the stars, it was definitely in that direction. By the way, where are you planning to go on your leave? Can we bump into each other?”
Schiller turned back as he walked away and said, "Hawaii, miss. Perhaps."
Schiller continued driving the speedboat in the direction she pointed out, and soon saw the crash site. It was actually a very small plane, with only a few people on board. There wasn't much noise, no smoke or fire, and it didn't seem to have broken apart too badly. The main body of the plane should have sunk, with some scattered parts floating on the sea.
Schiller drove his speedboat over and immediately spotted the brightly colored lifeboat with reflective strips, with several people in safety suits lying on it. Schiller's first impression was of Natasha's red hair.
He sped over in his speedboat, splashing them with water as he swerved, and then said, "You guys are so careless. Knowing that electronic life forms can control electronic devices, you still chose to fly over here."
"Anyway, it won't kill me," Natasha said confidently. "Nothing's wrong, is it? You're just saying it's not here yet."
Schiller sighed, calling Arkham Batman to report the situation as he said, "Although the person is unharmed, it's definitely not that simple. This cybernetic life form's schemes are always meticulously planned, one step at a time..."
When the call connected, Schiller heard Batman from Arkham say, "He wants to pin the blame on you, to create the illusion that the FBI assassinated the CIA director. Some members of Congress have already obtained the evidence; now it's up to them to decide what to do."
"Impeach me in Congress? Or unite to pressure you to replace me?"
"Perhaps it's a combination of both. What are you planning to do?"
“I’m not new to working for you. There must be a reason why you’re coming to cause trouble for me at this time. The only change that has occurred in the meantime is that I will go to the Batcave to contact those two scientists. It probably already knows that Doom and Stark are here.”
"How did it know?" Arkham Batman asked with a hint of doubt. "The Batcave has been magically modified. I'm pretty sure it can't break through the shield, nor could it make contact with the two of them."
What if the two of them initiated contact with it?
"Why are they doing this?"
"You probably don't know enough about the mad scientists of another universe. When they have nothing to do, they can cause things that are on the verge of destroying the universe. Now that they have their eyes on electronic life, they won't stay in a cage and do those harmless and safe research."