amaotonovel Chapter 3935 MU Superbody Major Event (5)
Chapter 3935 MU Superbody Major Event (5)
Chapter 3935 MU: The Superbody Incident (Fifteen)
"Theoretically speaking, all emails sent by electronic life forms are unreplyable. If the email address is incorrect, the reply will naturally disappear without a trace. But this is only from a human perspective. For an electronic life form that can freely access the internet, whether the email is actually delivered to a specific location is not important. In fact, even if you reply in the input field, it might still see it."
Schiller stood in front of the whiteboard, tapped it with his pen, and said, "So all you have to do is reply to its message. You don't need any sophisticated flirting skills, just say anything, as long as it feels like you're responding."
"I just want to know, if, as you say, it harassed so many red-haired women, didn't a single one respond to it?" Lina was clearly puzzled.
“It just so happens to harass people who would never respond to harassment,” Schiller said. “It’s a paradox. It doesn’t choose its targets based on romantic feelings. People who aren’t romantic don’t fall in love easily. Even if an electronic life form tries to be a hero and save the damsel in distress, the target can calmly think it’s a conspiracy and stay far away. This has happened before.”
"If I proactively reply to it, will it think I don't meet its standards?"
"That's why I said, don't flirt with it. You can absolutely ask to cooperate with it from a self-interested perspective. Considering your current situation, this request is also legitimate."
"You mean the conflict between my brother and me? But actually, our relationship wasn't that good to begin with. He can't really do anything to me."
“Then let’s make things worse,” Schiller said. “I don’t believe Lex Luthor is a very forgiving person. It’s impossible that his controlling nature hasn’t been completely absent from you. You don’t like his control, but you don’t have much power to break free. Perhaps you’ve also pinned your hopes on Batman, but he’s currently in dire straits himself. You can take this opportunity to let your cybernetic life help you escape this predicament.”
Lena shook her head and said, "I pin my hopes on Batman because I know he's a genuinely good person. Of course, Superman is too, but he suffered at the hands of my brother, so he's not as promising as Batman. But an electronic life form that isn't even human? Then I'd rather stay with my brother and love each other."
"I'm just saying you can use that as an excuse to have something to talk about. As for how to express your sincerity, I don't need to teach you."
"Will it really respond to me?" Lina wondered. "I mean, can it really understand such complex emotions? What makes it judge my feelings for my brother?"
“Perhaps it doesn’t understand, but it won’t admit that it doesn’t understand,” Schiller said with a smile. “Everything it does to the target woman is to show that it is a humane electronic life form. For example, saving people, or guiding other people’s emotions. It wants to pretend to be like this, so naturally it won’t show its weakness in front of you.”
Seeing that Lina still looked doubtful, Schiller continued, "Do you know how to make someone indispensable to you?"
"how?"
"First, make yourself unable to live without him."
Lena's eyes widened slightly; it seemed she was hearing this argument for the first time. Schiller continued, "Treating him as your responsibility only makes you seem overly controlling; but if you become his responsibility, he'll most likely be willing to work hard without complaint."
"You sound like you have a lot of experience with this."
“This is not the time to discuss my private life,” Schiller said, tapping the whiteboard again. “So, put yourself in a crisis and ask it for help; you’ll most likely get a response. You can use this opportunity to communicate, and maybe you can even develop some feelings for each other.”
“A person without true love won’t have much pretense either,” Lina said. “All I can say is I’ll try my best. But if it doesn’t work, you’ll have to take responsibility for resolving the issues between my brother and me—not the two of us.”
"No problem, but first we need to create trouble between you."
"I'll handle this myself."
"What are you going to do?"
“There are two options,” Lina said after a pause. “Option one, I’ll hire an assassin to kill him; option two, I’ll tell him I’ve fallen in love with Superman and am going to marry him.”
“Choose the first one,” Schiller said without hesitation. “If you choose the second one, even the cybernetic lifeforms can’t save you.”
Lina rolled her eyes slightly. Schiller continued, "Since we're going to hire an assassin anyway, I might as well do it. At least I won't be bribed by the cybernetic lifeforms, and I can save you some commission."
"Think it over carefully. My brother is very smart. He can easily recognize you from your methods. The first assassination attempt could be considered a scheme, but the second one will have really offended him."
Schiller slowly shook his head and said, "The first time I attempt an assassination, I have to consider whether I will offend the target; the second time, the target has to consider how he offended me."
Lina sighed and said, "How come I've never heard of you before?"
"It's precisely because you didn't know that my sudden appearance had such an unexpected effect. Just think of it as Batman's backup plan."
“Then I didn’t trust the wrong person,” Lina said, standing up. “Go all out, otherwise if he doesn’t come after me, I’ll have to figure out how to pretend to be in love with Superman. I don’t want to be the other woman.”
After Lena left, Schiller stood there for a while, then called his assistant and said, "Prepare for the trip to Metropolis, and then contact the editor-in-chief of the Daily Planet for me."
The next morning, Schiller walked up the steps of the Daily Planet office, shook hands with the editor-in-chief at the door, and said, "Good morning, Mr. Editor-in-Chief."
After the two went inside and sat down, Schiller took a sip of coffee and said, "Actually, it's nothing major. It's just that the President wants to guide the financial direction on the East Coast. Mr. Luther's policy reserve fund has attracted many financial people, and I think it would be helpful to interview him and write an article about his economic views."
The editor-in-chief, a middle-aged man with a small mustache, smiled broadly and nodded, saying, "Of course, it is our honor to serve the President. However, Planet Daily is not a specialized financial publication, and we do not have any professional reporters in this field."
“No, no, no,” Schiller shook his head and said, “Never let professional journalists do this. Otherwise, why don’t we just go to the Financial Times? We need non-professionals.”
The editor-in-chief looked enlightened and said, "It seems you're looking for professionals who aren't professionals."
“Yes, the less professional the better,” Schiller nodded. “Ideally, they should know nothing about finance but have some understanding of people’s livelihoods. You know, they love to say things like ‘revealing the truth is a journalist’s duty’ or ‘the media’s responsibility is to speak for the people.’ They’re also very kind-hearted, fearless, and often go out to rescue cats and dogs.”
The editor-in-chief's smile deepened as he listened. He said, "I understand. We happen to have such a professional. He will definitely not disappoint you."
“However…” the other party changed the subject again, “if he writes something too colloquial and offends the Luther Group, the Daily Planet won’t be in a good position.”
“You can rest assured about that. The president has no habit of letting his own people suffer losses,” Schiller leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice. “A wise general will never mistreat his trumpeter.”
A glint flashed in the other person's eyes, but he still said, "If it's just us, the bugle call won't be loud enough."
Schiller smiled and said, "Your newspaper's location is nice, but it's certainly not as good as the Stagg Group's. I happened to pass through the worst part of the traffic on my way here. But speaking of which, Fifth Avenue is a really good place, it's a pity that you can't buy land there even if you have the money."
The editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Yes, unless there is special permission."
Schiller didn't stay long at the Daily Planet office. After he left, the editor-in-chief's expression gradually turned cold. He muttered something under his breath, stroked his beard, but didn't dare say anything more, only muttering, "Go and get Kent for me! He got off easy!"
Soon, a tall and handsome young man appeared in the editor-in-chief's office. He was carrying a camera, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. As he walked in, he looked at the editor-in-chief and asked, "What's wrong?"
“That lousy article you wrote last week is completely unusable,” the editor-in-chief said coldly. “I was going to deduct your salary, but I know you have a girlfriend and need money right now. Here’s a good opportunity; if you seize it, I’ll give you a 30% raise.”
The young man widened his eyes slightly and said, "What opportunity? It's not going to be another chance to flatter those government officials, is it?"
"Have you heard of the Luther Group? Forget it, even if you're a country bumpkin from a small town, you can't possibly not have heard of it. But you probably don't know that they recently started some kind of policy reserve fund. We're going to arrange an exclusive interview for you, and you'd better give Alexander Luther and his fund a good shout-out."
The young man frowned deeply. The editor-in-chief waved him off and said, "If you can't write an article that satisfies me, you're fired!"
The other party stubbornly shook his head and said, "I will only present the interview report truthfully and make an objective judgment on its merits and demerits. I will not lie through my teeth like those people."
"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. If I didn't have no other choice, I wouldn't let you embarrass yourself like that. Go back and get some decent clothes ready. A car will pick you up tomorrow afternoon!"
The young man stormed off.
Around noon, Lex Luthor stood in his office looking at the documents submitted to him and said, "The Daily Planet wants to interview me about the Policy Reserve Fund? They're not the Financial Times, what's with this?"
"Yes, so my advice is also not to give interviews. They've most likely been bribed by someone," the assistant said calmly.
“Wait a minute, the Daily Planet…” Luther read the name aloud, then said, “Doesn’t this newspaper have a reporter named Clark Kent?”
"You know him? He's the reporter the Daily Planet sent to interview you. But he's just a nobody; I think the newspaper doesn't have any professionals, so they just sent someone randomly. So it's best not to..."
“Set a time,” Luther said, glancing at his watch. “I’ll be giving the interview in my office tomorrow afternoon. Have that Kent come over… no, send a car to pick him up.”
The assistant looked puzzled, but nodded nonetheless.
The following afternoon, Clark Kent, dressed in a slightly tight suit and wearing glasses, walked into Luther Building and appeared at the door of Luther's office, following his assistant.
Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the office door.
“Come in,” Luther’s deep voice echoed.
The door was pushed open. Luther, also dressed in a suit and tie, turned from the window and froze when he saw the handsome face that hadn't changed at all and wasn't disguised.
“Hello, Mr. Luther.” The other person nodded slightly, keeping his eyes downcast and never looking directly at anyone, displaying a restraint and shyness completely different from Superman’s. Then he suddenly raised his eyes, and in the light from the French windows, his eyes were as blue as the sky and the sea.
In that split second of stunned silence, time seemed to slow down. Shards of glass from the sniper bullet grazed Luther's face, reflecting his shocked expression. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept past his ear, and a hand, less than an inch from his temple, crushed the sharp, knife-like sniper bullet into pieces.
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