The Richest Man in the DC World

In order to avoid accidents, Luke made sufficient preparations, not only set up a strict defense mechanism at the base, but also let her wear the ghost armor.

"Be careful."

Carol nodded, walked in front of the metal ball, and placed her right hand with the original lamp ring on the surface of the ball.

The power of emotion penetrated into the interior, and the metal ball made a humming sound. Luke's face tightened. After a while, he was relieved when he saw that the metal ball did nothing but vibrate.

"Ava, how's it going?"

"The brain waves were stable, the heart rate was normal, and there was no disturbance."

Luke stopped talking, stood aside, and watched silently.

...

Hal Jordan felt like he couldn't hold it anymore, his physical strength was close to exhaustion, and his vision even appeared blurred. From six in the morning, for eleven hours, he had been being hunted and killed, like a hunted by hyenas. bull.

Yes, hyenas.

The Young Master Gang is a group of hyenas. They tortured themselves frantically. Several times, Hal had given up resistance, but those bastards didn't do anything, they left with a sly smile, and even put down their food and water, and let the chase game continue.

Damn it!

Hal punched the wall, gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was deep despair in his eyes.

Death threats lingered around him, tormenting him all the time. His body had collapsed, his spirit was not much better, and he even thought of suicide.

"It's better to die than to be played with by them."

Hal took out a dagger from his arms. The dagger was snatched from the hand of a lame young master gang member. The body of the blade was black and the blade was as white as snow.

Howl held the dagger against his neck, and with a single stroke, the blood would spurt out like a fountain.

"That scene must be ugly."

He muttered to himself, was silent for a few seconds, and threw the dagger aside.

"It's a pity, why not stab it?"

A familiar voice came from behind. As if struck by lightning, Hal quickly looked back. Under the silver-gray moonlight, a slender figure stood at the door.

It was none other than Dior Clay, one of the three leaders of the Young Master Gang who terrified him the most.

Howl grabbed the dagger subconsciously, his muscles tensed, and he went all out.

Dior lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, threw the cigarette on the ground, took off his jacket, flicked his wrist, and two scalpels fell into the palm of his hand. bright.

"Pray, pray to your most beloved God, and pray that you won't be cut off by me."

Half an hour later, Dio dragged Hal, who was covered in blood, away from the village. The blood spilled out of the wound, leaving a long red mark on the road.

Tony came up, circled around Hal, and said,

"72 knives didn't die, you bastard, your knives are getting more and more perverted."

Wang Hu hummed, "Why don't you kill him?"

Dior glanced at Vietnam Boy coldly and said indifferently, "Master said to take a breath."

"What is the boss thinking about?"

"Ask yourself!"

After all, he supported Hal and walked to Danny, who was covered in bandages, checked sideways, and moved out of the way.

Without asking why Luke did this, Danny pulled out a dagger and cut off four of Hal Jordan's fingers, then nodded to Dio and turned away.

The gang has the rules of the gang. Luke said that if he spared his life, it did not mean that Hal Jordan would be able to leave intact. For some things, if you do it, you will pay a price.

Among all those who provoked the Young Master Gang, his ending was considered good.

...

In the underground base, after two hours of waiting, Carol finally woke up.

"How is it, are you alright!"

Carol shook her head, with deep exhaustion on her brows,

"She told me a lot of things, too many, my head hurt so bad, I need to rest for a while."

Luke frowned. "She?"

The girl nodded, her eyes turned to the metal ball,

"She, also known as the Defender, is the single space battleship that Zamalen scientists researched for the elite soldiers of the Green Lantern Corps..."

After speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer, his eyelids dropped, and he lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

Luke found a sheet to cover her and sat aside, staring straight at the metal ball.

I heard clearly just now that Carol used "she" instead of "it" when referring to the metal ball. Both words were in the third person, but there was an essential difference.

Does this thing have gender?

Luke touched his chin, thought about it, walked to the metal ball, and said,

"You can hear me, right?"

"..."

"Would you like to talk to me?"

"..."

After a long period of silence, Luke decided to change the method. He raised his palm wrapped in green flames and placed it on the wall of the ball. The expected scene did not appear. The metal ball was still the same as it was, and it did not change due to the erosion of green flames.

"Having a mind similar to an intelligent creature, but no corresponding soul."

"It's strange."

Luke muttered, getting more and more curious.

The technologies he has come into contact with are all built on the basis of computers, and everything is inseparable from data. Mind technology is a completely different technology model.

If this technology can be applied to the creation of Ghost 3, it must be very effective.

Carol didn't rest too long, she woke up after only forty minutes of sleep, Luke poured a glass of mango juice and put it in her hand,

"How about it?"

The girl shook her head with a serious expression, "She agrees with me being the queen of Zamalen, but she won't open my authority to me before ascending the throne."

"That means you can't use it to track Velen right now."

"Yes."

"That would be troublesome."

Luke frowned and said again, "Is there a way to forcibly hack in?"

"It's impossible." Carol sighed in a low voice, "Zamaron's spiritual technology has a history of tens of thousands of years of development, and all aspects tend to be perfected. How can it be so easy to invade."

"Looks like there's only one last option left."

Luke shrugged, took out a machine gun similar to a long sword from the warehouse, turned on the power, a large blue particle stream emerged from the gun body, the particle stream accelerated and oscillated, and under the control of the magnetic field, turned into a blue light blade .

Carol's eyes widened, "This is... a high-frequency particle knife?"

"It's a bit of knowledge."

Luke smiled, held the handle of the gun and walked to the metal ball, "I was going to keep you, but unfortunately, I can only apologize."

The metal ball seemed to be aware of the danger, and it showed faint energy ripples. Unfortunately, in front of the invincible high-frequency particle knife, this defense was no different from tofu.

The particle knife stabbed into the wall, and under Luke's control, opened a two-meter-high door.

Luke kicked open the "iron door" and walked in.

The interior is completely different from what I imagined. It is very empty, with only a piece of furniture that resembles an electric torture chair and a bed that doesn't look very comfortable.

The chair is in the middle and the bed is close to the corner.