The Richest Man in the DC World

For Lu Yan, Luke was more in awe than joy.

If the Kryptonian is the physical peak of the DC world, and the green flame is the limit of the soul, Luke has not seen anyone who can last three seconds under the attack of the green flame.

If it's just super power, that's all, at least it can trace the source, but unfortunately it's not.

Luke didn't know how this thing came about and what the meaning of its existence was. Although he could control it skillfully, he often kept it at a distance.

No way, it is really terrible, it can be said to be the nemesis of all organic life forms.

As Velen's soul becomes fuel, all her memories also become part of Luke's body.

Luke has no interest in spying on other people's lives. After obtaining the scientific knowledge he needs, he turns his memory to the picture before Velen's death: short, big head, bald, eyes half-squinted, and his expression tends to be indifferent...

Luke picked up the pencil and drew the face in his memory on the manuscript paper,

"Eva, find this person."

Soon, a profile appeared on the virtual screen,

"Hector Hammond, thirty-three years old, graduated from Harvard University, professor of cell biology, father Adam Hammond, Democratic Congressman, former mayor of the seaside city, currently serving in the Department of Defense."

In addition to the main information, the following also records Hector Hammond's personal habits, hobbies, childhood experiences, youth experiences, economic status, social status, and more.

Luke took a closer look and put the matter aside.

No matter what Hector became, whether it was a parallax demon or a parallax monster, it had nothing to do with him, he had more important things to deal with now.

Everyone has an obsession hidden in their hearts. Even if the soul dies, the obsession will not disappear. The same is true for Velen. As her soul is swallowed up by Luke, the obsession buried in her heart has to be dealt with by Luke. thorny issue.

Unlike Earth, Zamalen is an absolute matriarchal society, where women are the bosses, and men are just tools for providing sperm, and the number is also small, less than 5% of the total population.

You read that right, there are only five men out of a hundred Zamalen people. On average, a man has to deal with twenty women, isn't it very sexual? Are you looking forward to it?

It is a pity that the gap between ideal and reality is like the difference between Internet celebrities and Fengjie. In the Zamaren society, homosexuality is the mainstream, and heterosexuality is just a replacement process used to reproduce the population in a special period. In some tribes, heterosexuality It was even labeled as vulgar and cast aside by everyone.

The Zamalen man could not find a partner of the opposite sex in his entire life, and could only go on the way of the shit stick and never return it.

Wei Lun's lover is a woman. Like her, she is a member of the Purple Lantern Corps. She was ambushed while out on a mission, and her body was blown up, leaving only half of her head.

Wei Lun couldn't accept that his beloved left her, so he transformed half of his head into a brain-like existence, hoping to revive her in some way in the future.

This kind of behavior is taboo in Zamalen and absolutely not allowed.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to hide it for a long time, Velen took the initiative to ask Ying, and took his lover's head to other galaxies to find the queen's successor.

"Love? Resurrection?"

Luke shook his head, returned to the second floor, opened the secret door of the metal ball,

Remove a well-preserved culture tank.

"Is it your obsession?"

Looking at the half of his head soaked in the green liquid, Luke was speechless.

resurrection?

Just kidding, half of the head is left, and the memory is gone, how to resurrect? Even with cloning technology, other people are created.

If it is not resurrected, the obsession will remain in the mind forever, and the tossing person will not be able to sleep.

"It's troublesome now."

Luke scratched his hair, his head hurting.

...

In the FBI's local office in Seaside City, Steven Martin, who had been busy all day, leaned back in his chair and remembered that the day's affairs were overwhelmed.

The meteorite case has yet to be seen, and now there is a mummified case.

The people in the police station are his food buckets. If they can't find out by themselves, they throw the case out. They really treat the FBI as a firefighting center.

"Trash, it's all trash!"

Steven kicked the chair away with one foot and put his hands on his hips, looking very agitated.

The deputy said in a low voice, "Head, the people from the headquarters are here."

Steven nodded, tidied up his clothes, and led a few men to the conference room on the fourth floor.

Pushing open the door, I saw a figure that shouldn't have appeared.

"Amanda Waller?"

Amanda stretched out her right hand calmly, "Hello."

Steven didn't shake her hand, and looked towards the front of the conference table, looking at the white old man with gold glasses. Mainly responsible for the liaison and security work in the western states.

"Sir, if I remember correctly, today is an internal meeting."

Walker said silently, "Amanda has a special investigation order from the White House."

Steven said no more, sat down in his own chair, and Amanda sat opposite him.

After everyone was seated, Walker said slowly,

"Today's meeting mainly discusses two points: one, the meteorite case; two, the mummified corpse case."

"Steven, let's talk first."

Steven glanced at Amanda Waller, walked to the computer, and sent the collected intelligence, including eyewitness testimony, scene photos, post-mortem analysis, case reasoning and a series of information to the screen, all the information gathered together , which eventually turned into two photos.

One is Luke and the other is Carol Ferris.

Amanda said solemnly, "It seems that our goals are the same."

After all, I took out a few documents and handed them to the main person in charge of the FBI.

After reading the contents of the materials, Steven frowned,

"Carol Ferris is about the purple light girl, we just suspect, there is no evidence, do you have any?"

"No."

Steven sneered, "Dare to make such an inference without evidence, hehe, it's still the same as before."

"A reasonable inference will eventually become a reality."

Amanda's answer is like her way of doing things, simple and to the point.

Vogel closed the document, "Carol Ferris is the only daughter of Carl Ferris, chairman of Ferris Airlines, and now serves as the company's chief executive officer. Ferris Airlines and the Department of Defense work closely together. If you want to arrest her, you must There is solid evidence that she caused the meteorite." After a pause, he added in a serious tone,

"There is no evidence, so you can't make a move."

Amanda was silent, and after a moment, said, "Her boyfriend Luke Shaw is a good target."

Hearing this sentence, Steven laughed oddly, not only him, but the other FBI agents in the room split their mouths and uttered ruthless mockery.

Amanda's face was a little ugly,

"If you are dissatisfied with me, say it directly, there is no need to cast laughter on a black woman who is willing to give her life for the country."

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