The Richest Man in the DC World

Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

Luke was very puzzled, who it thought he was, Hector, Hal Jordan or Superman.

Please, I am Luke Xiao, the traveler who masters the green flame.

You ran into my body and beat a dog with a meat bun... Bah, bah... What's the difference between a beautiful woman being pregnant.

Luke raised his hand, and the green flames scattered on the island quickly gathered towards him. The green flame penetrated through the skin, penetrated into every cell and every bit of soul, and the flames burned blazingly, turning Luke into a burning man.

A shrill scream came from his mind, revealing endless despair.

Luke shook his head speechlessly, his body shook, and a ball of yellow light surrounded by green flames appeared on his right hand. In the ball of light lived a petite insect-like creature with multiple hands, feet and a knobby body. It was Parallax Blame the prototype.

"Let me go, let me go."

"I don't want to die, please, earthlings, I am willing to submit."

The voice came out from the light sphere, extremely urgent.

Luke grinned twice, and exerted force with his fingers,

Click!

The light ball shattered, the green flames exploded, and turned into a big net, surrounding the small bugs inside,

"No no no no!!!!!"

"I won't let you go, Luke Xiao, a native of Earth in sector 2814 of the universe, I remember you, and I will definitely come back for revenge."

The insect roared and struggled in the flames, and all kinds of venomous words kept coming. Luke sneered and increased the firepower. The green flame eroded its body and incinerated its spirituality, until finally only a mottled yellow halo remained.

"what is this?"

Luke looked at it curiously, and suddenly, great fear surged from his heart, his whole body trembled, his fingers kept shaking, his face turned pale, and in just two seconds, dense sweat appeared on his forehead.

What a terrible power!

Luke took a step back involuntarily, his expression hard to hide his horror.

What the hell, so scary, could it be...

Thinking of something, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The spectrum of emotions is one of the origins of the universe, and each emotion represents a force derived from rules. Anger, greed, fear, will, hope, pity, and love are the seven emotions that have corresponding materialized creatures.

Parallax monsters are a source of fear.

The yellow halo is what is left after the parallax monster is burned. It can resist the burning of the green flame. In terms of power level, it is at least the same level.

The power of rules?

Luke touched his chin, feeling a little itchy, one of the origins of the universe, representing the primitive power of fear, if he can get it...

Luke couldn't help it anymore, and he hesitated when he thought of its own power.

This thing is too dangerous, and a little carelessness may cost your life.

After hesitating for a long time, Luke gritted his teeth. After passing this village, there is no such shop. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity cannot be missed. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and carefully stretched out his right hand to touch the yellow light wrapped in green flames. gosh.

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, Luke held his breath and waited with all his strength, slowly, his fingertips came into contact with the halo,

boom!

An unimaginable spiritual shock exploded in his mind.

He rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

The yellow halo flows and changes, transforming into various strange worlds. The structure of these worlds is completely different from the known planets. There are no living things, no water sources, and only various forms of yellow particles.

The green flames blazed, penetrating every world, turning every world into a sea of ​​flames.

This process seems to be very long, but the real time is only a few seconds.

Soon, the yellow halo disappeared, and was replaced by an energy ball that shone with green light. The energy ball melted into Luke's eyebrows and disappeared.

The battle was over, and the island returned to calm, which only lasted for a few minutes. With bursts of strong shocks coming from afar,

Not long after, Carol with bruised face and Linda with torn clothes appeared above the island.

Linda snorted coldly, picked up the ghost armor, and disappeared.

Carol also snorted coldly, using superpowers to restore the dilapidated island to its previous appearance, then found Hector's big head from the ruins, and disappeared from another direction.

...

Hector is dead!

On television, President Joel Nash himself said the news.

Then the seaside town erupted in its most ardent celebration ever, with citizens coming out of their homes and singing and dancing in the streets.

Every neighborhood is celebrating, the joyous atmosphere sweeping away the gloom that had previously hung over the city.

The murderer is dead, and there is no need to hide at home in fear. Is there anything more gratifying than this?

Due to the dispatch of the army and the FBI, the credit for killing Heckert should be attributed to the government. Coupled with the publicity of the major media, the FBI's ace five and the Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division soon became people's hearts. hero.

As for the civilian casualties and economic losses caused by the fighting, that will be considered later.

In the hearts of the American people, who are dominated by modern hedonism, heroes are the first, and everything else stands aside.

Of course, joy belongs only to civilians, but the White House office is full of dark clouds.

Around the topic of whether Hector is dead or not, various bigwigs have been arguing for two hours, but no results have been reached. For the upcoming election, President Joel Nash unilaterally announced that Hector was dead without any definite information. die.

Doing so raised his approval rating in Seaside by at least 10 points, but it also put the military and the FBI in an extremely awkward position.

As the saying goes, live to see people, die to see corpses.

Without seeing the body, one cannot declare death.

The 4th Mechanized Infantry Division and the FBI searched around the crater for several hours, but they did not find Hector's body. He was missing. He might have been smashed into powder by the meteorite, or he might have been seriously injured, so he hid temporarily.

The former is fine, but if the latter, it will be a big trouble. Once such an extremely dangerous anti-humanity element recovers from his injuries and makes a comeback, how will he explain to the citizens of the coastal city? Who will bear the responsibility?

FBI Director Jack Harvey and Attorney General Marshall Warren have urged the president to walk back and wait until the dust settles.

How could Joel Nash listen to him? The president of the United States is elected every four years, and he serves two terms at most. He only served one term. Seeing that the next general election is coming, how can he slap himself in the face.

If you want to win, you must have support!

If you want approval ratings, you must let the public know that you are the best presidential candidate. Even if the possibility of winning is extremely low, you must fight for it by any means. This is Joel Nash's creed.

The two sides quarreled over this matter, and finally, an angry Jack Harvey and Marshall Warren slammed the door and left, and Vice President Dick Cheney and several military representatives also left one after another.

Only the president and a few of his cronies were left in the huge office.

Joel said in a deep voice, "Is there any result about the meteorite?"

Assistant Jason Law shook his head,

"There is no definite news, but the people over there said that the Sky Eye Society has relevant information."

"Sky Eye Society?"

Joel narrowed his eyes, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.