The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 In order to avoid accidents, Luke did enough preparations, not only set up a tight defense mechanism at the base, but also put her on the ghost armor.

"Be careful."

　　 Kahlo nodded, walked to the metal ball, stretched out the right hand with the original lamp ring and placed it on the surface of the ball.

　　The power of emotion penetrated into the inside, and the metal ball made a buzzing sound. Luke's face tightened. After a while, he saw that the metal ball did nothing but tremble, and he felt relieved.

　　 "Ava, what's the situation?"

　　 "The brain waves are stable, the heart rate is normal, and there is no disorder."

　　 Luke stopped speaking, stood aside, watching quietly.

　　……

Hal Jordan felt that he was almost unable to support himself, his physical strength was close to being overdrawn, and his vision even showed blurred symptoms. Starting from 6 o'clock in the morning, he had been hunted for a full eleven hours, just like a hyena hunted. bull.

　　 Yes, hyena.

　　The Young Master Gang is a group of hyenas, they tortured themselves frantically. Several times, Hal has given up resistance, but the **** left without doing anything, with a smirk, even put down food and water to let the hunting game continue.

　　 Damn!

　　 Hal punched the wall, gritted his teeth with hatred, but his eyes were filled with deep despair.

　　 Death threats linger around him, torturing him all the time, his body has collapsed, his spirit is not much better, and even suicidal thoughts have emerged.

　　 "It's better to die a hundred instead of being played by them."

　　 Hal took out a dagger from his arms. He snatched the dagger from a lame young master's gang member. The blade was black all over and the blade was white as snow. It was a good thing at first glance.

　　Hal held the dagger against his neck, and with a single stroke, the blood would be shot 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 don't you stab?"

　　 A familiar voice came from behind, and Hal was struck by lightning and quickly looked back. Under the silver-gray moonlight, a thin figure was standing at the door.

　　 No one else came, but Dior Clay, one of the three leaders of the Young Master Gang who frightened him the most.

　　 Hal subconsciously grabbed the dagger, his muscles tightened, and went all out.

Dior lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, threw the cigarette on the ground, took off his jacket, flicked his wrist, two scalpels fell into his palms, the scalpels were silver-white, and the blades were as smooth as a mirror, more than moonlight Bright.

　　 "Pray, pray to your most beloved God, pray that you will not be cut off by me."

　　 Half an hour later, Dior dragged Hal, who was covered in blood, to leave the village. The blood spilled along the wound, leaving a long red mark on the road.

　　 Tony walked up, went around Hal, tsk tsk,

　　 "You didn't die at 72 knives, **** gay, your knife skills are getting more and more abnormal."

　　 Wang Hu buzzed, "Why don't you kill him."

　　Dior glanced at the Vietnamese coldly, and said indifferently, "Master said to take a breath."

　　 "What is the boss's idea again."

　　 "Ask yourself!"

　　 After that, he walked to Danny, who was covered in bandages, holding Hal, interrogated him, and moved aside.

　　Danny didn't ask Luke the reason for doing this. He drew his dagger and cut off Hal Jordan's four fingers. Then he nodded to Dior and turned away.

　　 Gangs have the rules of gangs. Luke said that if he spares his life, it doesn't mean that Hal Jordan can leave intact. There are some things that you will pay if you do.

　　 Among all those who provoke the Young Master’s gang, his ending is considered good.

　　……

　　 Inside the underground base, after waiting for two hours, Carol finally woke up.

　　 "How about it, are you okay!"

　　 Carol shook her head, with deep fatigue between her brows.

　　 "She told me so many things, too many, my head hurts uncomfortably, I need to rest for a while."

　　 Luke frowned, "She?"

　　 The girl nodded and cast her eyes on the metal ball,

　　 "It's her, also known as the defender, a single space battleship researched by Zamaren scientists for the elite soldiers of the Green Lantern Corps..."

　　 After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold on anymore, his eyelids pulled down, and he fell asleep on the sofa.

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

　　 I heard it very clearly just now that Kahlo used "she" instead of "it" when calling the metal ball. Both words are in the third person, but there are essential differences.

　　 Does this thing still have sex?

　　 Luke touched his chin, thought for a while, walked to the metal ball and said,

　　 "You can hear me, right?"

　　 "……"

　　 "Do you want to talk to me."

　　 "……"

　　 After a long period of silence, Luke decided to change to another method. He raised the palm wrapped in the green inflammation and placed it on the wall of the ball. The expected scene did not appear, and the metal ball remained the same as it was, and there was no change due to the erosion of the green inflammation.

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

　　 "It's strange."

　　 Luke muttered to himself, becoming more and more curious.

　　 The technology he came into contact with were all built on the basis of computers, and everything was inseparable from data. Mind Technology is a completely different technology model.

　　 If this technology can be applied to the creation of Ghost 3, the effect will be very good.

　　 Carol didn’t rest for too long~www.ltnovel.com~ After only 40 minutes of sleep, Luke woke up, 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 to be the queen of Zamaleon, but she will not grant me permission until she is on the throne."

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

"Yes."

　　 "Then it will be troublesome."

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

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

　　 "It seems that only the last option is left."

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

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

　　 "It's quite knowledgeable."

　　 Luke smiled, holding the handle of the gun and walking to the metal ball, "I was going to collect you, but unfortunately, I can only apologize."

　　 The metal ball seemed to perceive the danger, and its performance showed a wave of energy. Unfortunately, in front of the indestructible high-frequency particle knife, this defense is no different from tofu.

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

　　 Luke kicked the "iron gate" and walked in.

　　 The internal situation was completely different from what I had imagined. It was very empty, with only a furniture similar to an electric torture chair and a bed that looked uncomfortable.

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