The Richest Man in the DC World

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

　　 If the Kryptonians are the physical pinnacle of the DC world, the green flame is the limit of the soul. Luke has not seen anyone who can hold on for three seconds under the attack of the green flame.

　　 If it's just a superpower, it's enough, at least it can trace the source, but it's not.

　　 Luke doesn't know how this thing came about, what is the meaning of existence, although he can be mastered, he often takes the attitude of staying away.

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

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

　　 Luke is not interested in spying on other people’s lives. After obtaining the scientific knowledge he needs, he transfers his memories to the scenes of Vinylon’s death: short, big head, bald, half-squinted eyes, apathy...

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

　　 "Ava, find this person."

　　 Soon, a personal file appeared on the virtual screen,

　　 "Hector Hammond, 33, graduated from Harvard University, a professor of cell biology, his father Adam Hammond, a Democratic congressman, a former mayor of the coastal city, and currently serves in the Department of Defense."

　　 In addition to the main information, the following records Hector Hammond’s personal habits, hobbies, childhood experiences, youth experiences, economic status, social status, etc.

　　 Luke took a closer look, then put the matter aside.

　　 No matter what Hector turned into, whether it was a parallax monster or a parallax monster, it had nothing to do with him. He now has more important things to deal with.

There is an obsession in everyone's heart. Even if the soul dies, the obsession will not disappear. The same is true for Velen. As her soul is swallowed by Luke, the obsession that is buried in her heart has become Luke's compulsion to deal with. Thorny issue.

　　Zamaran is different from the earth. It is an absolute matrilineal society, where women are the boss, and men only provide sperm tools, and the number is small, less than 5% of the total population.

　　 You read that right, there are only five men out of a hundred Zamaleuns. On average, one man has to deal with twenty women. Isn’t it a blessing? Are you looking forward to it?

Unfortunately, the gap between ideal and reality is like the difference between Internet celebrities and Sister Feng. In the Zamarun society, the same **** is the mainstream, and the opposite **** is just an alternative process for the reproduction of the population in a special period. In some tribes, heterosexuality He was even labelled vulgar and cast aside by everyone.

　　 The Zamaleun man could not find a heterosexual partner in his whole life, so he could only return it forever on the way to stir the **** stick.

　　Vylon’s lover is a woman, who is a member of the Purple Lantern Corps just like her. She was ambushed during a mission out and lost her body, leaving only half of her head.

　　 Vinyl couldn't accept that the love left her, so he transformed half of his head into something similar to the brain, hoping to resurrect her in some way in the future.

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

　　Vylon knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it for long, so he took the initiative to ask and took his lover's head to other galaxies to find the queen's successor.

　　 "Lover? Resurrection?"

　　 Luke shook his head, returned to the second floor, opened the hidden door of the metal ball, and took out 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, others are created.

　　 If it is not resurrected, the obsession will remain in the mind, and the tossing person cannot sleep.

　　 "This is troublesome."

　　 Luke scratched his hair, his head hurt.

　　……

　　 In the FBI's local office in Seaside City, Steven Martin, who had been busy for a day, leaned back in his chair, remembering that the daytime things were getting bigger.

　　 The meteorite case hasn’t got the eyebrows yet, and now there’s another corpse case.

　　 The people in the police station are all his rations. If they can't find out by themselves, they throw the case out, really using the FBI as a fire fighting center.

　　 "Waste, all waste!"

　　 Steven kicked the chair with one foot, hands on hips, looking very upset.

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

　　 Steven nodded, sorted his clothes, and took a few of his men to the conference room on the fourth floor.

　　 pushed open the door, but saw a figure that shouldn’t have appeared,

　　 "Amanda Waller?"

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

Steven did not shake hands with her, looked towards the front of the conference table, and looked at the white old man with golden glasses. The old man named Walker Taylor, the FBI senior, one of the three assistants of the current director. Mainly responsible for the liaison and guarantee 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 didn't say anything any more, and sat down in his own chair, and Amanda sat across from him.

　　 After everyone was seated, Walker said slowly,

　　 "Today's meeting will mainly discuss two points: first, the meteorite case; second, the mummy case."

　　 "Steven, let's talk about it first."

Steven glanced at Amanda Waller, walked to the computer, and sent a series of information including eyewitness confessions, scene photos, post-mortem analysis, reasoning and other information to the screen. All the information was gathered together. , And eventually become two photos.

　　 One is Luke and the other is Carol Ferris.

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

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

　　After reading the content on the material ~www.ltnovel.com~Steven frowned,

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

"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 Ferris Airlines chairman Karl Ferris. She is now the company’s chief executive officer. Ferris Airlines and the Ministry of Defense work closely together. If you want to catch her, you must There is solid evidence that the meteorite was caused by her." After a pause, he added solemnly.

　　 "There is no evidence, no action."

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

　　 When he heard these words, Steven laughed weirdly. Not only him, but other FBI agents in the room opened their mouths and gave out merciless mockery.

　　 Amanda's face is a bit ugly,

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

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