The next day, early morning.

"The Punisher strikes again? Congressman Rice was killed with extremely cruel methods..."

In the villa, Arthur was flipping through the latest newspaper and sighed lightly when he saw the violent and wounding incident about himself.

"If the person who killed Les yesterday was the Punisher, then who am I?" He folded the newspaper and put it on his lap, took the coffee on the table on the right and took a sip.

He doesn't have much favorable impressions of impostors, just like after working hard on an exam, his grades were faked by another person.

After putting down the coffee and preparing to open the newspaper again, the head maid knocked on the door, stood by the door frame, and reminded softly: "Master, Congressman Paul is here."

Before the head maid finished speaking, Paul's fat body appeared in front of the door and sneered at Arthur inside: "Young Master..."

"Where is the location?" Arthur shook the newspaper, turned to the next page, and became interested in the report that Mayor Falcone was preparing to operate on Arkham Asylum.

As we all know, Arkham Asylum is a "good quality" psychiatric hospital that is passionate about helping others recover.

"No..." Paul stood timidly not far from Arthur, his voice was weak, and his fear was exposed.

"Huh?" Arthur's eyes moved upward.

Paul's body was shaken, and he explained with a guilty conscience: "I found the location of those meteorites."

As if afraid that Arthur would be dissatisfied, he added: "All of them."

Looking away, Arthur said softly: "Paul, it seems that after so long, you still haven't understood what I want."

With a plop, Paul fell to his knees, protesting as his knees endured a force that was not what he should have endured at his age.

"I will definitely find it, I swear, I swear on my mother's grave." Paul knocked his forehead hard on the ground, pressed his plastered left hand on his abdomen, and spoke anxiously.

"Give me another chance, I will definitely be able to..." He didn't get a reply for a long time, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Will I die? Or leave me alive?

Leaving the chair?

He was about to be killed, no, he walked outside the house.

Paul's mind was constantly racing, and his brain was working rapidly under the pressure of death.

"Sir, Master Arthur asked you to collect those meteorites and send them here." The head maid said softly, and she stood respectfully beside Paul.

Survived!

His hanging heart finally dropped. He turned his head slightly and saw a pair of black flat-heeled leather shoes. He whispered: "Hurry up and help me up!"

His right arm disappeared and he could no longer use his left arm. Coupled with his fat and bloated body, he was unable to stand up on his own for a while.

The head maid frowned, and there was a trace of resistance in her heart. She knew better than anyone what kind of character this original owner was.

"Hurry up, Lina." Paul urged impatiently: "Don't forget, you were once my maid."

"Yes, sir." Lina forced a smile on her face, walked to Paul's left side, bent down and helped him up from the ground.

He suppressed the words of complaint before they reached his lips. He glared at Lina fiercely, followed Arthur's exit route, and trotted out of the house.

"Where is the young master?" Paul, after searching for a long time, finally asked a maid who was cleaning the floor.

"I don't know." The maid shook her head in confusion. She really didn't know.

After several inquiries, I learned that Arthur left the villa in a car after he came here for a while.

Paul was upset that he missed the best period.

He wanted to get some tips from Arthur.

But now…

Communicate on the phone? Stop joking. If you bother me later, the next time you meet may be the day of his death.

"Collect meteorites as much as possible, although I don't know what their use is..." Paul sighed, feeling that the future would be even more difficult.

He said he knew all the locations of the meteorites, but he was lying to Arthur.

What he knows is only the few pieces that are exposed to the public.

Don't know anything about the rest.

…

"Tell me, you are so anxious to find me." Arthur pushed open the glass door of the office and looked at Luther, who was sitting on a chair, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, with only half of his bald head exposed: "Also, don't invade me casually.

mobile phone, this is not a reminder.”

Luther turned around, his face regaining confidence: "I just want to tell you that there is no problem with my technology."

The one in question is Cyborg, Luthor added in his mind.

"Oh?" Arthur crossed his arms on his chest and mocked: "Yesterday's lesson is still fresh in my mind. Do you need me to remind you?"

"No, no, no, that was an accident." Luther stood up from his chair: "It's just that a guy appeared who shouldn't have appeared."

Feeling Arthur's questioning gaze, Luther twitched the corner of his mouth: "It will definitely work this time, trust me."

After the failed intrusion yesterday, he upgraded the system overnight.

And at the moment when the upgrade was successful, he resisted the urge to experiment. He added Arthur's contact information and sent an invitation to Arthur.

He couldn't wait to prove to Arthur that there was nothing wrong with Lex Group's technology.

"Follow me." Luther walked out of the office quickly.

The two came to the R&D department again. This time Luther did not drive away the researchers, but sold a clever guy.

"Operation begins." Luther gave the order. The scientific researchers' fingers were flying, and program instructions flashed quickly on several large screens.

The U.S. Department of Defense sounded the alarm one after another, and Cyborg went online to sort out information, intercept, strengthen firewalls, and counter-invade the opponent's computers.

"Failed." A researcher stopped and the computer screen went black.

"Don't worry." Luther smiled: "Everything is expected."

As time went by, the time between turning off the computer screen got closer and closer, and Luther gradually became confused.

"We're in." The words of a scientific researcher calmed Luther's uneasy mind. He quickly stepped forward and stared at the screen, nervous.

Boom!

The computer screen turned off, and Luther yelled, feeling emotional.

Failed again.

What kind of monster is Cyborg, and why does he always arrive before us to intercept him?

He himself understands his technology very well, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is fifty years ahead of humans.

"So, this is what you want to show me?" Arthur added insult to injury and mocked: "It really opened my eyes."

Luther couldn't hold back, turned around and looked directly at Arthur, with a serious look on his face: "I will definitely succeed."

"Yes, you will succeed one day." Arthur spread his hands and said, "When Cyborg is beaten to death, we can invade the government system at will."

"No, I will do it for you." Luther was excited: "Today."

"I'm afraid you can't wait that long." The door to the R&D department was torn open, and Cyborg appeared at the door: "You were involved in dangerous attacks on government systems in an attempt to steal national secrets. You have been arrested, Lex Luthor."

The moment he received the news that the government system was under attack, he set off from his home and rushed here.

The main reason why I cut off their attacks so slowly was because I wanted to see what they were going to do.


Chapter completed!