Throwing kryptonite onto the pickup truck, a car slowed down not far away and slowly stopped behind the pickup truck.

Seeing the maid walking out, Arthur turned around and finally reminded Luther: "Don't forget to send the kryptonite. Don't let my money go in vain."

Luther nodded and smiled: "Of course, businessmen abide by contracts the most. Lex Group is in the metropolis. If the goods are not received in time, you can come to me at any time and ask for triple compensation."

While Arthur was waiting for the bus, he proposed to buy kryptonite in bulk from Luther.

Luther readily agreed, seeing Arthur as if he had been taken advantage of.

As a result, the two of them verbally signed a contract for the amount of kryptonite worth five million U.S. dollars, thinking that the other was being taken advantage of.

One ton costs US$10,000, including freight.

It's expensive, but Arthur doesn't care.

When he learned that Luther could artificially create kryptonite, he planned to turn the entire villa foundation into kryptonite and build an underground fortress inside the kryptonite.

Sure, that might not be very friendly to someone, but whatever.

Who allowed his system to be charged by radiation?

The two exchanged cars and left in their own cars.

Returning to the villa, throwing the kryptonite in the utility room, Arthur traveled through the world again.

…

"New 52, ​​Earth 3."

"New 52?" In the messy alleyway, Arthur looked at the system prompts, and dense question marks popped up on his head.

Isn't this the universe after Flashpoint?

how…

"Oh~" A flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the system. Arthur suddenly realized that all this unreasonableness became reasonable.

As for time travel, it doesn't say that it can only travel to different worlds, but not time.

It's because his imagination is too poor.

New 52 Earth Three is the world after the restart of the Flashpoint Universe, and it is the opposite of the main world.

Here, criminals are revered, heroes are despised, reduced to street rats, and everyone calls for beatings.

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east, and the north and south are reversed. Even Napoleon conquered not the European continent but...

The barren African continent.

A world several times, even dozens of times darker than Gotham. They are run by super criminals and are dictatorial.

"This world is crazier than Black Robe." Arthur grinned. He should have set the main world in this world.

He really likes these super criminals who do whatever they want.

I really like it.

"This is my money!"

"Go away! This is mine! You idiot." The man had greedy eyes, dragging a women's leather bag and cursing at the other man.

"I grabbed this." The man yelled, and when he was not prepared, he took out a dagger from his back and stabbed him fiercely.

With a scream, blood flowed from his eyes and splashed on the floor of the alley.

This kind of crime will never happen again.

A red beam of light cut through the two people, stopping their meaningless quarrel, and Arthur walked out of the alleyway.

He couldn't understand how the world operated. What methods did the vendors use to maintain the safety of their stores.

In the blink of an eye, Arthur understood instantly.

On the street, a robber wearing a mask was kicked out of the store.

A strong, sturdy man walked out of the house holding a rifle and a cigarette in his mouth, dragging his right leg that was hit by a bullet. His face was angry: "You want to rob my store? Bichi!"

Ignoring the robber's pleas for mercy, the man pulled the trigger, the gunpowder was ignited, and steel balls ejected from the cartridge case, hitting the man.

Seeing the store manager skillfully refilling guns and cleaning up corpses, Arthur burst into laughter.

Sure enough, only violence can subdue violence.

Without some measures, the store may go bankrupt on the day it is established.

Turning around and leaving the alleyway entrance, the oncoming pedestrians passed him by, all frowning and looking unhappy.

After staying in the alley for too long, his body was contaminated by the stench, which was difficult to remove for a while.

Arthur had already been accustomed to the peculiar smell in the alleyway, so he naturally couldn't notice it.

Passing by a newsstand, I picked up a newspaper.

2013, July 13.

"Hey!" The sharp-eyed newsstand owner was always on guard against thieves. When he saw Arthur's move, he quickly opened the newsstand and rushed out.

After jogging a few steps, I found that Arthur had disappeared into the crowd, and I could only curse myself for being unlucky.

A homeless man suddenly saw the door of the newsstand open and there was no one inside. He climbed up from the ground and rushed into the newsstand.

The boss turned back, found him, and cursed: "You bastard..."

Sitting on a park bench, flipping through the newspaper, Arthur nodded repeatedly: "Central City..."

From the newspapers, this city is called Central City, the city of The Flash and Barry Allen in the main world.

It's just that he now belongs to one of the members of the Criminal Syndicate, the super criminal Johnny Quick.

Yes, the criminal syndicate has been established for a long time, which he also discovered in the newspaper.

Flip through the newspaper and continue reading...

"Excuse me, sir." Several figures surrounded Arthur. The leader, with his hands on his hips and his body slightly bent, said "amiably".

"Sir, you are alone outside, be careful if you meet a robber." He smiled strangely and said, "Look at your thin skin and tender flesh, sitting here all the time. Are you a young man who just came out of a big family?"

"Where is your bodyguard and your butler?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Arthur whispered softly and gently: "But you are right about one thing, it is indeed dangerous outside."

"You know it very well, you know it very well." The man's eyes widened, he tore off the newspaper and threw it aside: "Brother, this is our territory."

"Your territory?" Arthur was worried about having no money to eat: "Then you must have a lot of money."

"Not as good as you rich and powerful young men." He straightened up and narrowed his eyes: "Looking at your attire, I'm afraid your suit is enough for us to have fun for a while."

He had long discovered Arthur's extraordinary qualities and had been observing him for a long time.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he decided to rob the rich boy.

You may be retaliated against, but you can barely afford the medicine, so why do you care so much?

The worst thing is to leave Central City.

Rotten people like them can't just hang out wherever they go.

"Unfortunately, you have found the wrong person." Arthur stood up from the chair, his eyes glowing red: "Now, hand over the money you have."

"Don't let me do it myself."

My heart skipped a beat as I stepped on a nail. Cold sweat broke out on the faces of several people. The leader put his hands together, rubbed each other, and said flatteringly: "I...we don't have any money either..."

The heat vision pierced his head directly, and the remaining people were horrified: "I have money."

"I have some here too."

Several people took out bits and pieces of crumpled US dollar bills from various places on their bodies, put them together, slowly, and placed them gently on the bench, for fear that Arthur would be unhappy and kill them.

"Take what's on him too."

Really have no money? What nonsense are you talking about?

Several people rummaged through the banknotes and coins on the man's body and carefully stacked them on top of their own banknotes.

"I…"

Before he finished speaking, the heat vision passed across his body.

A group of people who bully the weak and fear the strong.


Chapter completed!