It's another dark morning.

The weather in Gotham City is always like this, even affecting the suburbs.

Arthur got up from the bed, finished washing, and sat in front of the desk. Placed on the black keyboard on his right was a lasso of thorns.

He can do many things with this lasso.

But he doesn't want that now.

He just wanted to build a basement as soon as possible, put the noose in it, and turn it into a collection.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Suddenly there were three slight knocks on the door.

"What's the matter?" Arthur raised his head and shouted.

"Master, it's a man named Lex Luthor. He wants to see you." The head maid Lena responded loudly.

"Let him in." Arthur said, putting the noose back into the drawer without leaving a trace.

Not long after, Luther smiled and nodded at Lina, and walked into the study: "Hey! My friend, long time no see, are you okay?"

"We met yesterday." The door closed and Arthur leaned back: "What? The Lex Group made it so quickly?"

"One night is also time, isn't it." Luther sat on the sofa on one side: "For me, I can do a lot of things in one night."

"Including creating 500 tons of population kryptonite?"

"It's not difficult."

Luther's confidence left Arthur confused.

Five hundred tons of stuff, even on an assembly line, would take several days to produce.

"Come and take a look." He stood up from the chair, walked to the window, opened it, and did it in one breath.

Arthur left the chair, walked to his side, and looked in the direction of his finger.

A row of trucks is slowly coming here.

"I got there first." He turned around and asked with a smile: "Then where should these things be unloaded? They can't be piled in the yard."

Arthur: "Just pile them up behind the villa."

Luther: "What are you going to do with them?"

Arthur: "This is none of your business."

Luther looked serious and reminded: "Man, even if you can withstand kryptonite radiation, your maids can't."

"Contacting them for a long time and being irradiated by them can cause healthy cells in the human body to become cancerous."

"Coupled with such a large amount of kryptonite, this transformation process will not take more than half a year at most."

"..."

"Are you listening to me?" Luther raised his voice.

Arthur said: "So, I need your help, we must continue to cooperate."

Luther's work efficiency was so high, which he did not expect.

According to his guess, it would take at least several months to produce 500 tons of artificial kryptonite.

"Oh?" Luther was a little confused.

"Leave those pieces of cloth you used to cover up the kryptonite radiation." Arthur was referring to the special material on the truck that blocked radiation leakage.

"Stay?" Luther thought again and shook his head to refuse: "This is impossible, those cloths are useless against kryptonite radiation."

Arthur looked over: "Then you pulled it here like this? Five hundred tons of kryptonite?"

Luther scratched his nose and said mysteriously: "You will know later, follow me."

He turned around and left the house, walked out of the villa, and stood in the open space, waiting for the truck to approach.

Arthur walked up to him without saying a word.

What the hell is this guy up to?

…

The truck stopped in front of Arthur and the two men, and the workers lifted the tent cloth and waited for acceptance.

It's not kryptonite, it's water...

Faced with Arthur's questioning gaze, Luther climbed onto the roof of the car and motioned for him to climb up too: "This is not ordinary fresh water, it is sea water. It is purely natural and has no additives."

"This is the goods you gave me?" Arthur frowned, feeling that he had been tricked.

"Don't worry." He took the black box handed by his assistant from under the car, put it on the roof of the car, opened it, and took out the green kryptonite wrapped in white ore: "Let me show you something good."

He threw the kryptonite naked into the sea water. In an instant, the kryptonite seemed to be given life, and it stepped on Arthur's IQ and rubbed it hard on the ground.

The sea water was squeezed out of the car and seeped into the mud. This small piece of kryptonite was even more powerful than a leek, and its growth rate was astonishing.

The truck creaked, and the weight of the kryptonite quickly exceeded its own load-bearing limit.

Arthur jumped off the roof of the car with Luther, who was squatting on the roof of the car looking excited.

"Look." He got off the roof of the car and pointed at the "mountain" of kryptonite that had slowed down its growth: "It only takes a little bit of sea water to grow like this."

"It's simply a miracle." One worker said infatuatedly. He had never seen such a miraculous picture.

Arthur was also shocked: "How did you discover this?"

Luther put his hands on his hips: "Business secrets."

He rolled his eyes, it wasn't high-tech, it was hidden and tucked away: "Send the radiation isolation materials over as soon as possible."

"That stuff isn't cheap," Luther said.

"Stop joking." Arthur was not the one who was taken advantage of.

"Okay." Luther shrugged: "As much as you need."

Arthur: "Not only isolation materials, I also need other things. I will send you a list of materials later."

Luther raised his eyebrows: "Of course. I have no objection."

"Hey! Damn it, don't touch it!" He suddenly caught a glimpse of a young man who wanted to commit suicide and put his hand on the exposed kryptonite that had penetrated the iron sheet.

The young man suddenly woke up and took back the palm that was about to touch.

Faced with Luther's scolding, he kept apologizing.

"Luthor." He reluctantly left the young man until Arthur called him from the other side of the car.

"What's the matter?" Luther's eyelids jumped as he watched Arthur tear open the iron sheet.

"Has Cyborg been looking for you?"

Luther thought for a while: "That guy didn't know what he saw. He seemed to have forgotten about our attack. Even the police station made no movement. My scientific researchers were not harassed in any way."

"That's it..."

It seems that the fact that Superman was used as a guinea pig experiment had a huge impact on his faith.

"Speaking of which, why do you believe that the meteorite incident is extraordinary?" Luther asked.

Arthur paused his movements for a moment: "Guess."

"You guessed it?" Luther obviously didn't believe it: "Then your guess was really accurate."

The two of them were speechless.

Arthur broke the awkward atmosphere: "Based on your personality, I guess... you should have investigated what Cyborg took away from the laboratory."

"...I really can't hide it from you." Luther thought that Arthur was qualified to know this: "I saw a guy who could fly."

That should be Superman...

"The guy who can fly?" Arthur responded with a surprised expression: "Where is it?"

"The last time they were spotted was in Metropolis." Luther said slowly, "The guy Cyborg exposed it on purpose."

He didn't show it intentionally, Luther didn't believe it.

Combining various high technologies into one, as long as he wants to, modern technology will never be able to find them.

"What do you think they want to do?" In fact, he already had an answer in his mind, he just wanted to hear a different one.

"The devil knows." Arthur said without looking back: "Retaliation against society or revenge against the government for imprisoning you is possible."


Chapter completed!