Luther: "...Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

"No one believes the truth now." Arthur complained, typing: "Based on your guess, the Wayne family is involved in the Court of Owls, then Batman..."

"Correct!" Luthor replied: "Batman cannot be trusted until he is completely freed from suspicion."

Bang! Arthur covered his face and typed with one hand, not wanting to mention it again: "Has Lex Group received an invitation from the Court of Owls?"

Luther: "No. The Court of Owls seems to only exist in Gotham City, and the outside world has not discovered it yet."

"We do not rule out the possibility that they are a worldwide organization."

Arthur: "Suppose we overturn all the original information and make new conclusions."

Luther: "Overthrow them all? Well, using the simplest ideas and the most common methods, first of all, we found the Atlantis civilization armor from the attackers.

Secondly, the enemy diverted Captain Atom to attack the Queen. Those who attacked us were Atlanteans, and those who attacked the Queen were humans."

After Luther sent the message, lightning flashed in his mind.

Arthur: "The difference in forging techniques between the two civilizations is a difficulty.

Set them up to attack the Atlanna escorts first, then tear them off, and finally move to attack our position?"

Luther: "The difference is at least dozens of kilometers. Besides, even if they use teleportation and take off the armor, they won't be able to quickly form a team of more than 20 people."

"It is difficult for humans to break through ultra-high technologies such as teleportation at this stage, unless they use unknown means, such as superpowers.

But according to the comparison of attack times that I found, they attacked at almost the same time, so this possibility is ruled out."

Arthur: "It is assumed that they have already broken through the forging technology of Atlantis civilization, and this incident has been premeditated."

Luther: "Someone once transmitted this technology to the Court of Owls, or the Court of Owls once had contact and conflict with Atlantis."

"There is also a situation where someone deliberately uses the Court of Owls to provoke a war." Arthur added.

This is not impossible. After all, there are many such lunatics in DC.

Bang bang bang!

Xun Sheng looked around and saw Cyborg standing outside the window, waving for him to go out and talk. He turned off the computer power at will. Arthur walked to the window and opened the glass window with a calm expression.

The status of Zansha has not been lifted.

Landing on the roof of the villa, Cyborg got straight to the point: "Did you kill Mayor Falcone?"

Arthur said calmly: "He is from the Court of Owls."

"How are you sure?" Batman interrupted, not liking this guy who ruined his own business.

The Penguin is his secret hand in Gotham, taking charge of the black gang on his behalf.

By destroying the club, Arthur is destroying his industry.

If he hadn't stopped Penguin...

"Guess." Arthur turned around and looked: "It was indeed the case in the end."

Batman cast a disapproving look.

"What is the information? The information obtained from him." Diana said and took off the mantra lasso from her waist.

Arthur looked at them for a long time: "I got nothing." Then he turned around and advised: "Get out of here, I don't want to damage the house."

Diana's temper that had been pent up for a long time came up, she spun the end of the mantra lasso and threw it with all her strength.

"Superman!" Cyborg shouted at the moment Diana took action.

Flashing between the two of them, Superman grabbed the Lasso of Truth.

"Don't use extreme methods." Cyborg advised.

Seeing Arthur enter the house, Diana took back the Lasso of Truth, glared at several people fiercely, and flew away alone.

Batman said: "Superman, send me back to Gotham City. This child's game has to end."

Superman faced Batman's request, did not refuse, and carried him towards Gotham.

"The temporary team has been disbanded." Curry walked behind Cyborg and said, "Please take me back to the hotel. I'm a little tired too."

The robot is too unreliable and cannot be killed without fighting.

With him, nothing can be done.

If he is not happy, the thin bamboo pole who just left will immediately stop him.

The masculinity is too strong, similar to his long-dead father.

Arthur returned to the room, reopened the computer, and browsed the photos and messages sent by Luther.

Time flies by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun rises from the horizon, dispersing some of the dark clouds, and the long-lost sunshine shines into the house.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Arthur felt mixed.

He let go of the mouse, fell backwards, and the back of the chair creaked: "Fuck you, the Court of Owls."

"Master Arthur? It's breakfast time." Lina knocked on the door outside and received Arthur's permission. She opened the door and the maids behind her cleared the desk and placed breakfast on the table.

After breakfast, the maids came in from the door again, cleared away the tableware, and restored the desk.

The door closed, and Arthur caught a glimpse of Magneto's ridiculous helmet in the corner of the house among the books. With a thought, the helmet "broke off" the "shackles" of the books and came to him.

"System, time travel."

…

King Kong, Skull Island.

A group of uninvited guests came to a primitive tribe, American soldiers who were busy saving the world.

The primitive tribesmen held spears and surrounded them. The soldiers faced off with their guns and refused to give in to each other.

"Oh oh oh!" A man with a white beard rushed out from the tribe: "There is no need for this. Don't be nervous, everyone, relax."

"What?" One of the soldiers wondered why there was a man wearing an American bomber jacket here.

"When they told me, I didn't believe it. This moment appeared in my dreams every day, and I didn't sleep all night." The white-bearded man said seriously: "I didn't expect it to come true, 28 years and 11 months. Try it.

I tried eight times but couldn't escape."

"Now people outside have found me." He couldn't laugh or cry: "Isn't it ironic?"

"Did you come here in a plane crash?" a woman among the soldiers asked doubtfully.

The man with the white beard said: "Excuse me, madam, Lieutenant Hank Marlowe, attached to the 45th Squadron."

Hank was a little excited and spoke incoherently, describing his feelings. With his mediation, both parties lowered their guard, and the soldiers were invited to enter the tribe.

The tribe is close to the water and surrounded by mountains. The houses are extremely primitive straw houses. Hank led a group of people to meet the tribal elders.

Obtain temporary residency.

On the way to visit the tribe, you will enter the tribe’s sacred place where you worship the gods.

There are many stone monuments inside, and sunlight shines through the gaps in the wooden boards corroded by rain and time, lighting up the environment and allowing people to visually see the internal structure.

"They worship the last patron saint here." Hank looked up. The upper body of an orangutan was painted with white powder on the stone wall made of strips of stone at the far end. Below the orangutan was a row of abstract little people.

"This is King Kong, the king here, he is the god of these people." Hank explained: "King Kong is a very good monarch, he lives alone. This is his home, and we are just guests here."

"But you can't go into other people's houses and start throwing bombs. Unless you want to fight." Hank changed the subject and accused.

Zhi!

On the diamond wall, a lightning flashed out of thin air, breaking the nearest stone strip. The primitive people were frightened by the loud noise, and the soldiers' hearts shrank.

"Gift crab!"

The arc of lightning increased, sweeping through the stone forest on both sides, and large pieces of stone shattered. The primitive people in the room fell to their knees one after another, shouting something.

The soldiers bent down and held their heads, swearing a lot.

The lightning suddenly stopped, and everyone present slowly raised their heads and looked curiously. Their pupils shrank suddenly, and the materialism in their hearts exploded and shattered into powder.


Chapter completed!