In a high-rise residence in downtown Washington.

It started raining outside the window, and the strong wind mixed with rain poured in from the window, causing the dark red curtains to fly. The dazzling light of the crystal chandeliers projected on the four walls of the room, as if it had painted the whole room into a dark orange color.

Lex Luthor's shoulder began to hurt again, which was where he had just been penetrated by a bullet by the Winter Soldier not long ago. It is said that there were only a handful of people who escaped from the guy's gun, and Luthor seemed to be very lucky to be one of them. But he did not attribute this to his luck, he believed that it was because he was smart enough and was fully prepared for such an emergency.

This is one of his most hidden hiding places on earth. He knows that there are many people outside looking for him, but he is sure that the name Lex Luther has nothing to do with this place, which means that it is absolutely safe.

Unfortunately, it seems not that absolute.

A flash of lightning flashed through the horizon, and pale lightning illuminated the window frame. Thunder followed one after another, resounding through the sky.

The elongated black shadow was projected on the window frame, narrow and thin. Luther turned around and saw the figure standing in the heavy rain outside the window. The man had blonde hair and beard, and his light blue eyes were filled with wise and unfathomable light. The ink-colored cloak soaked in the rain reflected white light, and his aura seemed quite domineering.

Luther's pupils slightly closed and he whispered, "'Center'."

"Just call me a bishop." The man said, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, slowly walked into the room, the cloak left a dark water stain on the luxurious carpet.

"None of them are your real name, is there any difference?"

"Because I'm used to this title, you can treat it as my name. What is my real name? I've forgotten many years ago."

The bishop said, pausing slightly, saying, "You have made so many small moves to try to attract my attention. Now I'm here. So, just say something."

"Before this, can I ask?" Luther asked, "How did you find me?"

"Ah, there's nothing worth mentioning." The bishop said carelessly, "As long as I think, I can know everything in this world. But don't worry, no one else will find it. Your small safe house is generally safe."

"Thank you." Luther smiled, "It's not really special. I just... want to meet you. A little bit of communication between smart people is that simple."

"You sound quite confident." The bishop also responded with a smile, "Do you think you are as smart as me?"

"No." Luther said, "I think I can be better than you."

"Ha, interesting ideas."

"Not bragging, some of your ideas and ideas are admirable, but I don't think there is anything you can do and I can't, and I will do better." Luther said confidently.

"So you want to take my place."

"It can be said that I will do better," Luther said. "I will have the greatest resource a person has ever had in history, and I will change the world."

"It sounds pretty good, but there are still some small problems."

"What?"

The bishop smiled: "You can't replace me."

Luther smiled confidently and said, "That may not be."

As soon as the words were finished, the lightning fell from the ceiling. The light column with current attached to it suddenly inserted into the ground from the ceiling, forming a fence and turning into a cage to lock the bishop in the middle, as if it had trapped the beast with a cage.

Looking at the laser cage where the current was constantly pounding, the bishop's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he said with interest: "The pulse fence with high voltage electricity is quite creative."

"It's also very effective." Luther was confident. "I expected that you might have some special abilities. Those guys with some superpowers are always like this. They think they are above humans and are very careless, which makes them particularly easy to deal with. A small trap can make them surrender."

Luther paused and hummed disdainfully: "After all, they are not gods after all... but humans who have lost their luck."

"I may not refute an interesting point," said the bishop, "but I still want to point out a mistake you made."

"I hope to hear the details."

"That is, before you find out your opponent's background... don't act rashly."

Just as he was talking, Luther's expression had changed. The high-pressure pulse laser cage he was proud of suddenly cracked open--no, to be precise, it was not a crack, but a circular hole was cut out from the middle part. The laser fences suddenly seemed to have been erased from the space, leaving only an oval crack that could accommodate one person through, and the bishop stepped out calmly.

Luther hurriedly stepped back and opened the distance, shouting: "Supply Agreement!"

With a command, many hidden movable boards in the room were opened at the same time. A dozen of the laser guns and machine gun muzzles were pointed at the bishop's direction.

The gunshot sounded, and the smell of gunpowder instantly spread to the entire room. The laser tore one by one on the expensive walls, and bullets left countless bullet holes all over the room. Countless shells fell to the ground "ping-pong" like a symphony buried in the gunshot.

The bullet was knocked out, the laser barrel was already hot, and the firepower had to be interrupted. But after the smoke of gunpowder, the bishop still stood there calmly, as if he was just a bystander, and the storm-like offensive just now was not directed at him.

By this time, Lex Luther had realized that this guy was right and he had indeed made a very inappropriate mistake - he took the initiative to provoke when he knew nothing about the other party and put himself in such a passive situation.

He should have been more patient and tried to inquire about the other party and wait for a better opportunity...

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world, it is too late.

The bishop slowly raised a hand at him.

The space cracked in an instant, and a hurricane even more violent than outside the window suddenly appeared in the room. The light blue energy was like a blade mark, cutting a crack in the space. A violent hurricane surged out from it, and irresistible gravity caught Luther and pulled him into it.

Luther yelled as much as possible, glaring unwillingly at the man in front of him.

The man still maintained a calm smile, and there was an inexplicable confidence in his smile, as if from the moment he faced you, he had the confidence to win.

The vortex gathered and the room returned to tranquility. Lex Luther disappeared on the other side of the storm of the storm, completely missing.

(Thanks to book friend cwl782487338.qdcn, the 100 starting coins rewarded by book friend for half a love letter!)
Chapter completed!