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Chapter 771: Mortal's Persistence

"What a perfect masterpiece!"

In a high-tech laboratory, disheveled Lex Luthor stared at the monster lying on the operating table with fascination. This was his brainchild, a monster more powerful than Superman.

Just as he was quietly admiring it, the tightly closed door was opened, and two burly men dressed as mercenaries walked in, escorting a fat man.

"Boss, mission accomplished!"

The mercenary on the right pushed the fat man to the ground, then stood aside and said in a daze.

"Who are you? I don't seem to have anything that deserves this treatment."

Jerry rubbed his wrist painfully: "Or do you need experimental materials? If so, I hope to give the funeral expenses to my mother. She needs the money."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Lex Luthor shook his head quickly, then helped him up from the ground and pretended to scold the mercenary: "How can you treat my guests like this!"

"Feel sorry."

Being managed by someone else is not because the mercenary has no temper, but because the reward is too much: "Sir, please forgive me."

"Look, he apologized."

Lex Luthor smiled affectionately, "Friend, do you know Superman?"

"The one who flies around in the sky and likes to meddle in other people's business?"

Jerry was a little confused, but he had one good thing, which was that he never thought about things beyond his ability.

"Yes, that's the guy who likes to meddle in other people's business! I like this adjective."

Lex Luthor laughed: "Those monsters who always like to satisfy their desires under the banner of justice are not worthy of being called heroes. Did you see the battle a few days ago? The once prosperous streets turned into ruins, and countless people were displaced. They are too dangerous!"

"Well, sir, you are right, but what does this have to do with me?"

Jerry thought about it, and finally asked his doubts: "I don't think I can be related to Superman. In fact, before you caught me, I was worrying about what to eat next."

"related."

Lex Luthor turned around, walked to the computer, and after clicking the mouse a few times, he called up a large amount of data.

Some of the photos made Jerry purse his lips.

"I have investigated Superman's growth trajectory. He was adopted by a farmer. Because he was a freak, he had no friends since he was a child, so he attached great importance to the people around him."

Pointing his finger at the screen, which was a student ID photo, Lex Luthor said excitedly: "This person is Superman's only friend! And you happen to be his friend, I think you can help me."

"I never do anything to hurt my friends."

Jerry said without hesitation.

Although the person in the photo looked younger, his face and cocky expression made him recognize him at a glance.

This is Amber, the bar owner who has never beaten me in a game.

Although the other party is not good at playing and likes to play, it is undeniable that the friendship between the two is real.

Jerry also has no friends, so he cherishes them very much.

"Don't rush to refuse, listen to my price first."

Lex Luthor was not angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "One million. As long as you promise to help me do one thing, I will give you one million."

Jerry was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"I really don't like people rejecting me. You love your mother very much, right? If her illness is not treated, she may not live for more than three months. Think carefully."

After a long silence.

"What do you want me to do?"

Jerry finally seemed to have relented.

"It's simple. Superman is a time bomb to the Earth, but he is too strong, so we need some other methods."

Lex Luthor came up to Jerry, talked for a while, and then patted his shoulder with a smile: "I can give you a deposit of one hundred thousand dollars first."

"no problem."

Jerry nodded. "Good decision."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lex Luthor stopped wasting time on him and turned around to continue admiring his masterpiece.

He still needs a little time before the monster that can completely destroy Superman can wake up completely.

bar.

"So, if you agreed, why did you tell me?"

Amber drank ice water with a slight smile on her face.

Catherine, who was standing by, was so angry that her mouth swelled up into a puff.

She was just about to get a raise, but Jerry suddenly came back and disrupted all her plans.

"We are friends."

Jerry drank his favorite whiskey and said, "A gentleman should not do anything to let his friends down."

"You are indeed an interesting fellow."

Amber snapped her fingers, and Joseph very tactfully filled the drink: "Come, for our friendship."

"For friendship."

Jerry looked at the refilled glass and started laughing too.

"I should go back. Mom is still waiting for me to cook."

"Ah."

Amber didn't try to stop him.

When Jerry disappeared, she turned her gaze to Catherine.

"This guy has a very noble soul."

"So he could only go to collect welfare meals every week and live in a black community."

Catherine curled her lips and said, "Is being noble useful? It can't be used to make a living!"

Amber withdrew her gaze and ignored the hypocritical woman, continuing to drink.

Those who can stay in the bar basically have their own strengths.

It could be persistence, character, or unique talents in certain areas.

Although Catherine seems to love money, she is actually the pillar of a family. She is still in school and is unwilling to sell herself, so she lives a very hard life.

Joseph's situation was much the same, only more dire.

After all, they are illegal immigrants and there is no telling when they will be deported.

The reason why Amber helped them was just to satisfy her own little thoughts.

Just then, the serious voice of the host came from the TV hanging on the ceiling.

"The question of whether Superman is a hero has passed. I believe the audience has the answer. A butcher who kills innocent people indiscriminately is not worthy of shouldering our fate."

Beyond the sound, there is a real-time broadcast of the trial scene.

The black woman with a sad face and tears in her eyes was accusing Superman of what he had done to her village.

According to her story, her relatives and friends were ruthlessly killed by Superman just because they said one wrong thing.

Although no substantial evidence was produced, in people's eyes, such a weak person would definitely not lie.

Compared to this, Superman, who looks almost like a god, seems completely untrustworthy.

He is so strong! He must have done it!
But as Clark appeared on the screen, the original accusation disappeared, replaced by an extremely rich fire.

boom! !

The explosives that Lex had set up long ago exploded.

(End of this chapter)