American comic book red Superman

After all, Lex Luthor hadn't appeared at press conferences for several days, and even today's explosive news hadn't made him show up.

Many people began to have doubts about Lex Luthor.

"That's perfect."

Luo Wei nodded.

"Don't you have anything else to say? I've helped you a lot, you should at least toast me."

Bruce Wayne wasn't surprised by Lowe's performance; Lowe had always seemed rather unemotional.

He poured himself a few glasses of wine and handed one to Luo Wei. "By the way, are you really only seventeen?"

"Including the time it took for Krypton to fly to Earth, I'm already eighteen, but my birth date on my household registration is the day I was born."

Lowe took the glass, clinked it against Bruce's, and took a sip.

“You can’t drink alcohol if you’re under 21, Bruce. You’re committing a crime.”

Arthur Curry joked.

"I know, but the fighter jets have already flown into Gotham's airspace."

Bruce Wayne smiled slightly as his fighter jet entered the skies above Gotham City, but no one noticed it flying over the gloomy sea of ​​clouds.

"Gotham belongs to the Wayne family. Respect to Bruce."

Lowe couldn't help but smile when he heard Bruce's casual yet arrogant words.

"Respect to Superman, respect to Lowell."

Bruce smiled and raised his glass in response.

After the group finished a few drinks, the fighter jet landed smoothly at Wayne Manor. There were no other outsiders in this lush manor.

Occasionally a few security guards would pass by, but the high walls blocked the fighter jets, and no one noticed that a fighter jet was parked here.

"Everyone, it's getting late, I..."

I'm going back first. Where's Pandora?

Lowe disembarked from the fighter jet and declined Bruce's invitation.

He had to go back and inform Drew Zod to prepare for war with Earth-3, and also remind Bruce Wayne to be prepared and not to trust the other members of the Justice League too easily.

"She's gone."

"She left a message, saying that perhaps she was wrong from the beginning: evil will always exist and cannot be sealed away by the Pandora's Box alone; they will always reappear in other ways."

Bruce Wayne recounted Pandora's last words before she left.

"I hope she really understands."

Lowe didn't understand Pandora's thoughts; a woman's mind is unfathomable, let alone a witch who had lived for thousands of years.

He then took off and returned to China.

The remaining Aquaman, Flash, and Green Lantern also left one after another to prepare for the upcoming war.

These past few days have seen a series of events.

This also put them under unprecedented pressure; this enemy seemed to be stronger than ever before.

"Hey"

After everyone left, Bruce Wayne sighed, and the manor fell silent again.

He parked the fighter jet, dragged his exhausted body, took a shower, and then went to the living room to light the fireplace.

The dark living room was lit by a dim, yellowish fire that shone on Bruce's face as he turned on the television.

The news broadcast inside was about clarifying Superman's situation.

"Cough cough."

Bruce drank a few glasses of wine and felt drowsy; he hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for the past few days.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, a clap of thunder outside jolted Bruce Wayne awake from his drowsy slumber.

He opened his eyes in fear and looked out at the darkness of the night, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun under the sofa.

slam-la-

Outside the window, a heavy downpour began, the raindrops splashing against the windowpane with a loud "pitter-patter".

"Damn."

"I should have had double-glazed windows installed."

Bruce cursed under his breath and took a sip of his drink to calm himself down.

Bang bang bang!

boom! ! !

Just as he turned down the TV volume, covered himself with a blanket, and was about to go back to sleep, there was a rapid knocking on the front door.

"Who?"

Robin?

Ah Fu?

Bruce immediately became alert; neither of them were correct.

The two of them won't be going home tonight, and since they have keys, they usually just walk in without knocking.

Security personnel?

Less likely.

Wayne Manor has two walls, and no one is allowed to enter the inner circle without permission. Moreover, security personnel will contact the authorities by phone in case of an emergency.

It's simply impossible for them to come in without permission.

"Damn."

Bruce was deep in thought about who might come knocking at this hour.

Ultimately, the clues either fall on familiar faces at Arkham Asylum or on gangsters in some dark neighborhood.

"call"

Bruce pulled out the pistol hidden under the sofa, and without slippers, cautiously made his way towards the door, stepping on the cold floor.

There was still a knocking sound at the door.

bang bang bang! ! !

Bruce glanced through the crack in the door and could clearly see the shadow of a pair of feet outside, seemingly wearing leather boots.

Instead of rushing to the door, he went to one side of the hall, where a laptop was placed.

etc.

After entering the password and connecting to the network, Wayne Manor began to appear, displaying surveillance footage from various corners.

The surveillance cameras cover everything, from the living room to the security room. There are no blind spots except for the bedrooms and bathrooms.

but

"hiss"

Bruce Wayne frowned, because one of the surveillance cameras had lost signal—the one at the villa's main gate!

Was something sabotaged?

As he pondered, the knocking on the door continued. Then he noticed that the surveillance footage on the left side of the villa's gate clearly showed only a pair of feet at the villa's entrance.

"only one person?"

Bruce Wayne gripped his pistol tightly, repeatedly confirming that no one else was around, before his gaze darkened.

They started walking towards the gate, step by step, as the knocking on the door grew louder and louder.

Finally, Bruce placed his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, pulled hard, and aimed the gun at the outside.

Click!

"You are."

My God!

Boom! ! !

Bruce Wayne opened the door and froze, forgetting to pull the trigger. Outside, the wind and cold rain lashed against his face.

The lightning flashed, illuminating his shocked and terrified face with crystal clarity.

Standing outside the door was Lex Luthor, who had just died today.

He was dressed in strange clothes, somewhat like battle gear, and had a smile on his face, but it was all overshadowed by the lightning, the torrential rain, and Bruce Wayne's mood.

Lex Luthor's smile, the curve of his lips, looked so eerie.

"Hello, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

“I am Lex Luthor.”

Chapter 121: Alexander Luther, a visit to Earth 3

Before the vintage fireplace, the dim firelight illuminated Bruce's face. He sat solemnly on the sofa, a pistol beside him and a glass of wine in his right hand.

On the small sofa opposite, sat the bald Luther, also drinking alcohol. However, he had no weapons in his hands, only his strange battle suit, made of steel, which exuded advanced technology.

"Bruce, I'm surprised you invited me in."

Luther took a sip of his drink and smiled.

"I'm just curious, what does the infamous Lex Luthor want with me, Bruce, on a stormy night?"

Bruce Wayne also took a sip of his drink, but his palms, which were holding the glass, were sweating with nervousness, while he still wore a relaxed and carefree smile.