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Just as he was deep in thought, Fiora, who was beside him, spoke up in surprise.

He flew up.

Drew Zod stared at the monitor and saw that Rowe, whose feet were firmly planted on the ground, was now slowly flying up from the ground.

Half a meter, one meter, two meters, three meters

Then, Lowe flew freely in the simulator.

Okay, traversing the simulated room, the movements appear lighter than before.

He is gradually escaping the pressure of gravity.

"The testing equipment showed that his speed was also increasing."

Fiora stared in disbelief at the scene on the screen.

At first, Lowe's flight speed was hindered by gravity, so he flew very slowly, but he gradually sped up and eventually became a blur.

"General Zod, he has disappeared."

She continued to track Downey.

But in the blink of an eye, Luo Wei's figure disappeared.

However, the monitoring equipment still showed two vital signs in the simulated room.

"He's adapted already, it's incredible. His adaptability is stronger than I imagined."

Drew Zod was dumbfounded; he was shocked to learn that Rowe had adapted to the red sun.

But witnessing firsthand Lowe's incredible strength and abilities deeply shocked this Kryptonian general.

"He is simply the most perfect genetic specimen on Krypton; the purest Kryptonian blood flows in his veins!"

Drew Zod's eyes were filled with fanaticism; for a Kryptonian racist, Rowe's power undoubtedly made him feel the glory of his race.

He muttered to himself, "Joel is right, the future of the Son of El is full of limitless potential and limitless hope."

Sunday, sunny.

At the Metropolitan Lex Corporation building, a large crowd of media reporters gathered at the entrance today because the city's future star—Lex Luthor—had finally reappeared in the public eye after disappearing for a week.

Furthermore, the company immediately apologized to the public, stating that the previous rumors about Superman were spread by a media professional from one of its newspapers who abused his power to create panic in society. The employee has since been demoted.

Thanks to LexCorp's strong public relations efforts, coupled with CEO Luther's management, the stock price, which had previously fallen due to the rumors about Superman, has been stabilized.

"He should be here. Could he be hiding at home?"

In the top-floor office of the Lexcorp Group, Alexander Luther rummaged through his desk and bookshelves, searching for something.

"Didn't he write it?"

Luther searched through a pile of books and notebooks but couldn't find it. "No, impossible. If I were him, I would definitely write it down. Otherwise, how could my conscience bear it?"

Bang

Suddenly, as he opened the last cabinet, a thick notebook fell out from between the gaps. It was a notebook with a sheepskin cover, and the yellowed pages showed that the notebook was quite old.

"He did indeed keep a diary."

Alexander Luther opened the notebook, which contained Lex Luther's habitual diary entries.

Although he doesn't write every day, most of what he does write about are important events, including Lex's network of contacts and his views on the people around him.

"It's fairly detailed."

Luther breathed a sigh of relief after reading it. Fortunately, Lex wasn't exactly a respectable person and had a habit of keeping a diary.

Without this diary, he would have had a hard time handling things here in the future.

Just now, during the press conference, Alexander Luther almost called out the wrong names of the board members, but fortunately Bruce Wayne helped him collect the list and files of the LexCorp board of directors.

Otherwise, the board of directors...

Those seasoned veterans will probably slip up before they see through their act.

"His assistant, Eve, was the person he loved most. He actually chose Eve, not Louise."

Alexander Luther looked at the notebook, savoring Lex's daily life, which contained many of his innermost thoughts.

It allows for a better imitation of Lex Luthor's personality traits, such as narcissism, arrogance, and ambition. Lex Luthor has many unknown aspects.

The latest diary entries also reveal malice towards Superman.

Luthor watched with great interest, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. "Lex Luthor, pathetic man. Going against Superman never ends well."

Eve is pretty.

Luther picked up the photo on his desk again; it was of a beautiful woman with a sexy and charming appearance.

Jingle Bell! ! !

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling him so much that his hand trembled. "Fuck, who is it?"

"Which one?"

He picked up the phone.

"Lex Luthor, what do you say?"

Alexander Luther listened to the familiar, hateful voice on the phone, a dark glint in his eyes. "An outsider?"

"Good, you're not dead. It seems the plan succeeded."

"I am the chosen one. Everyone must die eventually, except me."

Upon hearing the reply and the familiar voice, Alexander Luther immediately realized that the person on the other end was indeed an outsider and a criminal syndicate.

"Heh, your voice is really annoying, just like that loser's. But you did a good thing, and I'll keep my promise to you soon."

A sinister laugh came from the other end of the phone, sounding sickly like the Joker from Gotham.

despair!

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The call was immediately disconnected, followed by a busy tone with intermittent static.

"What promise do you need to keep?"

Alexander Luther was surprised and quickly flipped through his diary, but there was no record of it.

This made him frown, his fingers tapping on the table. "Is it a test? Or did Lex simply not write this down in his diary?"

Although Lex doesn't write everything in his diary, he can't be sure if the outsider was testing him just now.

Finally, Alexander Luther stood up from his chair and decided to report the matter to Bruce Wayne first, since Gotham's legends were best suited for studying the psychology of outsiders.

Chapter 124: Crime Syndicate, Evil Forever (0124: Crime Syndicate, Evil Forever)

one)

A steel building stands in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, with the iconic letters "Justice League" prominently displayed in the center.

It has only been a few months since Batman founded the Justice League, and the current League has not yet received international recognition and is an organization that does not meet the required standards.

Therefore, the Justice League headquarters is neither in Paris nor in New York, and the Hall of Justice was not built. It was only Batman who built this tall building with the help of Atlantis for convenience.

It is a building that looks like a watchtower, but is larger in size.

Meanwhile, at the top floor of the base, in the headquarters center of the Justice League.

Several core members of the Justice League, all fully armed, sat at the conference table, their expressions and the atmosphere particularly solemn.

“Bruce, are you sure you want to believe Alexander? His counterpart is trying to kill Superman.”

Aquaman Arthur Curry stroked the trident, his tone full of doubt.

“Lowe is willing to believe him, and there is no better plan at the moment.”

“Alexander believed the Crime Syndicate would come, so we waited here as planned. This was something we discussed with Rowe.”

Bruce Wayne spoke calmly.

“You should have brought Alexander along. If he stabs us in the back, there’s nothing we can do here.”

Arthur Curry still refused to trust Alexander, for a simple reason: Alexander was, after all, from Earth-3, and who could guarantee that this bald man had no selfish motives or bad intentions?

“Arthur, if the Crime Syndicate sees Alexander here, he’ll be exposed. Besides, the Crime Syndicate might make him do something else, so we can better understand their plans.”

Barry Allen leaned back in his chair and said speechlessly, "You're even more cautious than Bruce. Bruce never questioned Alexander from beginning to end."

"That's because you're too kind-hearted."

Arthur Curry replied that Bruce was more cautious than him and never let anyone know what he was really thinking.

Click!

At that moment, the conference room door opened, and a figure almost entirely made of machinery walked in. His red mechanical eyes scanned everyone before he finally pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Steelbow, you're too late."

Bruce Wayne glanced at him and asked, "Where's Diana? Haven't you been able to contact her?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. It might be because of the metallic substance in my body that's causing an adverse reaction."

Victor Stone frowned at first, then shook his head and continued, "You mean Diana? I haven't been able to contact her."

"That's strange, how long has it been since we last contacted Diana?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce Wayne had a bad feeling.

"About two weeks? The last time the three of us came back to investigate Atomic Girl, we didn't see Diana either. She left headquarters about two weeks ago."

Barry Allen's expression gradually turned uneasy as he recalled the events, and shock flashed in his eyes. "Could Diana have been an undercover agent too?"

He had barely finished speaking when he immediately...

Denied: "Impossible, Diana was helping us from the very beginning, she was so..."

"Kid, don't let beauty cloud your judgment. But we can't draw a conclusion on this matter until we find Diana."

Arthur Curry slapped his chin and stroked it, saying, "I'm just curious, would the Amazons really associate with evil?"

I don't think so.