The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 207 Luther's Miscalculation

The current situation is a compromise between the two sides.

Jason was waiting for a glimmer of hope, while the virus was simply growing stronger, patiently waiting for the moment when it would completely devour Jason.

After all, the core support still lies with the virus, and there aren't many people in Gotham City who can fully withstand the virus's transformation.

Ninety-nine percent of ordinary people can only live for a maximum of twenty-four hours after being infected.

Some superhumans might be able to endure it for a longer time, but if their will is not strong enough, they will become completely puppets of the virus once infected (like Hawkman). They may seem to have been enhanced by the virus's mutation, but in fact, their physical life has already entered its countdown.

Two days? Three days?

Superhumans are all different, and Jason can't calculate the specifics, but there's no doubt that if the hope he's waiting for doesn't come, the entire Gotham City will be completely turned into a dead zone the moment dawn breaks.

By then, Jason's conviction will surely crumble, and the virus will finally have a complete body, free from any obstacles, and will spread from Gotham City to the whole world, having been tightly bound by Jason.

Looking up at the thick green fog in the sky that seemed to never dissipate, the sky remained pitch black even after penetrating everything.

The maximum 24-hour window for ordinary people to become infected is running out.

"Jeongte? Lee Jeong?"

Jason silently repeated the two names to himself once more.

He did not know the other person.

After all, in his world, at least before his death, there was no such person.

But after he was reborn in this world, he heard this name more than once.

Nightwing mentioned this name before he was infected.

The Justice League had mentioned this name before it fell.

After Batman was seriously injured and fell into a coma, Jason also found the name in the computer in the Batcave.

In Batman's assessment, Lee Jung/Jung Te is a guy who might resort to extremely drastic measures at any time.

An unstable, love-starved individual.

Even Superman, once seen as a beacon of hope by the world, warned himself before those dark veins completely covered his face, on the verge of a mental breakdown, while clutching his head.

"Don't try to take any action against the Teen Titan, otherwise he might take some extreme measures, such as cutting off a part of Earth and throwing it into space to prevent the global spread of the virus."

Jason hadn't fully listened yet, but the original virus residing in his body had listened first.

Before Jason could react, they immediately manipulated the Oracle to begin monitoring the Teen Titans base and erased all network messages that could potentially leak information about a supervirus outbreak in Gotham City.

Jason had intended to interfere with the original virus, but the viral consciousness residing in him instantly bristled like a cat hissing.

Jason was immediately given a serious warning, as this also constituted interference with the virus's pursuit of its eternal goal.

Unless Jason is confident that he can abandon the idea of ​​containing the virus in Gotham City, he must immediately concentrate all his willpower and fight the virus to the death right now.

"There are less than seven hours left. Considering the elderly and children with weaker constitutions, the time may be halved. You should have already arrived in Gotham. I wonder how confident you are now."

"What? There were no ambushes at the watchtower?"

After Li Zhen contacted Kara and Blue Beetle, who had arrived at the watchtower, through Constantine's layers of intermediaries, they were both somewhat surprised.

In his mind, the first thing a virus capable of possessing self-awareness should have noticed was Lex Luthor, whom it had designed and cultivated.

When Li Zhen had instructed Kara and Blue Beetle to head to the watchtower, she had anticipated that the virus might have already killed Luther, who was imprisoned and beyond saving.

Either they've planted a bunch of powerful infected inside the watchtower, lying in wait for anyone who might come to rescue Luther.

As a result, the watchtower had absolutely no means of prevention, as if it had been deliberately ignored.

This left Li Zhen completely bewildered.

"How is Luther doing now?"

"Not very good."

Because there were several transfers in between, Constantine first used the small amount of lightning that Shazam's magical essence, which he had tricked into giving him in order to reopen the Eternal Council portal, to communicate with Shazam, who was still busy with the Metropolitan evacuation mission, through magical telepathy.

Afterwards, Shazam, dissatisfied with Constantine, flew up to the watchtower while cursing. Then, Shazam acted as a relay station, with Blue Beetle as the loudspeaker and microphone, allowing the two sides to successfully communicate.

Finally, Kara has a conversation with Lee Jung.

"Blue Beetle consulted part of the Watchtower's logs and found that, given Luthor's dangerous nature, the Justice League was only sending him one meal and one bottle of water a day."

"After that, Luther got inexplicably angry and deliberately knocked over his plate. Then he meditated for several days in a row, drawing in the air in the prison. At his most obsessed, he skipped a meal."

"Finally, the entire Justice League was mobilized, and not a single person was left behind. It had been exactly nineteen hours since Luthor last went without food, and now another seventeen hours had passed. Luthor was now so hungry that he was twitching on the ground."

Li Zhenren was completely numb from listening to it.

"Is he feeling better now?"

Kara was puzzled by what she heard.

"Why is he feeling better now?"

"You didn't find him any food—wait, he's still in jail?"

"Otherwise what?"

What else?!

This guy missed the final push and ended up starving to death by the savior.

As a wealthy man, Lex Luthor must not only have a regular diet, but also take good care of his health, right?

Li Zhen's hands were trembling. She managed to calm herself down and took a deep breath.

"Even if neither of you has the authority to release him, Kara, your power is more than enough to demolish that cell, isn't it?"

Then Li Zhen heard Kara take a deep, suppressed breath.

"Instructor, have you forgotten why I ended up like this?"

Oh.

That's right.

Superman's family all have a grudge against Lex Luthor; last time, they even orchestrated Doomsday, which almost killed Superman.

"And you didn't even tell me that I was supposed to release the prisoners inside the watchtower first after I arrived!"

That's obvious.

Before coming to Gotham, Li Zhen didn't know that this virus was the Amozzo virus created by New 52 Luther.

Kara, even if she despises Luthor's bald head, will surely release him first out of compassion, just like Superman.

But this Kara is now a spiritual Vitrum who regards the Emperor and Li Zhen as spiritual vanguards and has received special training from Li Zhen.

Before receiving Li Zhen's next instructions, it was already a miracle that she refrained from rushing in and slapping the starving Luther to death.

After much misunderstanding and confusion, Kara reluctantly smashed the cell door where Luther was being held with a single punch.

Luther, who was lying on the floor, weakly lifted his eyelids and glanced groggily at Kara as she walked in.

"Where's the Justice League? Where's Batman?"

Luther, who was still immersed in the idea that the Justice League had turned to him because they couldn't solve the Amodrome virus, had his illusions shattered when his stomach first growled.

He knew that if there had been even one person left on duty at the watchtower, he wouldn't have starved to this state.

But driven by some kind of hunger-induced hallucination, Luther asked a hopeful question before asking for food.

"They're all infected and waiting for you to save them."

Kara grabbed Luther off the ground with disgust and tossed him to the blue beetle Jaime.

With his last ounce of strength, Luther stubbornly raised his head, his pale, dry lips trembling as he spoke.

"Damn it—useless trash!"