The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 257 Emerging from the Water

"A middle-aged man who runs a dry cleaning shop is struggling to pay for his wife and daughter who are still in the hospital."

Jason's tone was somewhat complicated.

"He also retained his superpowers, such as the ability to manipulate electricity. Unlike those other reckless gangs, he initially just patrolled the streets of Gotham, wanting to help some people in need."

He paused, then added.

"I followed him for two days, watching him fight off petty thieves and watching him gather with a group of ordinary people who also have superpowers. I thought he would also become one of those people who are consumed by power, but I didn't expect him to be more clear-headed than I thought."

"Of course, it's a bit rash and a bit foolish at the same time."

Finally, a sound came from the corner.

Wilson used the shockwave of electric current to force the garbage out of his mouth.

Forced to remain calm, he listened to the entire conversation between Red Hood and White Hood, and at that moment, a hint of doubt finally arose in his heart.

Wilson struggled to lift himself up with his belly, then rolled over, ignoring the dusty strand of bangs obscuring his vision, and questioned Jason urgently.

"You say they're all bad, what proof do you have?"

"What, didn't you watch the news while you were working at the dry cleaners during the day these past few days?"

Jason chuckled.

"After Gotham was cleared of the virus and liberated, a lot of reporters came to Metropolis next door. They stayed in the city for many days and didn't leave. They kept digging for breaking news. The news about the superpowered gang carrying out a terrorist attack on the welfare home could be seen everywhere."

Wilson's face turned bright red, and his obese body writhed wildly within the restraints.

It rolled around the room like a fat maggot before Jason finally stepped on it.

"News? Who knows if you bribed those reporters! And those so-called attacks, maybe you staged it all yourself. You killed so many people right in front of me!"

The middle-aged man remained defiant, but his tone lacked its previous certainty and sounded more like an unconscious rebuttal.

After all, the conversation between the two men was too relaxed and undisguised. They even seemed indifferent to his existence as a "prisoner," which was completely different from the ruthless appearance of the supervillain he had imagined.

Jason completely ignored him, as if the middle-aged man at his feet was just an insignificant stumbling block.

He put away the radar and focused his gaze on Li Zhen, clearly more concerned about the situation on Apokolips and whether Li Zhen had brought back any truly useful clues.

Wilson's roars gradually subsided, and his twisting movements slowed down.

He lay on the cold floor, staring at the peeling paint on the ceiling, the sound of raindrops pattering in his ears, and the voices of the two men starting to talk again. He finally forced himself to calm down.

Yes, those two don't care about him at all.

If they really wanted to kill him, in the alley, Red Hood's precise marksmanship and White Hood's terrifying strength—enough to toss him onto his shoulder with just two fingers—would have been enough.

Everything was enough to make him die quietly; there was no need to go through the trouble of tying him up here and letting him ramble on and on.

They kept him around only because he was different from the other mind-affected superhumans; they felt he had value that they could exploit and help them find what they wanted.

Thinking about it this way, Wilson's fear lessened a bit, replaced by a complex sense of bewilderment.

He began to doubt whether his previous belief that "the Red Hoods are murderers" was truly wrong.

These two professionally dressed and capable individuals had no reason to go to such lengths to lie to an ordinary dry cleaner like him.

Those he thought were like-minded people might just have ulterior motives towards him.

He fell silent, ceasing his struggle, and simply listened to the conversation between the two men with his eyes open, the scales in his heart tipping little by little.

By this time, Jason had shared all the details of his investigation into the superpowered group and his contact with the employment organization to examine the corpse, adding at the end.

"The medical report should arrive tomorrow, at which point we'll be able to confirm whether the Aspergillus virus can truly cause mental distortion."

Li Zhen also imitated Jason's posture, leaning back gently against the wall.

The clothes he had taken from the universal body still retained magic and divine power, and not a speck of dust could touch them.

In fact, Li Zhen was quite certain about this. Before he came, he had already learned about the situation of Titan Base and the Justice League these days through Rachel.

Mia, one of the only two victims in the incident, tested positive for a new mutated virus, but it does not possess the danger of the Amodro virus and is currently under observation in an isolation room.

The plastic man who exhibited mental abnormalities during the virus outbreak is now being held in a watchtower.

Although Patrick insists that the virus in his body has been completely cleared and he is now completely normal.

However, due to his unusual physical structure, it was impossible to confirm whether he still had the virus in his body using conventional testing methods like others, so he had to continue to be detained for the time being.

However, the example of plastic men is quite clear; in addition to infection, these things almost certainly have the effect of altering minds.

"I've made an absolute enemy of Apokolips. I blasted that planet apart, and many of the New Gods died at my hands."

Jason didn't even lift his eyelids upon hearing this; instead, he scoffed.

"What does it matter? Anyway, Apokolips and Darkseid have never given up their covetousness for Earth, and they'll come knocking on our door sooner or later."

"As for you, this is like giving yourself a permanent field job across the universe. The God's Domain can project another one over at any time. You'll be busy from now on."

Li Zhen's face instantly darkened, and veins bulged on her forehead.

But he didn't dwell on the matter too much, since finding Viman Vandeba was the most important thing right now.

He waved his hand, changing the subject.

"Let's not talk about that. I got information about Viman Vandeba from Disad. The information you brought from your universe is outdated."

Jason finally looked up, quite surprised.

"Outdated? What do you mean?"

"Disad told me personally before he died that Viman was kicked out of the Dark Elite a long time ago."

"The specific reasons were not elaborated, but it is certain that he has not been affiliated with Apokolips for a long time, nor does he serve Darkseid."

Jason paused for a moment after hearing this, then a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"So, when we put our information together, we arrive at a clear conclusion."

"Even if Wyman is kicked out of Apokolips and abandoned by Darkseid, he is still the best new leader for those guys in the Dark Side Club."

The Dark Side Club members are a bunch of lunatics who worship Apokolips and want to fawn over Darkseid but can't even get close to him.

Wyman, being of New God origin, had personally served Darkseid. In their eyes, being able to curry favor with Wyman was already an immense blessing, enough to make them ecstatic.

"And that guy Wyman might have always dreamed of returning to Apokolips. The Dark Side Club is just a manpower he can use when he has no other choice. The ultimate goal of all his plans is most likely to please Darkseid again."

Li Zhen paused for a moment, then reached out from the shadows behind her and pulled out a palm-sized badge.

The badge is entirely black, with a grotesque, non-human skull carved on it. Two dark red crystals are embedded in the skull's eye sockets, emitting a faint, eerie energy.

He tossed the badge to Jason.

"This thing is said to be the badge of honor that Viman Vandeba used to wear on his chest. It was given to me by Disad before he died, who said that it contained Viman's energy imprint."

"Take a look, is there any way to pinpoint the true radiation signal from Wiemann using this?"

Jason held the badge between his fingers, twirling it between his fingers a few times, nodding and then shaking his head.

"The chances aren't great, but I can give it a try. By the way, could you please stop treating me like a technician?"

Li Zhen ignored Jason's words and instead went to the makeshift desk in Jason's apartment, looking through the messy documents and discarded metal parts that she had casually swept aside while modifying the radar.

He noticed that Jason had even marked the time on those clues and documents.

"Oh, speaking of which, I just realized that the flow of time on Apokolips is different from that on Earth. I feel like I've only spent less than a day there, but a week has already passed here on Earth?"

Li Zhen asked casually.

"Did I miss anything important?"

Jason was fiddling with the badge and radar, head down, seemingly trying to figure out how to combine the two.

He didn't even look up, but his tone was inexplicably somber.

"Batman has gone missing."

Li Zhen suddenly raised her head.

"Why have they disappeared again?"

"This time it's different; he left voluntarily."

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