The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

The solar system.

On a twilight asteroid with an extremely short orbital period.

After a simple modification to the mother box, some air was retained, so when all the dust surrounding the asteroid was raised, the pleasant roar also sounded simultaneously.

It can only be said that as a member of the new god race, Viman's ability to withstand attacks as a civil official was a pleasant surprise to Li Zhen.

He pressed Wiman's head onto the ground and circled the extremely hidden asteroid, scraping the ground a full lap, only to lose half a head and a shoulder.

Li Zhen indifferently grabbed the remaining remains of Viman's body, leaped up, and brought the half-head to his eyes for a closer look.

"I'm sorry, I was a little too hasty."

The body of the new god is not so easy to die. When Li Zhen killed Kant and those unknown trash on Apokolips, he used methods that either tore them to pieces or smashed their brains.

With the remaining half of his head still visible, Viman could see the bloody gash at the opening, and half of his brain was still trembling slightly.

In this state, even if one is not yet dead, one's consciousness is definitely scattered.

Li Zhen sighed.

He suddenly realized that he absolutely needed to change his bad habit of being too hasty. He was acting too quickly.

Although Witrum's past lessons did not particularly condone their methods of inflicting prolonged torture on enemies, a considerable number of Visians actually enjoyed the screams and fears of the process during invasions and conquests.

This thing is like smoking to people in Witrum – it's discouraged, but if you do it a few times in private, nobody will care.

Of course, Li Zhen used to despise such behavior, so he was more accustomed to making swift and decisive decisions.

"If only I had learned more from the instructors back then, this global whitewashing is the mildest I can imagine."

As a result, Viman still couldn't hold on. He lost consciousness after his face was pressed against the ground and he had barely spun around once. Before Li Zhen could even vent her anger, she had to consider how to deal with Viman's corpse, who was on the verge of dying.

Taking it back is definitely unrealistic. This asteroid is located within the solar glare shield, and the omnipresent intense light and excessive heat radiation obscure Li Zhen's ability to perceive his location, making it impossible for him to confirm Earth's position by sight.

If you randomly jump into the universe and make a faster-than-light jump, it's fine if you accidentally don't head towards Earth.

If it were to plunge headfirst into the vacuum zone outside the solar system or even go directly into the sun, that would be a disaster.

So the only way is to carry this disgusting thing in through Rachel's Shadow Dimension. Who knows how Rachel will scold and punish me for it?

Eh?

Will the mother box work? Carrying the barely alive Viman, Li Zhen returned to the asteroid cave where the other party had been hiding.

Although Li Zhen had already surveyed the area upon landing to guard against possible ambushes.

But looking at it again now, one can't help but marvel at how Wyman is practically comparable to Uncle 'Conqueror' from the planet Witrum.

An office worker, for safety and security, used the Mother Box to hide in an asteroid that is invisible even to astronomical telescopes, enduring high temperatures and intense light, huddled in a cave so small that even a dog would get constipated, with only a few cans of food with illegible writing on them and a bottle of hair oil from Earth on the ground.

In this environment, which is hardly better than hell, he squats in such a place and remotely directs his subordinates to do things.

He also accomplished feats that most superhumans on Earth could not—nearly killing Lee Jung and devising a way to bring Darkseid, who had lost his reincarnation, into this universe.

It must be said that Viman Vandeba is the first adversary in history who, despite not being particularly strong, managed to leave a lasting impression on Lee Jung.

It remains to be seen whether Wyman, who was expelled from Apokolips, can be resurrected on Apokolips in the realm of the gods, like the other new gods.

Having such a guy lurking in the shadows, ready to ambush you at any moment, is truly chilling.

After taking one last deep look at the incredibly simple cave, Li Zhen found a sharp, long stone and casually nailed Viman to the cave wall.

He then picked up the mother box that he had just knocked away, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and began to study it, taking in the sound of the last bit of blood flowing from Wyman's body.

...Hael pulled Wilson up to the second floor of the house.

Pushing open the door, one could see that there were seven people crammed into the small room.

As the lowest-ranking dark hosts in Viman's forces, they were completely unaware that they were entirely under someone else's control, and they were also oblivious to the fact that their biggest boss had gone offline.

On the contrary, having lost the indirect control of the man in black robes, they clearly no longer had any need to pretend or put on an act in front of Wilson.

One of them was standing on the large bed in the middle of the room, passionately addressing the other six people, when the sudden opening of the door interrupted him, and everyone looked over with displeasure.

Wilson and Helter looked around the room.

Guns, bullets, and daggers were scattered everywhere, and one of the daggers even had bloodstains that hadn't been wiped clean.

On the blackboard next to the bed, there was clearly a picture of Gotham City's largest bank, with a big red X drawn next to it.

No matter how you look at it, this room doesn't seem to have any good people in it.

Helt was so angry that his lips trembled.

"Didn't I tell you to put all this damn stuff away beforehand?!"

The impassioned young man standing on the bed paused, raised a hand to scratch his hair, which was more messy than a bird's nest, and looked puzzled. "Why are you putting it away? By the way, is that the new guy next to you?"

No sooner had he asked than the young man jumped off the bed, pushed aside the people around him, and eagerly walked over to grab Wilson's hand.

"Great! My plan was missing someone to draw police fire. John was originally supposed to do it, but he's dead, so it's your turn!"

Now, even with Wilson's excellent acting skills, he couldn't force his way through this situation.

Because the other person can no longer possibly be a good person!

Wilson shoved the other man away with a look of disgust, a righteous expression appearing on his chubby face.

"Sorry, I won't join."

The young man wasn't immediately angry, but looked at Helt, seemingly wanting to blame him for not explaining things clearly to the newcomer.

Helt looked strange and bewildered.

She looked at Wilson, then at her own hands.

"Wait a minute, why should I play along with this fat bastard?"

Clearly, with the black-robed man falling unconscious due to blood loss, these dark hosts, endowed with superpowers by the Amozzo virus, had completely slipped out of control. In Wilson's telepathic communication, Rachel's monotonous, cold voice rang out.

"The white one hasn't returned yet, and the red one is still on its way. You'll probably have to hold on for a while. I think you'd better go along with them for now..."

Wilson watched as Helter, who had just been recruited by the messy-haired young man, was dragged aside and forced to drink a glass of whiskey. He pursed his lips and sighed.

He then took a strip of cloth, stained with sweat and smelling of rancidity, from his pocket and calmly tied it around his face.

"You all seemed to be discussing how to rob a bank just now?"

Wilson's voice trembled slightly with barely suppressed excitement.

He raised his hands, striking a very amateurish fighting stance.

"I'm sorry, it's not just that I don't want to join you."

The young man with the messy hair turned around and glanced at him, then seemed to be amused.

"Dude, are you trying to stop me?"

Wilson finally stopped shaking and responded decisively.

"Yes, as a superhero!" The man with the messy hair stopped laughing.

He casually picked up a pistol that was on the table.

The remaining men also picked up the guns beside them and aimed them at Wilson.

The room was filled with the sound of guns being cocked.

They are a bunch of antisocial lunatics. Robbing banks is just to get start-up capital for an even crazier plan. They would never let Wilson, that clown, live.

Rachel, who had also emerged from the shadow dimension and was confronting Hermes' scepter in the basement, paused in surprise.

Instead of continuing her efforts to persuade him, she turned around and used telepathy to send Li Zhen and Jason a message about how the bald, fat man they had tricked into going to the enemy's base was about to be riddled with bullets by a bunch of firearms.

Li Zhen was alright, she didn't react much, but Jason was almost frantic.

"Rachel, can you hold them off?"

Rachel glanced at the divine scepter floating in mid-air before her, her expression concise and to the point, offering no further explanation.

"no."

Jason turned the motorcycle handlebars all the way. "Wait."

Rachel suddenly sent another telepathic message.

Jason roared as he sped along.

"What?!"

"One of them opened fire and killed the rest..."

Li Zhen, who was carefully studying the mother box, looked up in surprise.

What's going on?

"Wait, that guy's in disguise! There's green under his wig—the Joker took Wilson away!"