Red Dead Redemption

An hour later, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

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Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

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This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

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Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

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"Is he back?" Clark asked.

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Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

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"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

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Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

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Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

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They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

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Bruce: "Arthur."

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"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

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The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

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"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

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"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

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Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

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"Hello, Arthur. I didn't...

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An hour later, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

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"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Aquaman, that's just five.

​​

"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. After an hour, the heroes who had packed their bags met in a spacious conference room.

​​

Everyone sat around an exaggerated round table.

​​

This table can seat dozens of people, but today, there are only six chairs.

​​

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"Is he back?" Clark asked.

​​

Bruce shook his head: "Not yet, and I don't know how long it will be."

​​

"Who is this chair for?" Barry asked curiously.

​​

Suddenly, light flashed on the vacant chair, and then a translucent holographic projection appeared.

​​

Except for Bruce, everyone else could not help shaking their eyebrows slightly.

​​

They don't know this newcomer from the projection.

​​

Bruce: "Arthur."

​​

"Huh?" Aquaman looked at him suspiciously.

​​

The next second, the robot in the projection said, "Sorry, Mr. Arthur Curry, he's calling me."

​​

"Arthur? Which artificial intelligence are you?" Clark was a little surprised.

​​

"Yes, Mr. Clark, it's a great honor to meet you in my current body." Then, Arthur turned to look at the others, and politely expressed his greetings to everyone one by one.

​​

Bruce stared at Arthur's performance the whole time, his eyes were a bit complicated. The artificial intelligence he developed by himself has not yet reached the level that truly surpasses the level of Earth's technology, and that kind of intelligence is occasionally mentally retarded.

​​

"Hello, Arthur. I didn't

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