I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 483 Luther's Jealousy

Halle had expected what would happen to Alex Gilbert's family.

The interests and threats of the Ancient Prisoner God Formation are so great that even she is afraid, let alone other people?

When they were let go before, they guessed that they would not end well.

Nor did she allow them to end well.

Come to Forget Bar, isn't it just to spread rumors?

It's just that they didn't expect that they would suffer disaster that night.

"Who got the secret of the ancient prisoner formation?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, those grandmasters have changed their makeup and aura." Scorpion said demonically.

"All the magic masters of the earth?"

The scorpion demon nodded, "I can't recognize the identity of the master, but I'm always the count of demons, and I can't even distinguish between humans, demons, and alien creatures. Moreover, they all speak English."

"There are only those masters on Earth, can you guess their identities?" Harry asked.

"I don't dare to guess, but since it's Grandma Witch you ask, I'll guess Mr. E and Talalak." The Scorpion Demon said via voice transmission.

Harry smiled playfully: "They seem to be 'well-known and decent'."

"So they cover their faces and hide their breath."

After telling the scorpion demon to go away, Harley followed Bobo back to the bar, and was about to ask about the metallurgist Senagon, when he suddenly heard a few strange mages not far away talking about Superman.

"We must act quickly to catch Superman's soul before it completely dissipates."

"Which Superman?" Harry couldn't help asking.

The big-headed doll with yellow toad skin looked at her and said timidly, "The last Kryptonian."

"Where are you going to catch his soul?" Harry asked again.

"Go to Limbo Prison near Earth."

"Why is his soul in Lingbo Prison?"

Master Datou groaned and chirped, as if he didn't really want to talk.

"Come on." Harry glared at him.

Master Datou flinched and said in a trembling voice, "Kill him, witch, there is no soul in heaven, so he can only be found in Lingbo Prison."

"Didn't you hear what I said before? I didn't kill Superman!" Harry said.

"Yes, Superman is your friend, you didn't kill him, he was killed by villains." Master Datou said.

"What does it mean?" Harry pointed to the big head and asked Bobo behind the bar.

Bobo wondered: "Harry, your lord has a lot, so don't embarrass these hard-earned soul catchers."

"Who is buying Superman's soul? How are you sure there is no Superman's soul in Heaven?" Harry changed the question.

The big-headed sorcerer faltered and muttered a few words indistinctly, and simply pulled a few big-headed partners and ran away.

Only the angels of heaven are most sure whether Superman is in heaven or not. Uriel has been dismissed from all positions and locked in the silver tower for angels to "think behind closed doors". He will not be able to come out for at least a hundred years.

But besides Uriel, who else is interested in the soul of Superman?

Harry thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, then turned to Bobo and said, "Have you recruited a mage who can smelt N metal?"

"I have met a few power users from the North Pole galaxy, but they are not interested in the tedious and boring work of 'blacksmithing'." Bobo said.

"Where are they?" Harry asked.

"What do you want to do?" Bobo asked warily.

"Interests can be cultivated, and I will help them cultivate their interests." Harry said lightly.

Bobo smiled bitterly: "The Forgotten Bar is absolutely safe and reliable, so everyone can feel free to come in for recreation and communication.

If I cheat a customer for you today, there will be no customer in this store tomorrow. "

Harry thought for a while and smiled, "The Seven Devils are Senegon's original belief. Some people still believe in them, but there are also people with a clear mind who hate them, right?"

Bobo nodded suddenly, "Do you want to recruit the Senaga people who oppose the Seven Devils as the 'Seven Devils Buster'?"

"Can it work?" Harry asked.

"You can try."

Metropolis, Luthor Group.

The president's special elevator goes all the way from the negative 15th floor to the 34th floor on the top floor.

"Ding dong!" As soon as the elevator door opened, Luther rushed to the secretary's desk in the office like a wild boar, growling, "Mosy, connect me to the Quinn Manor, immediately, immediately!"

Moxi frowned and looked at the BOSS. On his face was an anger that was almost out of control.

Then she saw behind him, the bald middle-aged man in colorful robes she hated the most - the mage consultant hired by the boss two months ago.

Fantastic magic, she has not seen yet.

But he stared hard at her face and her chest with obscene eyes, which would appear every time we met.

This time is no exception.

Moxi, feeling disgusted as if a toad had landed on his chest, accompanied Luther into the CEO's office, and reminded softly: "Boss, if you plan to talk to Miss Quinn, you'd better control your emotions first.

You can lose your temper with anyone, even Mr. President, but not Miss Quinn.

From various perspectives, she is not someone who can be easily offended. "

Luther gave her a cold look, but really began to take a deep breath.

After a while, seeing that he had almost calmed down, Moxi helped him make a call.

"Luther?"

"Harry, do you still remember that you promised me that you would never shoot Superman?" Luthor gritted his teeth.

"You remember wrongly, I never said such a thing."

"After the Kryptonian invasion, when we discussed cooperation in researching Kryptonian weapons and power technology, you promised me that you would not interfere with any of my actions against Superman."

Luther's mouth seemed to be chewing on a piece of iron, and every word was full of holding power.

"I've said that, but you recently created superhuman robots and clones one after another. Didn't you share these technologies with me? Besides, I didn't stop you from creating superhumans." Harley said.

"Biotechnology is not within the scope of the cooperation."

"Mechanical Superman is also biotechnology?"

Luther hesitated for a moment, then said frankly: "You think he is a robot, but he is actually a living person with mechanical skeleton and appearance.

In fact, you met him, Hank Henshaw. "

"The Dr. Hank who studies mental information technology? Has he uploaded his consciousness into the mechanical body?" Harry asked in surprise.

"It's him, but the mechanical superman's technology is far more than uploading consciousness. Its evolution potential is greater than that of Superman. Give me two years, and I can make it surpass the real Superman."

Luther was complacent at first, but at the end, he couldn't help bursting into anger, "Harry, you ruined my plans and ideals!

You killed Superman, why did you kill Superman?

Or in the way that shattered his hypocritical ideals? "

"Uh, who did you hear? I didn't kill Superman."

"Don't try to fool me. Words have spread in the extraordinary world. You used evil, cunning but ingenious means to kill people and make Superman die with regret."

Luthor was as excited as a loser who failed to confess to the goddess, spent years trying to improve himself to meet the requirements of the goddess, but found out halfway that a gangster used the price of 'lollipop' to get the whole body and mind of the goddess.

Harry asked strangely, "Are you jealous?"

She heard it because the emotion in his tone was so obvious.

"I'm angry!" Luther said angrily.

Harry smiled happily, and asked, "Aren't you a Muggle, where did you get the news about the wizarding world?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Have you seen the magic of magic, and still turn a blind eye to it?"

"So? You should have no talent for magic."

"Hmph, it's just what you think, I've replaced sleep with meditation now, one hour of meditation is equal to five hours of sleep, sooner or later I will be able to activate the magic power.

Now that I have money, I can hire a magic engineer consultant. He can teach me magic, and use magic to help me overcome scientific and technological difficulties. Naturally, he can help inquire about the trends in the magic world. "

At the end, Luther's words began to smell of old Shanxi vinegar again, and the sour smell could be smelled through the phone line, "You have made a big deal recently, I have heard about it."

The devil, the devil, hell, heaven, the wall of origin, the cosmic police, etc. make a sensation in the multiverse at every turn, and the earth seems to be unable to restrain her.

Sometimes when Luthor is exhausted from work, he will be stunned for a moment: Is it too narrow to keep focusing on Superman?

The outside world is so big and exciting, and if Harley can stand on top of the waves and be proud of all the heroes in the world, he is not inferior to her, maybe he can do better?
"Actually, you really don't have to be jealous of me. Superman will always be yours, and I'm just his friend." Harley said everything he did that night and his intentions in a rare harmony and patience. .

"So, you can rest assured, I just taught Superman a little lesson, to teach him to understand the helplessness of reality, and to do things in the future to know how to advance and retreat."

After hearing this, Luther became even more excited and jealous, "Just because he made you unhappy once, you just let him go."

He couldn't go on.

The sourness and shock in the words, even he could hear it himself.

But he still couldn't help thinking—just because Superman made her unhappy once, she just used the 'flying fairy from the sky' to kill people.

Superman made him aggrieved and hated countless times, and he tried his best to do his best. At that time, he was still very proud of his method of dealing with Superman-full of technology and wisdom.

Now compare Harley's simplicity and efficiency, like an antelope's horns, uncanny workmanship, full of sinful artistic sense, and the effect is particularly good, killing Superman he couldn't kill in one go.

What's more, she deliberately didn't kill him, taught Superman's soul in a condescending and triumphant manner, and let Superman see the pain that his "stupidity" brought to his relatives. The highest state of the greatest pursuit (killing Superman, making Superman suffer)!

What he could never have dreamed of in the past, was easily accomplished in Harry's hands.

Obviously, that night was a sudden event, and Harry was not at all like him, planning years in advance and painstakingly planning.

She adapts to the situation and improvises.

Luther felt a little out of breath, his chest was filled with unwillingness, jealousy and inexplicable anger, and he was about to explode.

Then he quickly shriveled up again.

Depression is the best emotional fire extinguisher.

Let the excitement turn into deep depression and depression.

——Is he really not as good as Harry?

"Harry, why are you?" He hesitated, murmured, and considered, "Why is your criminal talent so outstanding?"

Harry was a little confused, but also very dissatisfied, and said seriously: "Luther, friends are friends, but if you talk nonsense and slander me out of thin air, I will still be angry."

"I'm not joking." Luther said sadly, "I'm very envious of your crime art against Superman, and I want to ask you for your experience."

(End of this chapter)