I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 908 Darkseid's Calculations

Metropolitan Johns Hopkins Hospital, VIP Intensive Care Unit.

"Superman, Superman" Hank Shaw's only remaining right eye was staring at the TV screen, and the Metropolitan Evening News was broadcasting the charity gala held at the Luthor Building yesterday afternoon.

The vast majority of shots are given to "the Lex Group's gift to the people of Metropolis" - Superman.

In addition to yesterday's charity gala, there is also the scene of Superman rescuing citizens from robbers today.

Well, Little Superman made his debut yesterday, and he will start his mission today.

"You're not Superman, you're not!" Hank Xiao's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and his teeth would be clenched if he still had them.

But now his entire jaw is gone.

In the accident that crashed the Holy Sword spacecraft on Doomsday, half of his face was burned into a skeleton, and even most of his skull was melted.

I can still speak now, thanks to the two months of treatment.

Doctors fitted him with a steel jaw and a bionic throat.

The upper body is already so miserable, and there are almost no usable parts left in the lower body.

For two full months, he didn't get out of bed, and he couldn't even leave the intensive care unit, because his operation was too complicated and complicated, and it was impossible to replace his burnt organs in half a year.

"If the person who saved you was not the Galaxy Admiral, you would have died if you were any hero. She used the magical magic of heaven to keep your remnant alive until the first operation was completed."

Strange, the attending doctor who came here specially from Gotham, told him so.

Well, it was the bald Strange who was in charge of the Indian Hill biochemical experiment back then, and one of Harley's first younger brothers.

Hankshaw only listened to Dr. Strange's words: Superman didn't save him!

Superman betrayed his trust.

He is his number one fan, number one believer!

He firmly believes that no matter what the danger is, as long as he calls "Superman", Superman will step on the air and save him in time.

But this time when he needed help the most, Tear Man didn't come.

When the Holy Sword was about to be hit by a meteorite, he yelled "Tearing Man" dozens of times.

Even if his wife Terry wailed in despair, "Superman won't come, we're finished", he maintained 100% confidence that Superman would arrive before the last moment.

Superman couldn't do it.

His wife died, his colleague died, and he himself became a piece of rotten flesh lying on the bed and being tossed by "magic doctor" Strange.

He hates it.

Hate that Superman failed his trust.

If Superman hadn't died, he'd have maintained his hatred until the moment of his death.

But Superman died at the hands of Doomsday
Han Keshaw would not hate a dead person, but the hatred in his heart did not disappear, but increased several times.

How can Superman die?

He admires him so much, firmly believes that he is the strongest existence in the universe, and trusts him to protect him and his family, the city he lives in, this country, mankind and the earth. His admiration for him far exceeds that of the galaxy. Ten times, a hundred times.

He hates Superman's incompetence!
That's right, hating Superman is incompetent.

Superman didn't hear his cries for help in space, incompetent.

Superman failed to save him and his wife, incompetent.

Seeing him paralyzed on the bed, Superman could only comfort him—everything will be fine—it is not as good as Admiral Galactic's magic in heaven, and the "magic doctor" Strange introduced by her personally.

"Superman, Superman" Now, Hank Shaw's hatred is deflected again, halfway from Superman, multiplied by ten, to Luthor and his Superboys.

"The Metropolis must have a Superman, humans need a Superman, the past Superman is not qualified, the earth should have a new Superman worthy of the title 'Superman'. But he shouldn't be this clone!"

The resentment in Han Keshaw's heart almost ignited his body again.

"Dong dong dong" the door knocked a few times, and then opened from the outside.

A bright bald head first came into view, and it seemed to brighten the room a bit.

"Luther?" Hank Shaw was a little surprised.

Although he is an employee of Luther and was injured at work, as early as one and a half months ago, that is, half a month after the Holy Sword accident, the day after he was out of danger, Luther's secretary Maisie, Come over in person and terminate the labor contract with him.

The compensation is 200 million, including medical expenses.

But 200 million is not enough to replace his bionic chin, let alone maintain his expenses in the VIP ward.

He can now live in VIP and receive the most advanced treatment because he signed an experiment agreement with the "magic doctor" Strange: he sold himself to Strange and let the magic doctor experiment on him. A weird bionic organ.

According to Strange himself, there was no need to be so troublesome.

He has never been short of test subjects for biochemical experiments, but now that he is with Admiral Galaxy, he must abide by the law and can no longer use living people for experiments.

In desperation, he had no choice but to run around the world, looking for "lucky people" like Hank Shaw who were short of life and money.

"Hi, Hank, you look good." Luther greeted with a smile.

The ghost looks good, now he has only one-third of his face, which is still wrapped in gauze.

Han Keshaw was originally straightforward, but now that he has encountered such misfortune, his personality is even more lonely, and he said directly and coldly: "There is no need to make friends, we have no friendship at all, tell us what you are here for."

Luthor waved away the nurse and asked the secretary to close the door to guard outside before sitting by his bed and sighing: "I didn't fire you on purpose, it's because your physical condition is no longer suitable for continuing to serve as the 'Chief Technology Officer'. .

Friendship is friendship, but business is business.

Lex Technology is facing fierce market competition, and we can't stop for a moment.

You can understand this point by looking at Paradise Hills Technology Company. Since Rich passed away, the former "Light of Future Technology" has become a "yesterday's old flower" that can only sell Guardian Dog software.

Maisie didn't make it clear that day, and the termination of the 'Chief Technology Officer' professional contract with you is just the beginning.

When you come out of the hospital, I will give you the position of president of the research and development department.

It is equivalent to saying that you just changed jobs. "

"is it?"

What Luthor said was clear and reasonable, and Dr. Hank, a tech geek, began to be skeptical.

"You don't believe in my wisdom?" Luther asked, looking at him firmly.

"What does it have to do with wisdom?" Han Keshaw became more and more confused.

"A person with a real brain will value your brain more than your body.

Even if you are more disabled than Stephen Hawking, as long as your thinking is normal, you are more valuable than Stephen Hawking. said Luther.

Now Han Keshaw believed it. At least half of it.

According to common sense, Luthor should indeed think so.

Even ordinary people will not deny Hawking's greatness, let alone him?
But Hank Shaw violated his big taboo, not only violated his order, secretly engaged in soul data research, but also frankly researched "his" superman.

Even if there was no Holy Sword accident, Luthor would let him encounter an experimental accident sooner or later.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Luther, who pays great attention to efficiency, couldn't help revealing the purpose of coming here today.

"Hank, your condition is stable now, and the rest of the operation can be completed in stages. The company needs your wisdom now, as well as your brain wave data for research."

Hank Shaw froze for a while, his slightly warm eyes turned cold again.

He was no longer sure how much Luther's previous words were true or false, but he was sure that Luther came to the hospital for the first time in two months, not simply to visit him.

But he didn't have a seizure, and just said calmly: "I read the news, your little Superman should have used my technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so mature, and wouldn't show the obvious characteristics of you and Superman."

Luther's pupils contracted, and he blurted out, "How did you see that?"

Hank Shaw sneered: "I personally decomposed Superman's soul into 48025 'gene fragments', who else is more familiar with him... and his genetic characteristics than me?"

"Oh, the Justice League raided my lab last night, Cyborg, Batterman, and Wonder Woman." Luthor gritted his teeth, "They destroyed all the data, and the source code you left behind doesn't even have a single letter." Leave.

It would take me four or five years to do it all over again myself, so I need you. "

Luther was bragging.

He may be smarter than Hank Shaw, but Hank Shaw is more genius when it comes to digitizing brainwaves.

Hank Shaw has spent nearly 20 years on this project. If Luthor wants to start again, it will take at least ten years to reach Hank Shaw's current level.

"Okay, I'll help you." Han Keshaw's one-eyed flashed a calculating light, and he agreed without any hesitation.

Cleveland, Central America, Dark Side Club.

"My lord, we have to wait a few more days before the witch Harley and the Justice League will give us an answer. Why are you here now?"

Seeing the dark monarch who suddenly came out of the sonic boom tunnel, the kindly grandma lost her composure and smashed the red wine glass in her hand.

"Sting—" Darkseid fired a zigzag omega ray first, burning the shirtless young man who was snuggling next to his grandma to ashes, and then said calmly: "I came here to bury him just because the second negotiation is about to start." Get back."

"What backhand?" Grandma asked confusedly.

"Put on your clothes." Dakseid said coldly.

"Ah~~" Grandma exclaimed, quickly covered her vitals, summoned the divine weapon armor with her thoughts, and quickly wrapped her body.

"If after three days, the witch Harley agrees to help me draw the tears of death, I will swear that before the destruction of the creation star, I will never attack the earth again, and I will strictly abide by the oath."

Grandma suddenly realized that the dark lord still couldn't swallow the breath in his heart, and planned to bury the secret before swearing.

In the future, if the shadow erupts, he will not be considered a breach of oath.

So treacherous!
"What if she refuses?" Grandma asked.

Darkside sneered and said, "Isn't that good? The backhand I planted now will be able to attack immediately, and the earth will never have peace."

Grandma suddenly realized again that if Harley the Witch refuses, the Lord will be even more furious. Now, laying a secret, waiting for Harley the Witch to go mad the moment she refuses, will undoubtedly be more shocking.

"Great!" The kindly grandma gave a thumbs up and praised: "Your Majesty, you are the most treacherous and cunning person in the multiverse. The witch Harley is not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

Dakseid subconsciously nodded expressionlessly, and was suddenly taken aback: These words and this scene seem a little familiar?
By the way, it's Disard!
The last time he used Doomsday to assassinate the earth and cut the witch Harley four times. When he took De Sadd to pick up the corpse, the technology consultant said exactly the same thing.

Thinking of this, Dakseid's cheeks with chapped rocky skin couldn't help but become more gloomy and gloomy.

"What's the matter?" Sensing the oppressive aura coming from the king, the kind grandma asked anxiously.

"If you can't speak, don't say it." The Dark Lord glared at her, and walked out first.

(End of this chapter)