I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 909 Mechanical Superman
Can't speak?

Grandma Cixiang was at a loss, what did I say wrong just now?I praised him for being a treacherous Sai Witch, is there something wrong with that?
For anyone in the evil camp, treachery is a commendatory word, more treacherous than a witch, it is like praising a doctor's "medical skill Saihua Tuo" and a painter's art surpassing Da Vinci, which can be called the acme of praise.

After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure it out, so she could only bury her head and follow behind him.

As the supreme existence, as long as Darkseid deliberately hides his traces, even other supreme beings will not be able to find it.

Just like when he took the opportunity of Apocalypse to invade the earth, he quietly found his illegitimate daughter Greer, and arranged for the future "New God Twilight", no one knew.

"Master, where are we going?" Following Dakseid around the city, the kindly grandma couldn't figure out his purpose at all, so she couldn't help asking.

"You don't have to follow." Darkseid stood on the flying disk with his hands behind his back and drifted quickly.

The flying disc is a dish shaped like a restaurant tray, and most of the new gods usually use it to fly.

But in real battles, the new god can also stand in the void and jump at the speed of light.

It's a bit similar to Doomsday, it can't fly, but it can hang in the air, and it can jump faster than fly.

"Following His Majesty is my greatest honor." The kind grandma said humbly with her head lowered.

Although Darkseid seemed to be wandering aimlessly, he was actually very fast. He walked around Cleveland in a few minutes, and came to the west from the central part of the United States a day later.

During the period, he also landed in an ordinary family and found an ordinary middle-aged father who drove a truck—at least in Grandma Cixiang’s opinion, that truck driver and that family were very ordinary.

But when she saw Darkseid staring at the middle-aged man, a red light seemed to fly out of the man's eyes, and quickly fell into the dark monarch's eye sockets.

Then, the dark lord's magma-pool-like eyes glowed even brighter.

"This is." The kind grandma, Fu Ling, blurted out, "Anti-life equation!"

Darkseid nodded lightly, continued to fly quickly above the densely populated city with his hands behind his back.

"Now I understand why I insist on taking down the earth? This planet is so amazing. Human beings seem to be extremely weak, but they have the origin of the planet that gave birth to powerful people like Harley Quinn and the Justice League.

Emotional elements are also continuously produced one by one, just like an emotional pastoral. "

He was sighing, and there was a hint of doubt in his sigh.

In Metropolis, the day before the second negotiation, Darkseid stopped again.

Outside the Rex Building.

He looked down at the biological laboratory buried deep underground with his 'superior pupil' containing the Omega effect.

"Emotional element?" Grandma Cixiang asked.

In the past two days, he has found three emotional elements in North America.

According to the Dark Lord himself, when the Apocalypse invaded the earth a few years ago, he found two emotional elements in North America and transformed them into characters against the life equation.

This shocked grandma.

There are three now, and two before. She might think it's not many if they were replaced by other things, but those are anti-life equation characters!
If American people also master the means of finding, harvesting, and transforming emotional elements, given them several decades, the earthlings themselves will be able to condense an incomplete anti-life equation.

A cruel grin appeared at the corner of Darkseid's mouth, "I saw darkness and destruction below. He is an excellent seedling. If he is cultivated well, his achievements will not be weaker than that of Doomsday."

"Ah, who can afford to—"

Grandma was surprised by such a high evaluation, but when she looked up and saw the huge "L" logo on the building, she thought again, "Lex Luthor does have the qualifications to be the 'Number One Villain'."

"It's not him." Dakseid descended quickly, and when he hit a wall blocking his way, the frisbee under his feet transmitted a layer of faint red light, bringing the dark monarch above into the "phase state" - penetrating objects without obstacles .

This is the black technology of Apocalypse, not magic.

"Hehehe"

On the 14th floor of the Luthor Building, Hank Shaw in the smart wheelchair looked crazy, the screen in front of him flashed pages and pages of codes quickly, and he let out a strange smile.

He was wearing a weird helmet, on which many electronic components were directly exposed, flashing colorful lights.

"What is he doing?" Grandma Cixiang wondered.

The two stood in the corner of the laboratory, still talking, but no one noticed, and the monitoring system of the building was not disturbed.

"Writing programs with brain waves, a slightly primitive but well-conceived technology." Darkseid said lightly.

He took a few steps closer, came behind Hank Shaw, and said, "Hank Shaw, you are being monitored."

"Who?" Hankshaw turned his head in shock—he tilted his head slightly, and the wheelchair under him actively rotated 180 degrees, leading him to face behind him.

"Who are you?" he said in horror.

He saw a three-meter-high phantom covered in black smoke.

The pitch-black body blurred the shape, only two eyes shone with ominous red light, like two craters spewing lava.

Han Keshaw's consciousness gradually sank, his one eye turned red, and one anti-life character after another flashed on the surface of his eyeball.

"Ah——" Grandma Cixiang didn't look at the Dark Lord, but only caught a glimpse of Han Keshaw's eyes, and felt that her soul was like a roll of paper in the toilet, being pulled down by an urgent big hand.
She turned her head in horror, not daring to look again.

"Do you think you can resist Luther and fate? Actually, you can't do anything." The red light in Darkseid's eyes gradually subsided.

With his hands behind his back, he said to Han Keshaw who was stunned: "You plan to use the soul gene editing technology on yourself first.

Use the 2500 superhuman high-quality soul genes selected earlier to replace your mediocre and weak parts.

Then take revenge on Luthor with the peerless posture of 'Soul Superman', let him know that you are not an idiot, and will not be used by him again.

You also want to tell the world that only you are qualified to be the new Superman.

It's a pity that the wheelchair under you belongs to Luthor, and a whole monitoring system is hidden inside it.

Your thoughts, the codes you write with brain waves, are all recorded by it and passed on to Luthor.

When you restore the full set of data soul editing technology, you will die unexpectedly in front of the workbench.

No one doubts that the unhealed weak body was overworked and died of hard work. "

The confusion in Han Keshaw's eyes was replaced by monstrous hatred, "Help me, master."

Darkseid smiled slightly, spread his palms, and handed over a metal box that shone with energy patterns.

"This is the mother box, it is not only the most powerful mastermind in the multiverse, but also a wishful weapon.

You are physically broken, but you are far stronger than Victor Stone back in the day.

Victor Stone can use the energy of the mother box to assimilate many alien weapons in the Red Room Laboratory and evolve into a cyborg.

Lex Laboratory also has many advanced weapons, and your mother box is more advanced, and it is exclusive to you.

In short, as long as you have the "superhuman soul", Muhe can adjust to become a "mechanical superhuman body" according to your will.You will surpass the steel frame and become a mechanical superman! "

"Mechanical Superman." Hank Shaw's one-eyed eyes became brighter and brighter, "I like this title."

Rex Building, the CEO's office on the top floor.

"Boss, are you sure you want Dr. Hank to be the president of the R&D department? What about Lena?" the female secretary, Maisie, wondered.

Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor's younger sister, is now the president of Lex Technology R&D Department.

Even the new product launch conference of the LEXnote series of mobile phones was hosted by her.

Luther buried himself in the company's daily documents, and looked up at the computer screen on the desk from time to time.

Pages of code keep refreshing on the screen.

"Before the restoration of the original data of the brainwave conversion instrument and the soul genetic engineering, Hank Shaw was the president of the R&D department, and he had a 1.5% stake in Lex Electronics Technology Company, and Lena was his deputy."

Mei Xi asked: "After getting the data, Hankshaw immediately relapsed, and the rescue was ineffective?"

Seeing Luthor nodding triumphantly, she worriedly said: "Miss Quinn seems to have been paying attention to him all the time, and she helped introduce Dr. Strange who treated him."

Luther smiled confidently: "I checked the hospital records. In the past two months, Harley hasn't visited him once. Helping him find a doctor is probably just a casual mention."

Maisie hesitated for a moment, then said: "You still need Hank Shaw's help to restore the original data.

The in-depth development of the soul gene project in the future will be more difficult, and you will be even more inseparable from his wisdom.

Are you sure you want to kill? "

Luther turned his head and stared at the female secretary sternly, "Are you questioning my wisdom? Are you humiliating me and thinking that I am inferior to him?"

"Boss, I'm sorry for making you so misunderstood. I never doubt that you are the world's smartest person, but you have specialization in art, and people have limited time and energy."

Mei Xi was not in a state of panic, her expression was still calm, and her tone was calm as usual.

Luther said slowly: "The genetic engineering of the soul has almost reached its limit. If we continue to study it, there may be dangers that even I can't control.

But digging deeper, I can't see a greater benefit.I'm not Hank Shaw, and I have no interest in transhumanizing souls.

My soul is unique, supreme and precious, and cannot be profaned in the slightest!

So, the risks are in sight and the benefits are invisible, so why waste time and money on that project? "

"What's the risk?" Maisie asked puzzled.

"You have seen countless dangerous failures in my laboratory, and you should understand that DNA cloning is risky, and the failures of soul genetic engineering are even more—hey!" Luthor was talking when he suddenly found that the data on the screen was stuck there. Moved.

He tried to enter the control background of 'Hank's Wheelchair' through the key, but the signal was blurred, as if something went wrong.

"Strange!" He closed the folder, took a tablet with all the control systems of the China Unicom Building, entered the "President's Exclusive Elevator" alone, and arrived at the 2th floor where Hank Shaw was located 14 minutes later.

"Ding!" As soon as the elevator door opened, Luthor's face changed in horror, and the entire experimental area was in chaos, as if Superman and Doomsday were in a battle here, sparks flickered everywhere, and several floors up and down were even pierced through .

But he didn't notice it before, and he didn't receive the alarm.

"Damn it, my control system was hacked again, is it the Justice League?!"

"No, it's me." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the darkness like a magic cave.

"Tear Man?" Luther blurted out.

He is too familiar with Superman, and if he is familiar with the tone of other demon kings speaking, he will mishear him.

"Tear through Man?" Hankshaw stopped, with joy on his face, and the quantum cannon in the palm of his right hand gradually dimmed.

"Whoosh!" He jumped in front of Luther, "Luther, this sentence saved your life, Tear Man, I like it. That's right, I am 'Tear Man', the real Superman!"

"You—" Luthor swallowed hard, two-thirds of his face was replaced by steel, but the remaining human cheek was almost exactly the same as the dead Superman.

The overall shape is also like a cyborg superman.

But now he understands that he is not Superman, but Hank Shaw.

"Even your face and voice are becoming 'superhuman'. How many 'superhuman genes' have you used? How much of yourself do you have left?" He said dryly.

(End of this chapter)