Dc Rage Dragon

Luther’s body, like a transparent medical human model, shows the veins in the superman’s blue pupils. The whole body’s veins, fibers, nerve touch, bones, and the nerve touches that connect the body. Luther showed no peace of mind.

Superman’s gaze is more terrifying than any lie detector heartbeat, lie detector pulse, and blood flow technology instruments. He directly sees the electric current of nerve touch. As long as there is a little abnormal ups and downs of thinking in his heart, it will melt. Because the information electric current is beating on the tactile nerves, it is easy to see through the truth of a person's speech.

Not to mention Luther, even Alex has a high degree of control over his body. He is the only first person to control the magnetic field of the body. It is impossible to control the electric current of his nerve touch information, and his thinking is meticulous. To the extent that every thought and information is electric current, no one can stop Superman's lie detection.

Luther didn't panic at all, the external cultivation skills had achieved the ultimate, calmly and calmly, just watching Superman's actions indifferently.

He knows that in the face of Superman, any of his lies are meaningless and can tell the truth.

But, fortunately, such a powerful Superman does not have the ability to read minds. He can argue the truth, but he doesn't know why.

However, this is not a kind of existence, letting Superman dominate, letting Superman's will, letting Superman's morals, letting Superman's inner rules, and giving mercy to himself.

It is entirely up to Superman.

Luther was angry and unwilling.

At the moment there is no alternative.

Superman walked past him. He already knew that Superman looked through his whole body and regarded himself as a wolf and tiger.

Luther's nerve touch changed, making Superman awe-inspiring thoughts. He passed Luther, walked to the letter paper covered with a layer of dust, bent over, and picked it up.

When Superman opened the paper, his eyes cast a glance at Luther's calm and calm appearance, as steady as Tarzan's face, but inside was the flow of nerve-tactile information, electric current, and his thoughts didn't know how intense it was.

Superman flashed a suspicion, and shook a lot of dust-stained letter paper with his hand. The dust fluttered in an instant. He ignored Luthor's body and turned his gaze to the envelope in his hand.

After just one glance, Superman's suspicious face burst out of anger in his eyes, and his heart was excited, his fingers trembling to crack the envelope, his anger reached the neck arteries up and down, and he roared from his throat: "Luther!!"

"You use my genes to synthesize human beings!!"

‘Boom! With a sound, Superman's angry figure, instantly like a teleport, blasted the air to detonate, and the wind swept through Luther, tearing Luther's skin in pain.

Superman, as if teleporting, was already standing in front of Luthor, and his bright red cloak slowly fell down, questioning Luther with anger.

"I haven't done it." Luther squinted his eyes. Superman's flashing figure and the air flow made his skin feel the pain of tearing. He was not afraid, squinted his eyes and opened. Then he looked directly at Superman coldly.

"I haven't done it, will Midtown Heroes come to you to settle the account?" Superman's eyes are faintly red, the skin around the eyes is red, blue veins are branded, the temperature rises suddenly, his fingers firmly hold the paper, and he raises it to question: "More than three hundred lives have been used by you as an experimental subject and my genetic synthesis."

Anyone who has to know that his genes have been used for mischief will feel shock and anger, as well as the cold and cold fear that can not help spreading from the bottom of his heart.

Especially Superman's own genes, the degree of horror, needless to say. Can directly destroy the earth.

If there are hundreds of Supermans, unscrupulously and freely living on the earth, then any creatures on the earth will be reduced to beasts, and there will be no equal and free personality at all.

Not every Superman is himself.

The coldness in Superman's heart suddenly came up. He didn't dare to imagine that hundreds of Supermans had their own power, without the heart that limited the power. At that time, even he would not be able to protect the earth.

"What's written in the letter? He just relied on a strange Ability to find a reason to threaten me and blackmail my money. Isn't it written in the letter?" Luther put his hands behind his back, his eyes calmly, staring at Superman. The pair of bright red pupils faintly burst out of extremely high temperature, curled up the corners of the mouth, and snorted coldly.

Without evidence, even Superman can't be defeated.

Unless Superman abandons his own moral code.

Luther wandered through his mind and grasped Superman's moral code. By using this, the gentleman could deceive him by the right way.

He is not afraid.

It's just that the surrounding temperature rises sharply, the air is scorching hot, and the heat waves brought by it hit his skin, making him feel a little hot.

"Okay! Okay! I have no evidence, and I can't help humans capture you." Superman grinned irritably, his eyes were red, the temperature suddenly rose, and the air heated up: "Luthor, I know what you want."

"Do you want my strength?"

"You are not eligible for my power!"

"I don't allow it!"

Superman's face was calm, his sullen eyes began to fade red, and he held back his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Sooner or later, I will send you to prison. Your guilt will make you spend the rest of your life in prison. "

The scorching temperature in the air slowly dropped, leaving the warmth of Luther's skin remaining. He said faintly: "There is no evidence, don't talk nonsense. Even if you are Superman, I can sue you for slander."

Superman's eyes began to return to blue, shining strangely through perspective lines, seeing through Luther's body.

"Does Metropolis have such an experimental base?"

Luther's heart shuddered, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Metropolis too!!" Superman gritted his teeth, resisted his anger, and continued to stare at Luther.

"Where is the Metropolitan?"

"Suicide slums?"

"How many research institutes do you have left?"

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

"5"

"6"

"7"

"8"

"9"

"Nine experimental bases!!!" Superman almost wanted to be so angry that he would kill Luther with a single punch. On average, each experimental base lost at least 300 lives. A total of more than 3,000 lives were lost by Luther. Use it as an experiment!

Luther's face suddenly sank, his body couldn't lie, he couldn't even escape.

It can only be controlled by Superman in place, allowing Superman to speak out the place names one by one, and then his nerves highlight the electric current information and receive familiar information as feedback.

That is to say, human beings subconsciously hear familiar things, and the feeling of familiarity that surges through the heart, that is, the abnormal information of the information electric current, was seen by Superman one by one and remembered in his heart.

In the end, Luthor completely took all the experimental bases, subconsciously feedback, and was mastered by Superman to the general location.

"Don't forget to surrender to the police station, Superman, you killed the hero in Midtown. There are witnesses and monitoring." Luther's face was gloomy and terribly cold, and there was no way to maintain calmness and calmness again.

The general location of his experimental base was found by Superman.

As long as Superman is in the sky, using the perspective eyes to detect, it does not take much time, it is enough to destroy the experimental base he has worked so hard.

"I will, Luther, even in prison, I will pay attention to you." Superman's face was calm, and he stared at Luther with an unkind expression. Then, he turned his head, his eyes were complicated, and he looked at Alec guiltily. S.

Sudden.

"Ka Ka..."

In the big pit of the wall, blood water and gravel fell on the ground. The surrounding area was wide and silent, and the sound was harsh into the heart. The bloody Alex slid down from the wall with his head hanging down, looking like It was the dead body sliding down.

Suddenly, when he reached the ground, his body was sour and limp, as if there was no bone support, and he almost lay down. He supported his body, knelt on one knee, blood was dripping, his skin was blood-red, the cloth strips rotten over his body, hanging down. His head, hair sticks to blood, and his face is blood-red.

He raised his head slightly, his right eyeball was abnormally congested, handsome and stern, and his voice was hoarse like a corpse.

"Superman...you want to...stop me?"

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