Rubik’s Cube of Heavens

After Cyborg Victor was transformed by the Mother Box, his ability can be said to have made him a god on the Internet.

However, there is another situation that will make him, a god, unable to display his abilities.

That's outside the network.

No, Ke Wen had already given the correct answer, but Victor still couldn't find any clues.

Of course, the clues mentioned here refer to the mastermind behind the scenes and the specific conspiracy.

The mercenary codenamed Bloodsport was found.

At this time, Victor appeared on the big screen of the monitor.

He looked confused and said: "It's strange that the employer of 'Bloodsport' can't be found on the Internet at all. There is no record of his payment information. There is no trace of who contacted him or who posted the task." clue."

"It's normal."

Bruce Wayne's tone was calm and calm: "Since it is a conspiracy against Clark, the mastermind behind it will definitely collect all-round intelligence."

"You mean, the mastermind behind the scenes knows about us?" Victor frowned.

"Yes." Bruce Wayne nodded, he thought and said: "Since the masterminds behind the scenes know your existence, they will definitely avoid all networks. When hiring 'Blood Sports', they can send people to the door in person, and the commission can also be all Pay in cash or gold bars, diamonds, or even bonds, etc.”

After speaking, Bruce Wayne changed the topic: "How is the situation with Barry? How long will it take to catch the mercenary?"

Victor's eyes widened for a moment, and then he replied: "Immediately, Barry has approached the hiding place of Bloodsport, but there is no surveillance in that area, and Barry still needs some time to search."

Bruce Wayne nodded again: "That's good, tell Barry to be careful, and we will interrogate him personally when we catch Bloodsport."

"I will!" Victor responded seriously: "I will also always assist Barry in arresting operations!"

Bruce Wayne didn't respond. He turned his head and looked behind him. What he saw made the corners of his eyes twitch.

"Master Quinn, try this quickly."

Alfred, the butler, was surrounding Kewen with great enthusiasm.

He held the tea tray in his left hand, and handed a high-end snack to Ke Wen in his right hand.

"Thank you, Fu, for letting me try it."

With a familiar smile on his face, Ke Wen took the pastry and took a bite.

"Hmm~~"

Staring, raising eyebrows, pursing his lips and nodding widely, Ke Wen commented with a look of surprise: "High-end taste, appropriate ratio of ingredients, rich taste levels and no conflicts."

He gave a thumbs up to Alfred, who was smiling with wrinkles on his face: "The most important thing! Ah Fu, this is your craft, right?"

"Ah ha ha ha!" Alfred laughed heartily, and couldn't help but asked proudly: "Mr. Quinn, how do you know?"

"Thick!"

Kewen commented in a matter-of-fact manner: "The pastries outside have a formulaic or industrial taste, which makes people feel that the food lacks the key soul and has no feeling of sublimation."

“And your pastries are so rich!”

Ke Wen picked up the small porcelain plate with the pastries and said with a smile: "Tasting one bite will make people feel a sense of historical sedimentation."

"Ahahahaha! Where! Where, ahhahaha..."

Alfred smiled even more happily, and he waved his hands modestly: "After decades of craftsmanship, I thought it would be enough to get an evaluation that is no worse than the outside world. Unexpectedly, Mr. Quinn actually gave such a high evaluation. Evaluate! Haha! As long as you like it, just like it haha..."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Ke Wen shook his head.

He smiled and praised Alfred: "Afu, you are so outstanding, so outstanding that I can't help but want to kidnap you away."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Alfred was still laughing, his face glowing with laughter and he was full of energy.

"Hmm!"

Bruce Wayne quickly made a move.

Whether it was a compliment or a joke, he had to shut down any thoughts that Corvin might have.

After all, he didn't know Kewen well, and he didn't know if Kewen would really do what he said.

Therefore, Bruce Wayne immediately said to Alfred who came over: "Afu, do me a favor and prepare the Bat fighter. I need to go out to interrogate the prisoner later."

"Oh, okay Mr. Wayne."

Alfred's smile faded slightly, and he nodded in agreement: "I'll prepare it for you right now. Do you need a Batmobile or Batmobile?"

"No," Bruce Wayne responded.

"Well."

Alfred nodded again, turned back to Coven and bowed slightly in apology: "Mr. Quinn, please forgive my poor hospitality. When you come back from your work, please be sure to try my other craftsmanship." .”

"no problem."

Coven said as he reached out and took the tea tray from Alfred's hand.

Alfred quickly excused himself and left, leaving only Corwin and Bruce Wayne in the hall.

Looking at Bruce Wayne who looked bored, Coven put down the tea tray and laughed: "An Xin, I was just joking with Ah Fu. How could I take away your only family?"

"I know."

Bruce Wayne nodded slightly with an expressionless expression.

He put away the little jealousy in his heart, pretended not to care and lied: "I was just thinking about things, wondering whether the mastermind behind the scenes was only targeting Clark, or whether he planned to target the entire alliance."

This answer is very tenable.

However, Coven saw through Bruce Wayne's duplicity.

He stopped, shook his head slightly and changed the subject: "Bruce, you need to be vigilant."

"What?" Bruce Wayne asked.

"Since Clark became active, he attracted the attention of some people, people with special abilities."

In order to give Bruce Wayne enough time to think, Coven slowed down and said, "The longer Clark is active, the more itchy those people will be."

"Superheroes and super criminals, as time goes by, they will break their tolerance and appear one after another."

"You mean..." Bruce Wayne frowned: "Will the world become more and more chaotic in the future?"

"What do you think?" Ke Wen asked.

Bruce Wayne pondered for a moment, and finally nodded with a sigh: "Inevitable."

"Yes, and more than that."

Ke Wen picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then continued: "The first ones to show up are nothing, but once the 'Justice League' is widely known to the outside world, and the emergence of the hero group is known to the outside world..."

"There will be greater chaos!"

Bruce Wayne immediately answered.

He furrowed his brows and muttered: "The first to show up...yes! By then! The tolerance threshold of another group of people will also be broken!"

He raised his gaze and looked into Ke Wen's eyes, with a serious tone: "Show off! Jealousy! Greed, etc.! These are all human nature! All emotions are amplified in capable people! It's just that the restraint is different. !”

"Yes." Coven said in a substitute tone: "Since Superman has appeared, since other superheroes have appeared, then why can't I enjoy worship?"

"There are also super criminals!" Bruce Wayne added: "The emergence of superheroes will inevitably harm the interests of some people, or offend someone, which will make the hidden super criminals choose to show up one after another!"

"Alliance." Kewen reminded.

Bruce Wayne nodded: "Yes, alliance! We will not only set an example for the superheroes, but also remind the super criminals! In order to compete, they will also form an alliance!"

"That's right." Ke Wen spread his hands: "So you need to prepare for a rainy day. The chaos in the future will be greater, and the enemies you will face will become more and more difficult to deal with."

"Thanks."

Bruce Wayne took a deep breath: "Without your reminder, I would have had to wait until the first big chaos occurred to think of this!"

Ke Wen waved his hand and smiled: "Since Farah and I have names in the alliance, of course we must fulfill some responsibilities."

"Okay, it's time to go."

Coven put down the tea cup and stood up from the chair: "Let's go, Barry has caught the 'blood sport', and it's time to interrogate the mastermind behind it."

Bruce Wayne nodded, said "wait a moment", and immediately hurried forward to change into the Bat suit.

A few minutes later, the two got into the Batplane and headed straight for the abandoned coastal port.

Ke Wen didn't open the portal, so he experienced the feeling of riding in the Bat Fighter.

As for what it feels like?

It can only be said that it is very crowded.

In order to maximize the effectiveness of the Bat-Fighter, the driving and passenger seats inside the Bat-Fighter are very narrow.

It's difficult to move around while sitting in it.

All in all a disappointing experience.

Fortunately, the experience ended in less than two minutes.

The Batfighter landed at the abandoned port, and Barry and Victor were already waiting.

At the feet of the two of them, there was a black man who was tied up and moaning softly without any struggle.

Corwin and Bruce Wayne jumped out of the fighter plane and stepped forward.

Bruce Wayne pointed his chin towards the Bloodsport on the ground: "Is the injury serious?"

"Uh, sorry..."

Barry raised his hands as if he had made a mistake: "I was too nervous at the time, so I pushed him a little harder."

“Fuck you!!”

The bloody sport on the ground suddenly shouted: "Son of a bitch! You pushed me more than twenty meters! You made me smash a wall again!!"

"Um, um, sorry!" Barry Allen quickly apologized guiltily.

"Leave him alone." Bruce Wayne said quietly: "At least he still has enough strength to curse."

After saying that, Bruce Wayne walked up to Bloodsport. He looked down at him and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, who sent you to attack Superman."

The sound of the voice changer is a bit scary.

However, Bloodsport had no self-awareness of being in trouble. Not only did he not answer anything, he even smiled sinisterly and then suddenly put his head in and took a sip.

Bloodshot saliva was sprayed onto the lower corner of the bat's cloak.

Bruce Wayne slowly looked down, and then...