Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The position of captain made everyone doubtful, but under the strong pressure brought by Lincoln, they could not even raise any questions and could only leave the office with a lot of questions.

After sending away several others, Asheli sent a folder at the bottom to Lincoln: "This is the plan we have made for selecting new heroes to join the Super Seven. Please take a look."

"Boring program." Lincoln swept the document aside without even looking at it: "Follow the plan you made. As for other matters, just keep a backup and you can handle the rest by yourself."

Lincoln's delegation of power made Ashelie stunned for a moment. As she watched Lincoln walk out, she belatedly took the folder back into her hand and left.

The Vought Building is not only the office of Vought Group, but also the residence of the Super Seven, but Lincoln obviously would not live in such a place.

Returning to the dimensional building he had built with his own hands, Lincoln could see figures of indulgent pleasure at a glance. Looking at the No. 5 compound already displayed in the display cabinet, he couldn't help but reveal a smile.

Under the decentralization, the affairs of the Vought Group were conducted no differently than before. However, with the arrival of Lincoln, the underground black industry that exists because of superhuman beings has undergone more or less changes.

Among them, the one most affected is probably the dark alley nightclub that was originally used for the enjoyment of superheroes.

Dark Alley Nightclub is a confidential place that provides different services specifically for those super scum.

Here, those super scum can show their true colors to their heart's content.

Here the hero, who has always spoken out about his opposition to homosexuality, can stretch his body and have sex with four men at the same time.

The hero who maintains a good image in front of ordinary people can freely despise the ordinary people who support him here.

The dark alley nightclub is a naked den containing all the dark history of those super scum.

The Watt Group originally had a lot of power here, but the emergence of the Dimension Building directly dealt a fatal blow to the industry here.

Lincoln's identity and abilities are not widely known yet, but several of your superheroes affiliated with Walt know something more or less - the owner of the Dimension Building is a man with incredible power and authority in the Walt Group.

status man.

So, after the first super scum enjoyed the convenience and privacy brought by the Dimension Building, almost all superhumans flocked in - except for those psychopaths who were turned away because they were contaminated with drugs.

As night falls, ordinary people begin to enjoy a relaxing and enjoyable nightlife, and the scum who have lost their superhero shells also begin their corrupt lives in separate private rooms in the Dimension Building.

The streets of Manhattan at night are bustling with lights, but the crowds on the road are much thinner.

Huey followed Billy Butcher step by step, and the anxiety on his face and eyes was visible to the naked eye: "This is the Dimension Building? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, you just need to follow me." Billy glanced at Huey and walked in.

The decline of the dark alley nightclub once caused him to lose a vital intelligence channel, but soon his eyes were again fixed on the newly emerged dimension building.

Lincoln opened the lower six floors independently and handed them over to some ordinary people to take care of, so it became a place where intelligence could be obtained.

He knew that there were all kinds of people spying and collecting different intelligence in his building for various reasons and identities, but he didn't care.

The floors below the sixth floor were just for fun. Unless one of them could destroy the building, he wouldn't bother to care about those scheming guys.

With Huey, who was a little confused and anxious, Billy went straight up to the sixth floor. After wandering in the maze-like corridor for a while, he and Huey stopped at an unmarked door.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door, and the staff who were on duty in the room to keep an eye on the super scum looked at each other, then got up and opened the door.

The next moment, Billy squeezed in, took out his ID from his pocket and showed it in front of several people: "CIA, I need to access your surveillance data."

Billy's ID was authentic, and he, a lunatic, was honest enough. The staff looked at each other and sat back in front of the monitor screen.

"Unless you can get a warrant, don't expect to take anything from here."

"Don't worry, I just want to take a look." Billy twitched his lips and led Huey to the screen: "Has the locomotive been here recently..."

With Billy's help, Huey finally succeeded in seeing the scene that made him furious.

The locomotive that smashed his girlfriend into a puddle of flesh had no consciousness of hurting an innocent person at all. Not only did he not feel sad or guilty, he even used it as a talking point to tell jokes to his friends.

In an instant, Huey had already made up his mind. He must make the locomotive pay for this, absolutely!

With an angry Huey, Billy left the building. He was going to use this innocent baby to do something. However, the two people who left in a hurry did not notice that the higher level of the dimension building that no one could climb.

Lincoln showed a smile.

Everything in the building is under his control, and the flow of all information can only proceed smoothly with his acquiescence. As long as he wants to, he can know anything even without using his super senses.

Looking at the two Billys' backs fading away, Lincoln stood up and stretched: "Something interesting is about to happen. I've been waiting for a long time."

Killing superheroes? There is no fun in crushing and killing. It is interesting to let these ordinary people kill superheroes.

As for whether Lincoln would feel guilty... They are just a bunch of super scum. If they die, they will die. The world would be a better place without them.

Golden lines emerged, Lincoln's foot touched lightly, the strong wind danced, and his figure instantly disappeared over Manhattan.

Late at night, after sending Huey back to the poor house, Billy returned to his room and fell silent while looking at the information on the table in front of him.

He and Huey lied. The native was not a saint, but a bastard who fell in love with his wife and caused her disappearance. He never gave up searching for his wife's whereabouts.

And the people of the motherland are the most direct connection.

Just when he was thinking about what to do next, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears. He turned his head warily and saw Lincoln walking out of the darkness. He subconsciously took out his pistol.

: "Superhero?!"

"Superhero? I'm not." Lincoln chuckled and stretched out his finger to indicate: "I suggest you put down the gun in your hand, otherwise, you may never have the chance to trace the whereabouts of your wife.

."

"Bega?! Do you know Bega?!" Upon hearing Lincoln's words, Billy's eyes widened instantly. He almost turned a deaf ear to the rest of Lincoln's words. He grabbed the pistol and rushed towards Lincoln: "What else do you know?

?!tell me!"

Looking at the proportion of his own attack, Lincoln did not dodge or dodge, but simply blurred the image and made Billy pounce on the ground behind him.

Looking down at the figure who was about to get up, Lincoln's face was filled with a mysterious smile: "How can spoilers be as enjoyable as exploring them by yourself? So, I think it's best for you to find out the secrets you want for yourself.

good."

"You he..."

Billy glared at Lincoln and started using a curse word, but before he could say anything, Lincoln grabbed his head and pressed him on the table.

Bang!

The wooden table shook suddenly, and the knives and forks clinked. He reached out and nailed a sharp knife to the table. Lincoln grabbed Billy's head firmly: "Do you know the way those people in India kill fish?"

The cold blade shone in front of him. Billy took a breath and said, "I know, that's how they process large fish, so are you going to process me?"

"What you said makes sense, but I also know another theory." Lincoln shook his head: "In order to avoid killing, they set up the knife. It can be said that the fish hit the knife and died, not the person."

"It's like now, you killed yourself by hitting yourself with a knife, and it had nothing to do with me. What do you think of this statement?"

"How ridiculous!" Billy's mood gradually calmed down: "Then I can still say that the people I killed were all killed by my bullets, not killed by me!"

"Since when do you people need to find such ridiculous reasons to kill people?"

"So do you approve of what I'm doing?"

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Billy looked at the blade in front of him, spread his fingers and released the pistol: "You didn't kill me, that must be because I am still useful. Tell me, you are going to ask me to do it.

What?"

"I heard you're going to cause trouble with the Super Seven?"

"Where did you hear that?"

Billy did not answer directly, but asked a rhetorical question. The next moment, his head was pressed against the table by Lincoln and pushed towards the blade.

His cheeks were burning with pain from friction. Billy looked at the blade approaching him and immediately knew what Lincoln meant: "Yes, do you want to join us too?"

Hiss!

The pain on Billy's face worsened, and Lincoln then said, "Tell me about your plan."

Lincoln's ruthless attitude of not saying much directly forced Billy to open his mouth and spit out all the plans he had made.

Either life or death, in front of someone who knew his true purpose, Billy temporarily gave up the idea of ​​playing tricks.

After clarifying his attitude, Lincoln let go of Billy and let him stand up again: "You are lucky, I am not going to tell anyone your plan, so you can continue to take your little friend to target the Super Seven

Group."

Billy rubbed his red cheeks: "Tell me what you want?"

"Request? I have no request." Lincoln laughed: "I just want you to know that someone is watching you, so don't just stare at a person from the motherland. You may be able to make trouble for other super scum. I like to watch.

Fun.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and disappeared without a trace from Billy.

After searching around with his eyes for a long time, Billy sat back on the chair with some dejection. He knew that from now on, there was no turning back.

Lincoln's sudden appearance blocked his last escape route. He could either appear at the Vought Group and reconcile with them at the risk of disappearing from the world, or he could only go all the way to darkness.

And unlike before, now his target is no longer just a person from the motherland, but also many other superheroes.

There is no need to completely overthrow the previous plan, but maybe some small changes should be made...

Lincoln disliked some guys, especially the Invisible Man.

He had always restrained the use of his super vision to a certain extent, because he just didn't want to see naked men dangling objects in front of him.

As a result, all this was ruined by the invisible man, damn it!

He didn't kill the invisible man, not because he forgave him, but because he was going to send him to Billy and the others to practice their courage.

Killing a metahuman is just an appetizer, he has more fun things in store for Billy and the Super Seven.

The next day, at Billy's strong request, Huey walked into the Walt Group Building with a bug. He looked around with a guilty conscience and accidentally bumped into a set of floating clothes.

The feeling of solid collision startled Huey. Looking at the clothes floating in the air in front of him, Huey instantly knew who the person in front of him was - the invisible man.

After directly bumping into the members of the Super Seven, Huey became even more nervous and even exposed the bug in his cell phone, but fortunately no more accidents happened.

Apologize - accept the apology - sign the contract - install a bug - leave. Huey completed the entire process without any trouble and returned to the car uneasily: "How was it?"

"Very good." Billy stared at the screen in front of him: "It has already started working. Next, we just need to wait for it to continuously send us back the dirty information of the Super Six."

...

Watt Building.

Huey accepted the apology and left, but the locomotive did not leave, because Lincoln appeared in the office uncharacteristically: "How was it? How does it feel to kill someone?"

"No, not very good." The engine's voice stuttered, making Lincoln smile contemptuously.

"You should know what kind of people I hate, right?"

"I know, I know." The locomotive's throat couldn't help but roll, and he felt more and more uneasy.

Lincoln looked at the locomotive with a smile on his face: "Tell me about it."

"Hate people who use drugs."

"Then did you use it?"

"I..." As if falling into an abyss, Locomotive's heart felt cold, and at one moment, a chaotic blackness even appeared in front of his eyes.

He felt his mouth was dry and his heart was flustered, but he still managed to maintain a calm look on his face: "I'm not!"

"Really?" Lincoln looked at the locomotive with a half-smile: "You probably don't know that I don't like a kind of person, that is, the kind of person who insists on lying even though I have already determined something."

Lincoln reached out and threw a stack of photos in front of the locomotive: "You both make me dislike and hate you. How should I punish you?"

Looking at the photo in front of him, Locomotive's hands and feet were cold, and his lips were trembling: "I, I..."

"It seems you have no sincerity, so let me help you."

Lincoln's thin voice rang in Locomotive's ears like a nightmare.

The next moment, accompanied by a bone-chilling clicking sound, a heartbreaking pain struck.

ah!

Both legs were broken, and the heart-rending shouts of the locomotive even penetrated the steel door.

Lincoln looked at him indifferently, until his voice gradually weakened, and then waved to the rescue team who had been waiting aside.