The Death Knell

While talking to the Joker, Luther quickly walked towards the wall of the laboratory, where there was a secret storage cabinet containing Luther's spare armor.

Press your hand on a specific position on the wall, the palm print verification is passed, and the cabinet opens.

But it was a mess inside, his armor was torn to pieces, and the slogan 'Hahaha' was painted with red paint. A playing card with a clown on it was nailed to the cupboard with a dagger.

"Oh? Have you seen your little treasure chest? But I think I might have gotten there first and touched everything in it, hehehe."

The Joker's voice came in time, and he had already destroyed Luther's armor.

"How is that possible?" Luther couldn't believe it.

"Ah, because you ate the dinner I added, I dragged you all the way from the bedroom to the laboratory last night just to scan your little hands that were protected by layers of protection." The clown laughed again, seeing Luther's surprise The expression triggered more happiness. "Actually, I can chop off your hand, but then, wouldn't there be no surprises today? Hehe."

The Joker stared at the monitor screen. He grabbed the microphone and stimulated Luther to his heart's content. The bald head was stunned as if he was blind. The Joker felt that all the arrangements he had made these days were worth it.

"Lex, I'm a cultured clown, and I know you too well. We've been together for so long, haven't we? We've fought side by side, shared joys and sorrows, blah blah blah, but you've never changed. You may have put away the kryptonite death ray and Red Sun Generator, thinks it’s changed, but actually it’s still the same old thing.”

Luther ignored the Joker's words. After a quick inspection of the armor, he found that there was still one armored arm that could be repaired. As long as the wires were wound to activate a few circuit boards and connected to the backup energy source, he could use the pulse weapon on the arm. .

He pulled out the armored arm with force, carried it back to the test stand, took out tools and worked desperately to repair it.

The clown is still taking his time. He is now imitating the way the Queen of England sips tea, squeezing his mouth into a small point, raising his orchid fingers, and holding the microphone.

"You will always be Luthor, and your behavior will always be predictable. It's so boring. As for me, I switch between three personalities when I have breakfast. Retire early? Haha, it doesn't suit me. It will only lose the sense of humor. "

Luther just picked up the soldering iron and worked on the armored arm, sparks flying.

He repaired the armored arm and put it on immediately.

Backup energy, voice control, and weapon systems are all online, and he is now going to catch the clown.

But after he opened the door of the laboratory, there were villains outside the door who were laughing uncontrollably. The Scarecrow laughed strangely and said "so scared" and rushed towards him.

"Pulse weapon activated, maximum output in non-lethal mode." Luther used the launcher in his hand to clear a path.

The clown's yawning voice came over the radio. "Non-lethal? Lex, you're so boring."

"I want to keep the energy in you." The bald man ran quickly through the corridor, and he set up a backup at the door of an inconspicuous room at the end of the corridor.

The wall there is a hidden control panel that can only be activated by his palm prints.

Luther pressed against the wall and the panel was activated. He spoke the command loudly and clearly, "Computer, rewrite the command. Close the hall immediately and cut off the oxygen supply to the main control room."

"Oh, I'm so scared, where are my shoes?!"

The clown's voice came over the radio again, and he looked very flustered.

Luthor continues to rush towards the main control room, where he will capture the hypoxic Joker and kill him.

But as he ran down the corridor and into the hall that connected the control room, the heavy metal door suddenly closed behind him.

The lights in the hall instantly turned into circus lights, red, yellow and green shining alternately, funny music like a clown performing sounded all around, and all the vents began to spit out green gas.

The clown's voice rang again, "You're so smart. I think you must have escaped my trap and are out of danger, haha."

"Damn"

"Look, Lex, you should never have put me in charge of building the torture chamber in the first place. I can't help but turn the entire building into a torture chamber."

Luther asked the Joker to prepare the torture room. Of course he knew that torture would not work on Zheng Lian. Even if the Zheng Lian people were captured, this room would not be of use.

He's just there to distract the Joker from causing trouble all the time.

Unfortunately, the Joker saw through everything and used the resources that were supposed to create the torture chamber to completely remodel their secret base and install circus-style death traps everywhere.

A trap controlled only by the Joker.

Now he pressed a few buttons, planning to see Luther dodge the knives. It would be interesting.

Several gaps opened in the wall, and huge circular saw blades flew out from them, spinning towards Luther.

Luther swooped down, deflected one of them with his arm, and dodged the other.

"hehe"

Luther was not a professional fighter, and his way of dodging the flying knives was so awkward that the Joker was very satisfied.

"Do you think you can sway me by pressing harder and harder? Are there quicksand pits and piranha tanks on the road?" Luther climbed up from the ground, looking disgraced.

The clown crossed his fingers and dragged them under his chin, "Haha, good Lex, you have to know that sometimes the simpler the dish, the better it tastes."

Luther frowned, but it was too late.

The ceiling of the entire hall exploded, and dozens of grenades fell from it. With the fire and explosion, Luther was blown away by the air wave and fell hard to the ground.

But not all of these grenades are explosive grenades. More than half of them are laughing gas grenades.

Because of the impact with the ground, Luther's body instinctively let people breathe, and he had inhaled too much laughing gas.

And it was the laughing gas specially made for him by the clown.

Now he has hallucinations in his mind. Everything around him is green and he can't see anything.

This is not because his vision is blocked, but because his brain can only recognize green.

The green gas that was emitted from the vents in the hall was not laughing gas, but just ordinary green smoke. The clown's killer move was on these grenades.

"Oh, Lex, you've held on to that magical doorknob for too long. You covered it with white dwarf glass to make you think it can become a god on its own?"

"No, stay away from it! You devil!"

Luther waved his arms. He could hear the Joker's voice coming from the green mist, and he fired as fast as he could in the direction of the sound.

"It's too late, Lex, you broke the agreement."

The Joker appeared behind Luther like a ghost, still wearing a purple suit and holding the door handle of 'Destruction' in his hand.

While Luther was studying the synthesis, he broke the white dwarf star's shield and stole Luther's treasure.

Why can the clown penetrate the white dwarf's barrier? Because Batman also used this thing as an anti-theft measure.

The Joker tightened his grip on the doorknob and punched the round bald head. With blood splattering everywhere, Luther fell in front of him.

"Now it's time for you to pay the price."

The Joker bent down and dragged Luther's arm like a sack toward the conference room.

I don't know how much time passed, but Luther groaned and woke up from his coma. He felt that there was a strong white light outside his eyelids, and he was hanging in the air by a lot of chains.

"Attila the Hun, Genghis Khan, Al Capone, and Luther were all defeated at the pinnacle of their lives, tsk tsk."

Luther heard the Joker's voice and he tried his best to open his eyes.

The Joker and other villains were sitting around a round table, and Luther was hanging on the hollow in the middle of the round table, like ingredients hanging on a hot pot table.

Everyone else had unnatural smiles on their faces and filled the table.

"I'm going to kill you, I swear, I'm going to cut open your brain and sear every nerve while making sure you never go into shock."

The clown picked his ears and showed a half-smiling expression, "Keep it up, Lex, keep it up, maybe you can really come up with some terrible plan? Hahahaha."

"And these idiots, if I find out who among them helped you, I"

"Oh, Lex, don't be so neurotic. My laughing gas toxin can make them obedient and docile to me, but I want you to stay awake, so the laughing gas used on you is special. No need to thank me, by the way. Mention it."

The Joker waved his hand, as if he was saying a favor to Luther, asking him to quiet down and continue listening.

"You promised us the whole world, hey, you promised us the whole universe, well, and the power of creation, so the question is, what's the point of having a multiverse?"

The Joker's eyes were full of questions. He stared at Luther, wanting Luther to give him an answer.

Luther ""

Yes, the Joker doesn't care about the multiverse at all, he just wants to have fun.

He knew Luther couldn't give an answer, he was just talking.

"But I think it's funny to watch you get to the edge of success and then all of a sudden I flip the table over and slap it all in your face."

As he said that, the clown couldn't help but laugh again. He pushed up the table with his hand and stood on the table to adjust his suit collar.

Then he got in front of Luther and walked back and forth around him.

"I want to watch you carefully become the God of the Universe, and then I pretend to be reborn in the church of 'destruction' for a second or two. Then, I prepare a death trap for each member of the Legion of Destruction, which may be fatal. , but may also allow them to survive and think they won.”

"Then, I will teleport the entire base into the sun and watch everyone turn to ashes."

The Joker sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This plan had a chance to go down in history forever, but Lex, you ruined everything!"

"For months, I have been secretly rebuilding the Metropolitan Museum, which is the memorial to your failure. Now I just need a final souvenir to serve as the finale of the exhibition."

"I even left clues for Batman and the Boy Scouts in Blue Tights so they could see the moment all the villains were blown up into the sky, and then they'd see your body and me in your head. The smiley face drawn inside.”

"But you ruined everything, Luther. Trust me, you could have had an easier death."

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