Chapter 195 My name is Ya Mo Zhuo (4k4)

"Then fire him and his entire team. He and his team have burned too much money and can never produce results. The Luther Group does not need useless people."

The elevator door opened with a ding, and with the sound of high heels hitting the expensive floor, the female CEO in business attire ordered the other person on the phone to walk resolutely into the top floor of the Luther Building.

"I don't care what Luther did during his lifetime or what strategic layout he set. The current Luther Group is my decision!"

After hanging up the phone, the female CEO of a multinational group with hundreds of billions of dollars opened the door, but it was dark in the luxurious penthouse office. She frowned and tried to turn on the faulty smart light switch.

Snap, snap, snap!

Suddenly, a sound of applause came from the darkness, and a figure sat behind the desk. The moonlight shone on him, illuminating a vague outline.

"Lex?"

Frightened, the phone dropped from her hand. The female president's face turned frightened and her voice trembled with surprise. She could hardly believe what she saw.

She hadn't forgotten that figure so quickly. A person who was supposed to be dead appeared like a ghost!

"Don't be afraid, Moxie, the one sitting here now is not an innocent soul from hell."

Pressing the desk lamp with a click, Lex Luthor's face emerged from the shadows, his hands crossed to support his chin, and he looked at her playfully.

"Impossible, you... aren't you already dead?"

Mercy recoiled in horror, her back pressed against the wall.

"The Transcendent will kill you, everyone saw the video!"

"It's just another me that died."

A glint of hatred flashed across Luther's eyes.

"I came here to claim back this blood debt, and the blood debt must be paid with blood!"

Lex Luthor is indeed dead. He is technically a clone that was spontaneously cloned from Lex Luthor's backup plan.

"But it doesn't matter who is whose clone. Who can become the one who successfully controls the power of the earth. Who is the real Lex Luthor."

He leaned back in his chair, looked at the shivering Moxie, and spread his hands.

"Don't be afraid, you have managed my Luther Group very well during this period."

"Lex..."

Mercy stammered for an explanation.

Lex Luthor must have heard what she said when she walked in earlier. She didn't think it was a compliment, even though the tone sounded like it.

"Although it's a little too good, 38% of the shares of the Luther Group that you manage are in your hands alone, and you have become the only major shareholder."

These words scared Moxie to the point of running away, fearing that Luther would pounce on her in the next second and strangle her to death after annexing two generations of the Luther family's wealth.

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at Moxie, who was like a guinea pig under the snake's mouth, Luther waved his hands to comfort her, as if he didn't care about what she did.

"Actually, I want to thank you."

"Thank you...?"

"Before you took over the Luther Group, I was forced to not show up for a long time. Some people in the group began to secretly embezzle the group's assets with their own evil intentions. Before my death, the Luther Group was riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse."

Luther was talking eloquently, hatred flashing in his eyes.

"Fortunately, after my death, you took over it, eliminated the borers inside, and restored the big tree of Luther Group to life and prosperity. You helped me a lot.

You have lived up to my expectations and promoted you to the top management of the group at a young age, just under me. "

"Lex, I am willing to sign the share transfer letter immediately and return the property belonging to your family to you."

Moxie knew how vicious and terrifying the person in front of her was. She was just a bat occupying the snake's nest for a while. It didn't matter even if she was driven away, as long as she could save her life under the snake's kiss.

And she still remembered that Luther showed superpowers before he died, and he also lasted for a long time in front of the Transcendent before dying.

"Don't rush this yet."

In front of hundreds of billions of dollars in assets, Luther waved his hands calmly.

"I have a more important thing. Where is Professor Ivo?"

Even if the group's property is taken back, Lex Luthor is already a dead person in the eyes of the world. In fact, he is indeed dead. Now sitting here is a clone of him.

And his enemies won't be happy to see him crawl back from hell, and things will go back to the way they were before.

"Ivo, Anthony Ivo?"

Moxie thought about it.

"Exactly, which laboratory assigned to him by the group is Professor Ivo in?"

"I fired him two months ago."

"What are you?" Lex Luthor was obviously startled.

"You fired him?"

"He's one of the best scientists we have at Lex Group, maybe even one of the best scientists on the planet, and you fired him!"

He stood up, Luther's expression was filled with disbelief.

"I have been saving the group's expenses and have cut off a number of unnecessary expenses. He is a typical example. One person is a laboratory. The experimental funding projects applied for are never fixed, and the research directions are wild and unpredictable. Never produced decent results.”

Moxie was puzzled. Even when she just proposed to return the assets of the Luther family, Luther didn't react so much.

"I take back what I said before."

After hearing this reason, Luther adjusted his suit, and the previous admiration in his eyes disappeared. His expression was like seeing an annoying fool, he frowned and said indifferently.

"You may not understand that the process of human development history has never been driven by ordinary people like you who only have a little cleverness, but by geniuses that the world cannot understand."

After speaking, Luther disappeared into the darkness, leaving a few words before leaving.

"Remember what you should and shouldn't say. You have never seen a ghost named Lex Luthor tonight."

With a frightened paleness remaining on her face, until it was confirmed that Luther had really left, Moxie was like a person saved from drowning, breathing in air greedily, as if she was surviving a disaster.

…

In a secret underground laboratory.

Luther looked at the news on his computer, scanning the headlines.

"The Scourge of the Dead is sweeping the world, and the Beyonder leads the Justice League to solve it in time."

"Cyborg revealed that the person behind this incident was actually Hades, the king of Hades in Greek mythology?"

"The Transcendent beat the God of Death who wanted to conquer the world back to hell!"

On the screen nearby, several video materials were played, all of which captured limited battle images of the strongest superheroes in the minds of the public.

"The Transcendents killed the thunder monster who caused the explosion in Fawcett City. The Transcendents defeated Black Adam who caused turmoil in the world. The Transcendents and the Alliance fought the ancient demons that turned into volcanoes. The Transcendents and the Alliance fought against the cosmic mercenaries from outside... …”

"A series of achievements, brilliant and dazzling."

There was no need to hide his feelings when no one was around. Luther looked ugly and clenched his fists tightly.

It would be an exaggeration. During the time he died, the Beyonder actually saved the earth several times.

"Why is this damn planet so troubled!"

No kidding, during the time he died, one global crisis after another intensified and unfolded one after another.

The last live broadcast where Lex Luthor wanted to use the Beyonders to kill him before his death, so that the world would reject and fear the Beyonders, undoubtedly failed.

The little noise at the beginning has been completely drowned and forgotten after the transcendent saved the world countless times.

It was as if God was against him, using crisis after crisis to give those superheroes a stage to display their abilities to their fullest!

"What a clown."

The laptop was swept off the table, and Lex Luthor couldn't help but feel a little angry. He laughed at the previous Lex Luthor, and was also angry at the ultimate mess that the other party had left him to face as soon as he was 'born'.

"Yes, Lex Luthor is not dead yet."

But what's the use?

The enemy has become stronger, but he is still in the same situation as before his death, and the cards he can play are still the same.

"The enemy that Lex Luthor failed to defeat last time can be solved by another Lex Luthor!"

He no longer showed the strength and calmness in front of Moxi, and he had nothing to do when facing the Beyonder. Now he could only hope to seek the wisdom of others, like a gambler on the verge of despair, looking for someone who could help him reverse the situation. That card.

Just like that Dr. Anthony Ivo!

The memory left by the previous Luther told him that he was an unparalleled technological genius.

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[Template has been merged 89%]

In the autumn morning sunshine, by the lake, David was sitting on a fisherman's bench fishing.

Last time, the sun was almost sucked dry by Hai Er, which caused a strong panic among people all over the world and brought him some unexpected emotional point gains.

"Humanity's greatest source of fear is the unknown."

His eyes swept across the green lake. The water on the lake was rippling, but the light under the water was dim and it was difficult to see clearly. No one knew what was underneath.

Disasters that we can see and touch may not be the most terrifying. Disasters that we don’t know when they will happen, or even whether they will happen, are the most terrifying.

"On an ordinary day, unbeknownst to the people around the world, the sun was almost sucked dry, and the earth was almost doomed. Even though the Justice League informed the world that the crisis had been resolved, the seeds of unrest were already planted."

People all over the world have become nervous for a long time. They are uneasy on the way to work, during work, eating and even sleeping. They are afraid that things will happen again. They pay attention to all the movements of the Justice League from time to time, which provides David with a lot of information. Emotional point.

"During this time, template integration has grown very rapidly."

Before the downward trend, Pluto summoned the army of the dead to try to conquer the world, which accelerated the speed of David's fusion template.

"Although the fusion stage of new abilities brought by the template is different each time, I have a hunch this time that after 90% fusion, I should gain Hyperion King's strongest healing ability."

David's eyes flashed.

After all, there are only two nodes left: 90% and 95%. Choosing one of the two will definitely give you the ability to heal without death.

There was a sonic boom in the sky, and Clark, who was wearing a suit and square-rimmed glasses, landed next to David after observing in advance that no one was nearby.

"How did the interview go?"

David glanced at him.

"so far so good."

Clark scratched his head sheepishly.

After Clark once again overcrowded his life by fighting crime, his father Jonathan and his mother Martha talked about this issue at the dinner table, hoping that when he was doing Superman, he would not forget to be himself and be Clark. Kent.

"Clark, I know that you are gifted and can hear many things happening in the distance that we cannot see, and hear many sounds from thousands of miles away that ordinary people cannot hear.

But you are not a god, you cannot do everything, and you cannot save everyone. "

Mother Martha felt very sorry for her son's condition. He was flying around in the sky with almost no time to rest. He had not had a life belonging to Clark Kent for a long time.

"I think my parents are right. In fact, while I was rescuing people, people were being shot in the distance, robberies were happening, and all kinds of crimes and tragedies were happening. I couldn't stop it. everything."

Looking at the lake, Clark felt a little lonely.

He was not a god, he was aware of this, but before that he just wanted to save as many people as possible.

"My parents are right, you have to learn to let go. You don't owe the people on this planet anything, and you were not born to be a 24/7 nanny for humans."

David said.

He agreed with his parents' view that Clark should have his own life, have time to relax and enjoy life like normal people, fall in love, marry and have children like normal people.

"Yes, so today I went to the Daily Planet for an interview."

Clark took a deep breath and smiled.

To live like a normal person, start by having a job.

"In fact, the job of a reporter is very good. You can reasonably investigate some things in a normal capacity without raising suspicion. Through interviews, you can get in touch with some people who superhuman beings cannot let down their guard."

"Your academic qualifications..."

David nodded, and Clark's life was on the right track.

It's just that Clark's education should be an issue, he hasn't graduated from college yet.

“I remember the Daily Planet being the premier newspaper in the nation for journalism.”

"That's not a problem."

Clark's mouth revealed a row of shining teeth.

"I came up with some exclusive news and photos to prove that I had the ability, and they accepted me as a trainee reporter."

As for how he got it, being a reporter with superhuman abilities is naturally like cheating. He would not be so rigid and try to convince the interviewer with his hard-working qualities. No one would waste time listening to him talk about this.

"Speaking of which, where is father?

Every fall around this time we fish on the lake here. "

Clark looked around and wondered.

"He kept telling me to relax. Why wasn't he here today?"

This is also a tradition of the Kent family. Every autumn, when the weather is the most pleasant, Jonathan Kent will take his two sons to the lake to fish on days when the farm is not busy.

"Uncle Rick's tractor broke down and he asked his father to help."

David replied, raising his pole and catching a fish.

"All right."

After getting a stool and sitting down, Clark, who had just succeeded in the interview, happily proposed to compete with David.

"Let's see who can catch more fish?"

This is also an old tradition in the past. The father and son competed in fishing, but he usually came last, because fishing is the most afraid of impetuousness, and he was in adolescence when he was required to suppress his talent.

But it's different now.

"OK."

David nodded, not thinking he would lose.

"Let's make it clear first that no one can use super powers." Looking at the several fish in his brother's fish box, Clark quickly added as he remembered that David was a little scared of his ability to manipulate gravity.

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Anthony Ivo is dead.

When Luther found his latest address and rushed to his house, he found that he was dead on the hospital bed.

In front of the body covered with white cloth, Luther looked ugly and found it difficult to accept.

"You...how could you die?"

His last hope was gone.

But at this moment, a tall figure appeared not far behind him and said in a mechanical voice.

"Who are you?"

"Who's there?"

Luther was startled, turned around and saw an inhuman tall silver figure standing in the shadow of the room.

"Hello, my father created me. My name is Ya Mo Zhuo."