The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3940 MU Superbody Major Event (2)

Chapter 3977 The MU Superbody Incident (20)

"...In conclusion, the policy reserve fund is not a financial product designed to oppose government monetary policy. On the contrary, it increases the tolerance and adaptability of financial groups in the transatlantic region to federal monetary policy, helps them reduce the risk of policy pain during the transition period, and prevents them from reacting to the president's monetary policy in a reactive manner. This is a good thing for both the federal government and the president."

After Luther finished speaking, he stared intently into Clark's eyes, but couldn't detect any agreement or disagreement in his gaze. The other man simply said with a hint of sarcasm, "Everything a financier like you talks about is good news. But rather than thriving, it's more like you're adept at turning tragedy into celebration."

Luther gripped his pen tightly. When he looked at the man before him more closely, he found him shrouded in an inscrutable mist. Clark always turned his head away, avoiding eye contact, concealing his expression and gaze, yet occasionally glancing over with his blue eyes. This sudden, unpredictable eye contact made it almost impossible to hide under his gaze.

Are you this incisive with every interviewee?

“Of course not,” Clark said, shaking his head.

Luther's expression softened slightly, but the next second he heard Clark say, "That's hardly sharp, Mr. Luther."

Luther gripped his pen tighter and said, “Turn off that ridiculous camera of yours, and then we’ll talk about the real crisis.”

"for example?"

“Electronic life.” Luther threw his pen on the table. He leaned back in his sofa and loosened his tie. “It used my sister to trick me, and I’m not going to let it get away with this so easily.”

"Wasn't it Rodriguez who shot you?"

"How did you know?!" Luther suddenly looked up at him.

Clark pointed to his ear and leaned back in his chair, saying, "To an alien's hearing, the sound of a sniper rifle is deafening."

Luther narrowed his eyes, the sarcastic words on the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly stopped. He stared intently at Clark and said, "So you can also hear the sniper's footsteps, hear him lower his gun, hold his breath, aim, and then pull the trigger. And in the end, you choose to stop the bullet just before it hits my brain."

"What else do you want? For me to put on my uniform, catch that sniper before I even got here, and then hand him over to the police?"

"You're Superman, shouldn't you do this?"

Clark glanced at him again, as quickly and quickly as ever, and said, "I thought you'd care who the sniper was."

Luther was speechless. Indeed, if he had asked for the name immediately, the other person might already be captured. He truly had no idea what he was doing.

Luther asked, slightly annoyed, "So who is he?"

“I’m not really keen to tell you,” Clark said, shaking his head. “How about we talk about your fund instead?”

Luther saw a hint of pity on Clark's face. He reached for what he was holding, but found he had nothing, so he grabbed the armrest of the sofa.

"Tell me, who is he?"

"Rodriguez."

Luther's hand immediately released its grip. His expression froze for a moment, blank for a split second, then he instinctively muttered, "Why did he want to kill me?"

“Your heartbeat sounds alarming. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you,” Clark said.

"What a joke, why should I be afraid of him?"

"Do you really want me to say this? You're not afraid of him, but of the Batman who might be standing behind him, or the President. The first assassination attempt might have been a calculated move, but the second one, he might really want you dead. And you've found that you can't deal with him. From the moment he became president, all your resistance has been nothing but a death throes."

“I really never thought he would become president.” Luther suddenly relaxed his arms and leaned back in his chair, as if he were sitting in a church confessing. “He shouldn’t have become president. He’s not that kind of person, and everything he’s done since becoming president is not like Batman.”

"why?"

"Batman fears power; he's a foolish non-interventionist who thinks it's a bad thing to concentrate a huge amount of power in the hands of any one person, including himself. He shouldn't have done that."

"Unless he has no other choice."

Luther suddenly looked up at him: "You're not Superman."

“Yes, that’s me.” Clark pushed up his glasses.

“You’re not the one I know.” Luther stood up abruptly, staring intently down at him. “You can’t fool me.”

"Are you going to ask 'Where did he go?' next?" Clark chuckled. "Think about it, is that something Lex Luthor should be asking?"

Luther froze for two seconds, then slumped into the sofa. He rolled his eyes at Clark and said, "So what should I ask?"

"Shouldn't you be asking, 'What do you want from me?'"

Luther pursed his lips, gathering his strength like a spring for several seconds before slamming his fist on the armrest.

“In front of Superman and Batman, especially Superman, you almost lose yourself. You only care about what he does, unlike in front of other people where you only care about yourself.”

"I didn't realize you were a psychologist," Luther said through gritted teeth.

“If I had to say, I’d say I’m a caregiver,” Clark laughed again. “I can answer both of those questions. The Superman you know went to another universe to save other Batmen, and I’m here because he asked me to protect you. Doesn’t it feel hard to accept the answers to both questions?”

Luther's expression went blank again. After a long while, he slowly sat up straight, looked at Clark, and said, "Can you look at me?"

"why?"

“No more whys! You fucking look at me!!!” Luther yelled at him.

Clark finally turned his face to face, took off his glasses, and looked at him with his blue eyes. Luther was stunned for a moment, then slowly covered his eyes.

Because he suddenly realized a devastating truth for him—he didn't care about Superman, he cared about every Superman.

There is a fundamental difference between the two. If he only cares about his own superhuman abilities in this universe, it can be explained as taking precautions, because such a powerful and dangerous alien poses a great threat to Earth, and as someone who considers himself the leader of humanity, he should naturally be vigilant against such dangerous elements.

He usually doesn't take any direct action against Superman, but simply keeps an eye on him. This is not only because Superman is incredibly powerful, but also because Superman has a large group of friends, such as Batman, Wonder Woman, and the entire Justice League, who are all good partners of humanity. It would be difficult for him to eliminate Superman in isolation without indirectly triggering a war that could potentially destroy the Earth.

But the otherworldly superhero sitting in front of him now, revealing his identity, has no Justice League behind him; he is alone, at least for now. Moreover, he is far more dangerous than the superheroes of their universe. He is sharp-tongued, clear-thinking, and his super brain is at least 30% functioning. The threat he poses to Earth is several times greater than that of the superhero he knows.

He should have devised several plans to deal with him the instant he learned of this fact, and after a few seconds of deliberation, chosen the safest and most effective one to begin implementing. That's the real Alexander Luther.

For example, he could immediately activate the Luther Group's defense system and directly seal off the entire building with kryptonite, or he could quietly take out a gun that fires kryptonite beams from the drawer of the desk behind him.

But he had neither.

The only thing he did was make the other person look at him.

How absurd. Are those blue eyes some kind of powerful placebo? Or am I some kind of baby who needs a pacifier?

If it were Superman from his own universe, Luthor wouldn't feel so embarrassed and uneasy, but the one in front of him was a Superman who truly used a super brain. He must have seen through everything.

“Don’t tell him,” Luther said. “Don’t tell me about Superman from that universe.”

"Don't tell him anything? That I saved you? Ah, then I really shouldn't tell him. He'll feel guilty for you being in danger."

"What a joke!"

“I’m not joking. Otherwise, why would he ask me to come? He knows that the cybernetic life form has its eye on you and might cause you trouble, so he asked me to protect you. If I told him about this, he would think he should stay.”

“Then you should tell him.” Luther wiped his face, took a deep breath, and said, “It would be best to tell him that a sniper bullet has already entered my body.”

"Are you sure? I'll also tell him it was Rodriguez who did it; he might suspect Batman. It's a double win for you, right?"

Luther slowly clenched his fist again and slammed it onto the sofa armrest, veins bulging on both sides of his forehead.

What the hell is this Superman from?! What the hell did that Lex Luthor from that universe do?!

“Don’t tell him that,” Luther said through gritted teeth.

“Why? If he suspects Batman, their alliance will break down, wouldn’t that be a good thing for you?” Clark laughed, leaning forward and staring directly into Luther’s eyes. “Are you not doing this because you’re afraid of hurting his feelings?”

"Put your glasses on! Right now! Immediately!"

Then Clark acted as if nothing had happened, put on his glasses, and looked down at his notebook as before, silently writing and drawing on it.

“Cyber ​​life…” Luther struggled to grasp a key word in his mind to steer the conversation back on track. “I will create a body for this cyber life form, and a very powerful one at that, one that he would rather abandon the conveniences of the life form with radio waves than not use.”

"That's good. And then?"

Luther swallowed back all his explanations, which made his face flush red. He said, "Aren't you going to ask why?"

"Because I know why. If he doesn't have a body, he can stay hidden in the shadows forever. It's not a good thing for the enemy to be in the dark while I'm in the light. There's no way to deal with him. But with a body, even if he's powerful, he can be dealt with. As long as he enters this body, you'll have a way to lock him down and then destroy him. That would be a great success."

“Should I really call you Clark Kent?” Luther asked. “Or are you actually Karl El?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” Clark said. “My friends like to call me Clark, and my brother and cousin call me Carl. I don’t really care.”

Luther was somewhat bewildered. Actually, his question was a test. Generally speaking, the most righteous Supermen in the multiverse consider themselves Clark Kent, while those who are slightly more evil usually prefer to identify themselves as Kal-El.

Luthor tentatively called out to Superman Cal in his own universe, but Cal's expression was as if he'd swallowed a fly; he was so disgusted that he didn't wander around the city for at least three days. This was the first Superman who seemed completely unconcerned about his name.

"You're telling me this because you want me to defeat the electronic life form that has a body. What weaknesses did you leave in this body?"

Why do you feel that there are weaknesses?

Clark leaned closer, looking into Luther's eyes, and said, "Because you're worried I can't beat you."

(End of this chapter)