American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1144 Moonlight Blade VS Ghost Zombie
Lex Luthor, Kamala Khan, and Blade followed the chaotic trail left by the helicopter crash and eventually found the crash site, scattered with charred debris.

The night wind blew by, carrying with it the lingering smell of burning and a faint stench of blood.

"Separate to search."

Lex spoke succinctly to the other two.

Kamala nodded, ignoring the somewhat nauseating smell, and turned over the fragments.

Blade, with his superhuman senses, searches for any unusual energy residue or biological traces.

However, after more than ten minutes, apart from confirming the bodies of the pilots and bodyguards and some scattered documents and equipment, the crucial silver-gray briefcase had vanished without a trace, as if it had evaporated.

Lex's brows furrowed tightly.

Did someone take the box?

"Is that box... really that important to you?"

Kamala, seeing Lex's pale face, couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

After spending some time together, she lowered her guard against Lex a little.

"Very important."

Lex didn't look at her, his gaze still lingering among the wreckage, and said in a low voice, "What's inside might be related to the source of this disaster, or even... more."

He paused, exhaled, raised his wrist, revealing a high-tech-looking watch with a shattered screen and obvious scratches on the edges.

"There is a locator in the box, which is a matching device for this watch."

He explained, with a hint of frustration, "Unfortunately, it was damaged in the crash."

"but……"

He changed the subject, a glint in his eyes, "If I can find the right tools, I can try to fix it. The core module of this table should be fine; it's just the external connections and display that are the problem."

Kamala said happily, "Then let's fix it quickly."

Lex looked around and frowned, saying, "This is no longer an option. We need to find a place to stay first."

Blade nodded and said, "Leave it to me."

With his keen sense of the terrain, Blade quickly found a makeshift hut abandoned by hunters in the woods not far from the crash site.

The hut was very simple, covered in dust and cobwebs, but in a rusty toolbox in the corner, there were actually some basic tools, including a set of precision screwdrivers and a small multimeter, which was a godsend for Lex.

The three of them temporarily settled in the cabin.

Lex immediately got to work, sitting on a worn-out wooden crate and carefully disassembling the watch to repair it.

The cabin fell into a brief silence, broken only by the faint sounds of tools hitting metal parts.

Kamala sat to the side, watching Lex's focused profile. After a moment's hesitation, she asked softly, "Mr. Luthor... what is your world like? Does it also have... many superheroes like those in our world?"

Her tone was filled with curiosity and worry, "Will this place... also become like my world?"

Lex continued working without looking up as he replied, "Our world is not lacking in beings with extraordinary abilities. They may have different names and different styles of doing things, but one thing is certain: they will not stand idly by and watch this catastrophic infection spread."

Lex paused for a moment, then continued, “As for this world, Metropolis, Gotham, Central City… here order and chaos are intertwined, light and darkness coexist, but at least most of the time, it still operates according to certain rules.”

He skillfully picked up a tiny capacitor with tweezers and blew off the dust: "Before, Blade called you 'Amazing Girl'? Why was that?"

When this was mentioned, a melancholy expression appeared on Kamala's face.

She hugged her knees, her gaze seemingly piercing through the dilapidated walls of the hut, returning to her long-destroyed hometown.

“I…I originally grew up in Jersey City in our world, and I was an ordinary 16-year-old high school student.”

Her voice carried the warmth of memories, "I was a good student, at least I think so... I was also a die-hard gamer, and I liked to write fan fiction."

Kamala smiled a little shyly, "I especially admire 'Captain Marvel' Carol Danvers. She is my idol and my hero."

She began to tell Lex about the experiences that changed her life.

After failing her driving test, Kamala, who was determined to participate in the Avengers Expo, avoided her parents' strict control and, together with her best friend Bruno, completed her dream "Captain Marvel" suit.

Later, she received an old package from her grandmother and became very interested in a mysterious bracelet inside.

After failing to convince her parents, Kamala secretly sneaks into the World's Fair with the bracelet and Bruno. During the Captain Marvel costume contest, she accidentally triggers the bracelet, causing her body to grow larger and smaller, granting her incredible powers...

"At the time, everyone thought it was a cool stage effect, and they were all cheering..."

Kamala's voice lowered, "Later I learned that it was the Terrigen Mist... I am an Inhuman, and that bracelet amplified my abilities."

Lex had already replaced the damaged resistor. Hearing this, he looked up at her, a knowing glint in his eyes behind his glasses: "So, you're a superhero too."

"You could say that..."

Kamala's voice lowered, tinged with sadness as she said, "But my world... is destroyed. I saw it with my own eyes... Captain Marvel, my idol, turned into a zombie who only knows how to devour. She and Icarus of the Eternals fought fiercely in the sky, and that was just the aftermath of the battle..."

Her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with emotion, "My two best friends... they just lost their lives right before my eyes."

Kamala couldn't continue, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Lex remained silent for a moment, offering no words of comfort, but simply reinstalled the repaired tiny circuit board.

After a moment of silence, he asked Kamala, "Is Captain Marvel's ability very powerful?"

Kamala looked up, wiped her eyes, and after trying to calm herself down, said, "She can move asteroids with her bare hands, survive in the vacuum of space, and absorb and control all kinds of energy... She's incredibly powerful, but after becoming a zombie, all she has left is hunger."

"Since even the most powerful superheroes in your universe have been infected, this virus must be something special."

Lex said in a serious tone.

He suspects that this zombie virus or energy is at the multiverse level.

As he pondered, Lex paused, then gently clicked the last piece of the watch case shut.

He then pressed a button on the side, and the shattered screen struggled to flicker a few times before finally lighting up, displaying a constantly flashing light signal.

"It's fixed."

Lex stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and looked in the direction the signal indicated. "I know where the box is."

Guided by the faint signal on their wristwatches, the three traversed the woodland shrouded in darkness and eventually arrived at an abandoned factory located beside a stream.

The factory was dilapidated, with broken windows, vines climbing the walls, and pitch black inside.

The signal source is deep inside the factory.

The three of them entered cautiously, the air filled with the damp, musty smell and the stench of rust.

In a corner of the factory filled with discarded parts, a silver-gray suitcase lay quietly, its surface covered with a little dust, but otherwise intact.

A hint of joy flashed in Lex's eyes. He quickly stepped forward, bent down, and reached out to pick up the box.

"and many more!"

Blade, who had been silent and on guard, suddenly let out a low shout, and his two silver-white eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness, like two searchlights, staring intently at the shadow behind Lex.

"what?"

Lex froze, instinctively turning around.

"Squat down!"

Blade shouted at him sharply.

Lex's instinct for danger made him react almost instantly upon hearing the command, and he ducked down sharply.

"Whoosh-!"

A blurry, almost indistinguishable black shadow, carrying a strong stench of decay, swept past the spot where Lex's head had just been.

The sharp dagger slashed through the air, emitting a piercing whistle.

It's the ghost zombie that attacked Bart before!

The ghostly zombie missed its target, its form blurring again in mid-air before merging into the shadows.

Blade reacted immediately, raising his katana and scanning his surroundings warily.

At the same time, he murmured a sentence, "Kong Su's vision sees through falsehood." After reciting this sentence, the silver-white light shooting from Daofeng's eyes became even brighter, as if this light could penetrate all darkness.

The next second, the space suddenly fluctuated.

With a cold snort, Daofeng, relying on some kind of perception beyond sight and the silver-white light shooting from his eyes, suddenly swung his katana into the empty air to his left.

"Qiang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The simple, ancient-style samurai sword blocked the dagger that suddenly thrust out from nowhere.

The ghostly zombie was forced to materialize in front of the blade, and a hint of surprise seemed to flash in its turbid eyes.

In the blade's silvery-white pupils, it seemed as if the moon's reflection was shifting.

The next moment, with a flick of his wrist, the katana seemed to come alive, transforming into a silver halo that thrust towards the ghostly zombie.

The ghostly zombie instinctively thrust out its dagger to block.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle within the dimly lit factory.

Every move of the blade seemed to predict the movement trajectory of the ghost zombie. Whether the opponent tried to hide or moved to a tricky angle in an instant, the katana was always there waiting at the most critical moment.

The samurai sword and dagger clashed fiercely in the dim light, the clanging sound echoing incessantly.

The ghostly zombies attacked relentlessly with their elusive abilities and unpredictable attack angles, while Blade remained as steady as a rock, its blades weaving an impenetrable net.

Karama, standing next to him, was completely stunned.

Finally, after a feint, Blade created an opening, and the ghost zombie fell for it, charging at him with all its might.

A bright silver light flashed in Blade's eyes, and his body twisted at an incredible angle. His katana moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, striking first despite being behind.

"Pfft!"

The long knife pierced precisely through the ghost zombie's abdomen and emerged from its back.

The ghostly zombie froze instantly.

With a flick of his wrist, he slashed upwards.

"Thorn--!"

With a tooth-grinding tearing sound, the katana, carrying immense force, cleaved the zombie diagonally upwards from its abdomen, almost splitting it in two.

Then came a few more swift and precise slashes, the blade completely cleaving the ghostly zombie's body into several pieces, which scattered on the ground.

Lex and Kamala were dumbfounded.

Especially Lex, a monster that can turn invisible and teleport, is not easy to deal with, yet this black man managed to take it down so cleanly and efficiently!
"who are you?"

Lex looked at the blade, now sheathed and its aura as steady as ever, and couldn't help but ask again.

Kamala, recovering from her shock, explained, "He is now the Blademaster, but he is also an incarnation of the Egyptian moon god Khonsu."

Is this the incarnation of the moon goddess?

Lex knew of Khonsu, who was said to be one of the gods of Heliopolis, the son of Atum and Amenet, who lived in the superdimensional realm of Heliopolis adjacent to Earth and was worshipped by the ancient Egyptians.

If Peter were here, he would probably be even more confused.

Isn't Kong Su's alter ego Mark Speth the Moon Knight?
After being severely injured in Egypt, Mark's soul left his body and encountered the moon goddess, who offered him resurrection, but on the condition that he become her agent on earth and submit to her. Mark agreed to the deal and was resurrected.

Afterwards, this guy settled in New York with the statue of the moon goddess and became the "Moon Knight".

In the zombie world, Kong Su didn't choose Mark, but instead chose Blade as her agent?!
Lex, who also couldn't understand why the Egyptian moon goddess would choose a black man, shook his head and stopped thinking about this perplexing question.

Lex coughed and walked back to the briefcase.

This time, he successfully lifted the box.

Finding a relatively clean workbench, Lex placed the box on it and tried to enter the password he had set in his memory.

However, the indicator light on the box only flashed red once and did not turn on.

It appears the crash may have affected the internal security systems or activated backup safety protocols.

Lex stared at the box, his fingers tracing the metal surface, seemingly hesitant.

A few seconds later, he suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Blade and Kamara, and his tone became somewhat subtle:

"This box... has a very special structure. If it cannot be opened with the correct password, any brute-force attack will trigger the internal self-destruct program, and the contents inside... will definitely be damaged, and may even cause unpredictable energy release."

Blade's silver eyes narrowed slightly, keenly catching a hint of unnaturalness in Lex's tone.

He took a step forward, his tall figure exuding an invisible pressure, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by this? Why are you suddenly telling us all this?"

He stared intently into Lex's eyes, as if trying to see through the lenses to his true thoughts.

An eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

Only the occasional dripping of water in the distance and the slightly suppressed breathing of the three echoed in the empty, dilapidated space.

The silvery-white Moon Goddess Eye stared directly at Lex without any hesitation.

Kamala appeared somewhat uneasy, her gaze shifting between Lex and Blade, her hands unconsciously twisting together.

Lex did not answer Blade's question immediately.

Instead, he slowly straightened up, took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and leisurely wiped away non-existent dust from his glasses lenses.

“A lie detector,” Lex said calmly, “is a crude instrument that ‘guesssssss’ whether a subject is lying by monitoring minute changes in physiological parameters such as pulse rate, breathing rhythm, and skin conductivity.”

He put on his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses became clear again, sweeping over Blade and Kamala.

"As for reliability? It's quite limited. A well-trained agent or a born antisocial personality could easily fool it."

Lex shook his head slightly, as if looking down on the low level of this technology.

"But I know someone."

Lex changed the subject, his tone filled with complex emotions, "He doesn't need these bulky machines. He can precisely track the subtle increase in blood flow to the amygdala in a liar's brain, and he can smell the dopamine molecules released into the cerebral cortex when a lie is brewing."

Lex's words made Kamara instinctively hold her breath, and even Blade's unchanging expression showed a slight fluctuation.

"of course."

Lex shrugged, his tone returning to normal. "I can't do that. I'm not a superhuman, nor am I some kind of god incarnate."

His gaze lingered on Kamala for a moment.

"Compared to relying on those rudimentary or mysterious machines or divine power."

Lex's voice gradually took on a confident tone, "I have more faith in rational judgment, based on logical reasoning from psychology, behavioral science, and micro-expression analysis."

Kamala felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and lowered her head slightly.

“In our conversation, Miss Kamala.”

Lex said calmly, "My initial assessment is that you... are not someone who is accustomed to weaving complex lies. Your emotional expression is direct, and your eyes are clear most of the time."

He took a small step forward, and the sense of oppression intensified.

"However, even the simplest human being will still experience an almost uncontrollable physiological and psychological leakage when uttering words that contradict their inner beliefs."

Lex slowed his speech.

"When a person tries to conceal the truth, especially when he knows that the other person is seeking an answer, his eyes will subconsciously avoid direct and prolonged contact. It's not a complete avoidance, but a quick and unnatural shift, as if he is internally confirming whether the story he has made up is plausible."

Lex stared intently at Kamala, and Kamala's gaze involuntarily drifted to the ground, then quickly rose again, met Lex's eyes for a moment, and looked away once more.

"His pupils may dilate or constrict in an extremely subtle and uncontrolled manner, which is a manifestation of autonomic nervous system disorder in the brain under stress."

Lex continued, "Kamara, that's the look on your face when we were talking about the box."

“You know what’s in this box, or at least, what it’s related to.”

(End of this chapter)