What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 95 Hawkman and Hawkgirl

Bruce's pupils contracted, his expression complex.

Oswald the Penguin?

Or is it the mysterious figure behind him, the true uncrowned king of Gotham?

Most importantly, how did the other person recognize him?

When was the letter placed inside the Batmobile?

Why didn't he notice anything from beginning to end?

Furthermore, the other party even knew about the existence of the Bat Cave.

Bruce felt his head was full of questions and he desperately needed answers.

Seeing Bruce's strange expression, Alfred couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, has this military vehicle worth tens of millions of dollars been totaled?"

Bruce shook his head and handed the letter to Alfred.

After a long while, Ah Fu looked at Bruce, whose face was covered in bruises: "Young Master, your disguise doesn't seem to be up to par."

"I've tried my best to disguise myself."

Bruce was more depressed than ever before.

He saw in movies that when gangsters robbed people, they could simply put a stocking over their face and no one would recognize them.

But he was covered by a whole piece of black cloth.

Only the eyes and mouth are visible.

"In any case, I suggest we don't provoke the Penguin Gang for now; their strength far exceeds our expectations."

""

Alfred took a sip of coffee, dispelling some of his drowsiness: "The Penguin clearly knew your plans in advance. Given his personality, he could have devised a more elaborate encirclement strategy, but instead he attacked without pursuing."

This might not have been a slip-up, but rather a deliberately orchestrated test and mockery.

Bruce fell completely silent.

:

Iceberg Restaurant.

After leaving behind that letter brimming with wicked humor, Lucas went straight here.

Oswald is calculating the gang's recent earnings.

Managing accounts was one of his few hobbies besides power.

He loved the sound of gold coins falling to the ground; it was more beautiful than any instrument in the grand concert hall.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Oswald immediately looked up and saw Lucas. His expression brightened instantly, and he quickly put down his pen, bowing deeply as he stepped forward with an extremely humble and ingratiating expression: "Your Excellency, you've arrived."

Lucas nodded casually.

"Have you found out Hawkman and Hawkgirl's whereabouts?"

He said.

This was the only purpose of his trip to the other party.

Upon hearing this, Oswald immediately went to the safe against the wall and took out a stack of documents.

He presented it to Lucas with both hands, respectfully.

"Your Excellency, the whereabouts of these two individuals you asked me to inquire about are extremely secretive. My men spent a great deal of time traveling to many places to investigate, and finally found a definite clue."

"Hawkman Carter Hall and Hawkgirl Sierra, it's hard to imagine that they seem to have lived for a very long time, from World War II to the present day, and they haven't aged at all, having changed their identities many times in the process."

He now lives on a sprawling private estate outside of St. Roche, Louisiana.

Their public identity is that of the curators of the Rock Sandpiper Museum, but they usually use their identities as archaeologists as a cover and rarely go out.

Lucas casually took the document and glanced at it.

"You did a great job."

Lucas put the files together and nodded.

His intuition told him that the information Oswald had gathered was probably correct.

"It is my honor to share your burdens."

The penguin's lips curled into a wide grin.

His greatest honor was to gain Lucas's approval.

This recognition is the most important support that allows him to remain the King of Gotham.

St. Roche, New Orleans, Louisiana.

A city steeped in history and humid.

It's almost 700 miles from Gotham to here.

It took him less than five minutes.

As shown in the map provided by Oswald.

Lucas slowly fell from the sky.

soon.

His line of sight came to a private museum called the Stone Sandpiper, located in the suburbs of the city, far from the hustle and bustle of modern urban life.

It is less than ten meters away from the museum.

It is a private estate with a considerable area.

Inside the wall, there are large groves of oak and bald cypress trees.

Both types of trees are evergreen all year round, and their dense canopies completely isolate the manor from the outside, making the main body of the manor invisible from the outside streets, forming a natural, hidden wall.

Of course, this concealment was nothing to Lucas.

The main buildings of the entire estate retain the red brick and shutter style of the American South in the 19th century. The columns of the porch are carved with the Eye of Horus, and the roof drains are carved with the jackal heads of Anubis.

The charm of the Nile River.

These characteristics are enough to prove that Lucas made the right choice in coming.

It's like if someone knocks on your door before 7 a.m., it's either Captain America who got up early or the Human Torch who just got home from 8 p.m.

Anyway, I'm all alone.

With the help of [Divine Insight], in the attic in the very center of the manor.

Lucas quickly discovered a secret room.

The walls on all sides were made of pure lead.

However, lead might work for other people.

To him, he was purely a figurehead.

The entire secret room was filled with a large number of weapons and armor fragments.

At the very center is a uniquely shaped alien spaceship, several meters in size, exuding a sense of futuristic technology.

But it appears to have suffered some kind of severe impact.

The surface appears pitted and severely damaged.

"The Ninth Metal".

Lucas's lips twitched slightly.

But then, he suddenly looked with interest at an alleyway across the street from the manor.

"You're flipping through those reincarnation diaries again, Carter. We moved to St. Roche precisely to escape this endless cycle of fate."

Sienna made Carter a cup of warm tea and couldn't help but remind him.

Carter shook his head: "Has Shet's curse will never truly disappear. Even if we hide here, living peacefully in the Stone Snipe Museum, the memories of past battles will still constantly resurface. Unless, of course, we can completely break this curse."

Chiella disagreed with the words of the man whose fate was so intertwined with hers: "At least we have a home that truly belongs to us, the whole estate, the museum, and the underground workshop that connects the two places, where no one can disturb us at will."

"Except for Hector—the backlash from the silver scarab will last forever, until the day his destiny is fully realized."

"Let's talk about something lighter. Have you decided on the museum's opening hours for tomorrow?"

Sensing the woman's low spirits, Carter put down the Reincarnation Notebook and changed the subject.

"How about 10 o'clock?"

"A good time. It fits the daily routine of modern people."

Carter said with a smile.

But the next moment.

The eagle's expression suddenly changed.

Thanks to the enhancement provided by the Ninth Metal, his eyesight and hearing were comparable to an eagle, even better than Eagle Girl's. Just now, he keenly sensed an unusual movement.

Seeing this, Chiella immediately dropped her relaxed, conversational demeanor, her hand holding the teacup pausing slightly: "What's wrong, Carter?"

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"An outsider trespassed into the manor premises, but no security alarms were triggered."

Carter said with a serious expression.

"Could it be Haas Shet again?"

"He shouldn't have that ability," Carter shook his head. "Perhaps he's an accomplice!"

No sooner had those words been spoken than a deep, hissing roar suddenly rang out.

Hawkman and Hawkgirl exchanged a glance, quickly donned their gear, and walked out of the bedroom one after the other.

On the lawn of the manor.

Under dim lighting.

With heavy breathing, a burly, tall figure slowly emerged. "Carter Hall, there's no need to waste any more effort reinforcing your defenses."

Has Shet has told me that this manor contains the purest N metal on Earth, which is essential for stabilizing my Lion God form.

Hand over the metal, and I may let you two go for now.

The other party stood in human form, more than three meters tall, with layers of totems wrapped around its chest and arms.

Originally, the human head looked exactly like the head of a lion, with a thick ring of dark golden-brown fur wrapped around the neck, sharp fangs protruding, and bright yellow vertical pupils that looked fierce and violent.

"Ed Dawson, once a top archaeologist, now willingly becomes Haas Shet's henchman, relying on external forces to suppress his bestial nature. Don't you find that pathetic?"

"Pathetic? I'll do anything to gain complete control of this power and break free from the meteorite's limitations. As for human emotions, they're the most useless ties!"

The lion sneered and charged straight at them.

After a fierce battle, Hawkman and Hawkgirl ultimately prevailed.

This wasn't the first time they had clashed with this human archaeologist, who had been mutated by radiation from an alien meteorite weapon.

Their flight ability and the Ninth Metal they possess are precisely what allow them to counter their opponent.

soon.

Lionmane was forced back into human form.

The Eagle Woman looted the remaining Mithra meteorites from the other person and casually tied them up.

"Should we send her to a mental hospital?" Eagle Girl had a headache.

This is the third time this month.

"No—" Hawkman shook his head with a serious expression.

This surprised Eagle Girl.

"What I mean is, the enemy I was talking about wasn't Edward."

Hawkman was on high alert.

At this moment, the eagle's intuition gave him a chilling feeling of being watched by the abyss.

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