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

Chapter 99 Lex Luthor's Suicide Attempt, Wonder Woman Diana

However, there is also some good news regarding the mutation of life forms.

For example, Ice Man.

The other party has been able to effectively control the cold energy in their body.

Although it is not as easy as one might think.

But at least, it won't kill itself without absorbing any heat.

And it is precisely because of the presence of the other that the equipment in the entire basement research base can always be kept at the most suitable temperature for cooling.

This will undoubtedly help the research proceed quickly.

After all, processors can reach extremely high temperatures when processing massive databases.

Some large companies choose to build their processor operation centers underwater.

In addition, there is a carefully selected jumping spider that has been affected by kryptonite.

The target survived the radiation from the kryptonite and successfully underwent a mutation.

It only took two months.

The jumping spider that survived grew to nearly two meters in size at an almost brutal rate.

It far exceeds the size limit of the race's genes.

The resulting spider web is not only extremely corrosive but also incredibly tough, comparable to oil-soaked hemp rope.

Unfortunately, this successfully mutated spider was completely out of control.

However, researchers have already begun working on microchips that can control spider nerves.

As Lucas left the research base and returned to the farm, he suddenly spotted a man dressed in black lurking suspiciously in a corner outside the fence from a distance.

The other person was holding a camera, seemingly waiting for something.

Following the other person's gaze, Clark was smashing a wooden stake with his bare hands. With a casual punch, the entire stake shattered into pieces.

Then, Da Chao casually lifted the red farm machine out of the mud.

After doing all that, he wiped his sweat and walked toward the pickup truck.

Then he casually closed the car door and reached out to turn the car key.

Today was the day he and Lana had arranged to go to the town cinema to watch a movie.

Upon seeing this, the man immediately raised his camera.

Inside the truck.

The key was just turned on—

"Boom!"

The entire truck made a loud bang!

The glass shattered instantly, sending parts, metal fragments, and broken glass flying everywhere.

Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

Two seconds later, Clark kicked the deformed car door away.

The heavy sheet metal was kicked away by his brute force and landed on the ground.

With his upper body clothes burned and holes splattered, and his brows furrowed and face full of doubt, Da Chao slowly walked out of the wrecked car.

The middle-aged man who was recording the video stared blankly for a few seconds, then a triumphant laugh immediately appeared on his lips.

He then put away his camera and, without hesitation, carefully left Kent Farm via another road.

Lucas naturally followed.

He didn't care whether Clark would reveal his identity prematurely.

But the man's actions clearly angered him.

If Clark inside didn't have a body of steel, he probably would have been blown up long ago.

In a corner near Highway 8.

A black sedan was parked there.

The man walked out of the side path, opened the car door, bent down to get in, and prepared to leave.

Just then, a tremendous force suddenly came from the other side of the car.

Without any warning, the entire metal car was sent flying sideways as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

The heavy vehicle flipped several times in the air before crashing into the dense cornfield beside it.

Large stalks of corn were crushed and collapsed, with dust flying everywhere.

The vehicle body was severely deformed and dented, and the entire vehicle was completely totaled.

The man, covered in blood, struggled to cling to the deformed car door and crawled out of the wrecked carriage with great effort and in a disheveled state.

But before he could catch his breath, Lucas instantly appeared in front of the man.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly raised his left foot and kicked the man's kneecap into pieces.

"ah----"

The man let out a scream, his face turned deathly pale, and he curled up on the ground covered in cold sweat.

Lucas then expressionlessly crippled the other man's other leg.

The intense pain nearly made the man faint on the spot.

"Answer me, who are you?"

Lucas looked down at the struggling man, his gaze sweeping over him.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything. My name is Roger, and I'm a gossip reporter from the Metropolitan Inquirer. Lex paid me to investigate Clark secretly."

The man, his face filled with terror, vomited everything up in one go.

He originally intended to blackmail Lex.

They want to use the unusual event that Lex was rescued by Clark with his bare hands in a car accident years ago to ask for money.

But Lex is clearly not someone a small-time gossip reporter can threaten.

Not only did he not get the money, he was also required to investigate Clark for him.

However, after filming Clark unharmed in the explosion, Roger changed his mind.

He plans to sell the videos he filmed to sensationalist gossip newspapers like the Metropolitan Inquirer.

He earned huge sums of money by publishing exclusive headlines, becoming famous overnight.

"Let me go, I'll tell you everything I know," the man pleaded.

Lucas didn't speak, indifferently withdrew his gaze, and stepped on the other person's chest.

The other person's chest caved in instantly, their heart exploded, and they died instantly.

From the shadows, the giant python demon king appeared instantly and swallowed the man whole.

"Lex—I already warned you, you're asking for it!"

Lucas muttered something to himself, his gaze gradually turning cold, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Luther Manor.

Lex sat in the leather chair in his study, holding the latest issue of the Metropolitan Daily.

He sipped the coffee the maid had just brought him while intently reading the newspaper.

Even in the remote town of Smallville, Lex never let his guard down in keeping abreast of the situation in the metropolis.

Lionel constantly tested and challenged him, trying to keep him firmly under his control.

He had already secretly resolved to make his father understand that he would never be manipulated forever, and that the power that belonged to Luther would eventually be in his own hands!

Just as Lex was secretly plotting his plan, a crimson thunderstorm suddenly struck the manor in broad daylight.

The lightning rod was rendered useless, and the massive amount of lightning energy was released unchecked onto the main building of Luther Manor!

Boom!!

The violent explosion shook the entire land, sending bricks and stones flying. The wooden structure was instantly ignited by the lightning, and all the glass windows shattered and collapsed. The luxurious and magnificent main building of Luther Manor was directly and violently destroyed by the thunderstorm, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the entire mansion.

Inside the manor, Lex, who had no time to react, was thrown back by the enormous impact—

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In the afternoon, the warm sunlight streamed through the gleaming glass facades of the steel jungle on the pedestrians waiting at the traffic lights.

It's early summer now, and the sunlight isn't harsh.

Among the crowd, Diana Prince wore a light gray suit jacket over a white shirt, cinched at the waist with a wide brown belt, paired with high-waisted wide-leg trousers, giving her the air of a sophisticated urban professional.

She was beautiful, tall, with radiant skin, long and full, shapely thighs, and a graceful and elegant instep line under her light-colored high heels.

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As a demigod descendant of Zeus and the Amazon queen.

After reaching adulthood, Wonder Woman's body completely stopped aging.

Her appearance is forever frozen at the peak of her twenties, with skin so tender it seems like you could squeeze water out of it.

Therefore, even though she has lived for nearly a thousand years, there is still no trace of time on the woman's face.

A faint smile played on her lips, and her gaze was gentle.

Just then.

A red car traveling normally suddenly went out of control and, after a series of violent swervings, crashed into pedestrians waiting for traffic signals.

The crowd immediately gasped and scattered in all directions.

But a few were clearly terrified, standing there frozen in place, as if their feet were on superglue, unable to take a step no matter what.

"Bitch, get out of the way!"

"Fuck."

Inside the out-of-control red car, two young men with curly hair, dressed in a disco casual style, poked their heads out and shouted loudly.

They might not be hurt if the car hits the stone pillar, but it will definitely be a disaster if it kills someone.

Just then.

In the blind spot of passersby, Diana gently kicked the front wheel of the out-of-control red car.

The entire set of movements was so fluid and fast that ordinary people couldn't even catch it with the naked eye.

"Squeak—"

The front of the red sedan made a dull thud, followed by a piercing, screeching sound of tires that echoed down the asphalt road all the way to the street corner.

Finally, after a 360-degree free spin, the out-of-control vehicle came to a safe stop.

No one was injured or killed.

The two young people scrambled out of the car, looking like they had just escaped a disaster, unsure whether to feel relieved or bewildered.

At this time.

The traffic indicator light is on.

Diana smiled slightly and mingled with the crowd as she walked toward the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History, which was not far away.

After defeating Ares, Diana realized that the war would not end with the death of the god of war.

Human nature is inherently fraught with conflict, so he gave up acting ostentatiously and settled in a metropolis as an ordinary person.

It all started in London, where she met Steve Trevor.

After living in London for decades, he eventually moved to Washington, D.C.

He works as an archaeologist at the history museum here.

With nearly a thousand years of knowledge, she has extremely high attainments in the fields of archaeology and cultural anthropology and is a recognized expert in the museum.

As I entered the building through the automatic revolving door, I passed a woman wearing thick, round, cat-eye-shaped glasses.

The other person was wearing a loose-fitting business suit, with messy hair and a sallow complexion.

Her skin had no luster at all, as if she often stayed up late, a complete opposite of Diana's condition.

The other person was also in poor condition, walking unsteadily. When turning a corner, their three- or four-centimeter high heels suddenly twisted, and the documents in their hands immediately fell to the ground.

Diana reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch the phone steadily. She glanced at the name tag on the woman's chest and handed it to her, saying, "Good morning, Barbara. Are you new here?"

The woman's eyes were filled with a mixture of panic and gratitude as she quickly reached out to take the documents, saying, "Thank you so much, thank you so much."

With a gentle smile, Diana introduced herself: "I am Diana Prince, a researcher in cultural anthropology and archaeology."

Barbara, clutching the documents, quickly said, "Barbara Minerva. Majored in geology, gemology, and petrology, and also studies cryptozoology in her spare time. She just got hired."

A hint of surprise flashed across Diana's eyes, but her gaze was sincere as she praised, "You have such a wide range of knowledge."

Barbara lowered her head shyly, staring at her awkward high heels, and said self-deprecatingly, "I was too busy in college, I learned a little bit of everything. It's all these high heels' fault, I didn't want to wear them, they were so stupid. Scientists shouldn't wear high heels."

Diana smiled and comforted her, "There are exceptions sometimes. Okay, I'll be going now. Good luck."

After saying that, she prepared to turn and leave.

Barbara immediately looked up, her gaze falling on Diana's shoes, and a look of envy instantly appeared on her face: "Your shoes are so beautiful! Leopard print, so cool."

After she finished speaking, she even softly imitated a cheetah's growl.

But just then, Supervisor Carlo walked over: "Barbara Minerva?"

"The FBI will be sending over a batch of evidence and artifacts this afternoon, items seized from yesterday's mall robbery. You'll be in charge of appraising them."

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Around 3 p.m.

Hawkman and his team arrived in Washington.

Doctor Fate provided a clue, but had no one to accompany him.

As he said, after seeing countless possible futures, you will no longer believe in absolute destiny, and he needs to do something else.

Upon arriving here, before Hawkman and his team could even contact Diana, they were invited over by agents of the Bureau of Paranormal Research, also known as the Sky Eye Society.

The Sky Eye Association has headquarters in both Washington and New York.

"Sometimes I wonder why Mr. Nelson doesn't just call that lady named Diana directly, instead of making us come all the way here?"

After waiting for nearly half an hour in the reception hall on the 32nd floor of the Sky Eye Association, the Atom Crusher couldn't help but speak out:

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My own doubts.

"Mr. Nelson must have his reasons for doing this. Like now, perhaps we need to see Ms. Amanda."

"That's what Maxine said, with her black curly hair."

After waiting a few more minutes...

Amanda Waller, with a serious expression and an overweight figure, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Excuse me, I had a very important meeting and was held up a bit. By the way, good afternoon. Would you like some coffee?"

"I want to drink cola, preferably high in sugar, is that okay?"

Albert, the Atom Smasher, raised his hand.

"Of course." Amanda nodded and took out a few cans of chilled Coke from the portable hidden refrigerator next to her.

Then, she looked at Hawkman and frowned: "I heard that your Ninth Metal organization was completely looted?"

"Ms. Amanda, your information network is indeed very good."

Hawkman responded expressionlessly.

"I warned you before, you should have entrusted it to us for safekeeping. No one can break into the Sky Eye Society. The importance of the Ninth Metal is far greater than you imagine."

"Then turn it into equipment for the suicide squad you created?"

Hawkman said expressionlessly, "We're just partners, working together to maintain global peace. Besides, no one knows more about the Ninth Metal than I do. And you have no right to order me around."

Amanda nonchalantly sat down at her desk, leaning slightly forward: "Yes, we're just business partners, but we share the same goal."

Hawkman glanced at Amanda: "So, what did you call us here for?"

Amanda slowly began, "A while ago, a suicide squad I sent on a mission ran into trouble."

"A motley crew. That's normal."

No. This time it's not normal.

Amanda shook her head solemnly.