Holding his gun, which had already used up three rounds of kryptonite powder, in one hand, Lord Wei walked over to Doomsday.
Looking at the creature's eyes, which were still open in death, Lord Wei was delighted. All Krypton monsters deserved to die.
Raising his head slightly, his line of sight just happened to meet Superman's.
The corners of Old Master Wei's mouth drew back into a friendly smile.
He wasn't in such a hurry to kill Superman now, because a suitable "tool" had appeared who could pose a certain threat to Superman.
Thinking that, he nodded at the "tool" next to him. "You're pretty good at knotting."
Luke, the tool, was scanning the changes in Doomsday's data under the influence of kryptonite. Hearing that, he praised Lord Wei in passing. "Your three shots were also very beautiful."
He really wasn't bragging with his eyes wide open.
To be able to disrupt and restrict Doomsday at a critical moment with that kind of speed required accurate marksmanship and a strong heart.
If it were some shooting champion who missed the first shot, they might not even have the courage to pull the trigger with the next two shots.
After all, there was a huge difference between a competition target that couldn't fight back and a near-invincible Doomsday that could destroy the world.
Hearing such commercial compliments, Lord Wei straightforwardly invited Luke. "Let's chat in a few days when you're free?"
Luke said, "No problem."
Superman, who was floating in the air, frowned and felt uneasy. Why did these two look like they were birds of a feather?
As powerful as he was, he couldn't help but look at Diana, the Goddess of War, who was nearby. Should he ask her out as well? Umm … Forget it, it wouldn't be good if Louise found out.
The Goddess of War, on the other hand, was in a good mood.
She didn't have a complicated relationship with any of the three people present, and she was strong enough that she didn't need to immediately try to win anyone over.
Besides, she was a great beauty.
It wasn't that she needed men to court her, but that if she showed even the slightest bit of intimacy, men would easily lose their sense of propriety.
After her first love a hundred years ago, she had never thought of looking for a second boyfriend.
Thus, her thoughts were very simple, and she didn't notice the conflicted look in Superman's eyes.
Walking up to Luke, she asked the question that concerned her the most, "Can I get my things back?"
"Anytime, Your Highness." After saying that, Luke said to Lord Wei, "Don't remove the spear for now. I don't want it to come back to life in a few days."
Wei Laoye was very much in favor of this idea, he did not make a fuss about Her Highness the Princess retrieving her weapon before he did.
Of course, strictly speaking, the Kryptonite on the spear had also come from Lex's gun. Only the spear shaft had been made by Master Wei, so it really couldn't be considered "his" weapon.
He also thought of another question. "What should we do with the body?"
Luke looked at Superman and Valkyrie. "If you have a way to completely destroy it, I don't mind handing it over to you."
Without waiting for the two to answer, he gave a more detailed request, "Before destroying it, it's best to cut it into several pieces and destroy the head first. Lex alone is enough. I don't want it to fall into the hands of other people with ill intentions. "
The two of them frowned. 'This is … a little troublesome.'
It wasn't a problem for them to fight, but after they killed each other, they were going to be chopped into eight pieces, and their bones were going to be burned to ashes? Sorry, but this really went against their worldview.
But what Luke said really did make sense, because Lex had already helped him "test" that Kryptonian corpses could really be turned into superweapons.
Although they could monitor the wreckage of the Krypton spaceship, this wasn't the only way to use corpses in this universe.
From a personal point of view, it was like someone telling you that digging out feces was a very important thing, and that if you didn't do it, the whole city would be filled with "fragrance," but most people still wouldn't do it.
Especially when there was a ready-made candidate. The two of them looked back at Luke.
Luke glanced at Lord Wei on the side. This guy was really super paranoid. With just a few words, he was already suspecting that Luke wanted to do something bad with the body.
Fine, Lord Wei had actually guessed most of it right. Luke had to admit that the mistake was that he hadn't used it for something bad.
That was because he had enough other technologies, and he didn't need the body to do anything bad.
Luke nodded. "Then I'll get rid of it with Batman."
The three of them stared at him in surprise.
Luke said, "I don't think he'll mind getting dirty and tired."
In response, the Goddess of War, who was covered in divine equipment and was almost spotless, and Superman, who was dressed in an unruffled battle robe, looked at each other for a moment.
Looking at Lord Wei, who was covered in dust, and Luke, who hadn't completely disappeared from his armor, the two of them were lost for words. This special effect (equipment) was given to them by their parents; it was their fault!
With Luke, the middleman that the three bigwigs could accept, Superman and Lord Wei, who might have caused some trouble, only exchanged a few glances before they went their separate ways.
Lord Wei was also concerned about the transportation of the body, and said that he could help.
Luke chuckled. A small virtual screen appeared on his wrist, and he issued a few instructions.
Less than a minute later, a modified black Quinjet descended from the sky. Under Luke's remote control, several high-simulation prototypes transported the enormous body of Doomsday onto the plane on a hoverboard.
Luke followed him to the open rear hatch. "You have my contact information. You can come to my base in three days and we'll destroy it together."
Frowning, Lord Wei came up with a lot of ideas on how to kill this dangerous person in front of him. "Okay, I will."
Luke didn't look back. He simply gave the order for the transport to quickly take off.
It wasn't that Lord Wei wanted to kill him; he only had a vague feeling that he was going to die.
I don't necessarily have to deal with you; I'm just making a contingency plan in passing. As a "contingency plan master," Lord Lu knew that this was just a habit, or perhaps … obsessive-compulsive disorder?
Watching the mutated Quinjet leave, Lord Wei stood there quietly. A moment later, he murmured, "This guy … is very rich?"
As a big capitalist, he was all too aware of the efficiency of the conversion between money and power in this country.
Lex had already given a negative example of the power of the combination of money, power, and superpowers — as long as there was a chance, this combination was enough to create a monster like Doomsday.
Superman was scary, but this "god" who wanted to be a human still had a weakness.
But this Dark Knight was a little … like himself? Lord Wei had to admit that, at least in terms of money and methods of doing things, they were very similar.
Would he be overjoyed and see him as a half-brother? Hehe, naive.
What people hated the most was that they were "high imitations" of themselves.
They didn't hate themselves because they were themselves — the "virtue" of being strict with others and lenient to themselves was the norm for most people.
Thus, immoral people liked friends with a moral bottom line. It was very normal for a "stamp collector" to find a conservative bestie, which could also reduce the number of people who would "steal" business from her.
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