In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

"Mr. Lex," Bruce spoke casually in order to avoid causing unnecessary speculation from the other party.

"I heard that you are very interested in various unsolved mysteries in the world. What do you think of the legend of Atlantis?"

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, you finally asked an interesting question."

There was a glimmer of interest in Luther's eyes.

"It looks like you've done your homework."

There was a hint of approval in his tone.

"Indeed, this is a very fascinating topic..."

There was a strange sense of superiority in Luther's drawn-out tone.

"You know, Atlantis is more than just a legend."

"Oh?"

The light from the office shone into Bruce's deep eyes.

Sure enough, the other party began to take the bait...

He deliberately revealed a hint of surprise that was just right in his character.

"Mr. Lex, it sounds like you know something?"

"Let me tell you a little secret, Mr. Wayne..."

Luther lowered his voice.

"Near the site where we found that special 'object', the archaeological team unearthed some extraordinary murals."

"Um……"

Bruce quickly recorded the key information on the computer while keeping his voice coherent:

“It’s fascinating.”

He expressed keen interest at the right moment.

"Perhaps we could discuss this in more depth? Maybe over a private dinner..."

"Too anxious, Mr. Wayne."

Luther interrupted, a meaningful smile on his face.

"Isn't it inappropriate to ask so much about something when you first meet someone?"

“But I can tell you an interesting fact: it is said that the Atlanteans possessed a power that could control the ocean.

And our 'little discovery' seems to be emitting similar energy fluctuations. This is also an interesting coincidence, isn't it? "

Just as he finished speaking, Luther's cell phone suddenly rang.

He took a look and said to my screen:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, it looks like our meeting has to end early, but..."

He smiled meaningfully.

“I believe we will have many opportunities to have in-depth exchanges.”

"Where did you get this information..."

Just when Bruce wanted to continue asking, the communication suddenly stopped.

Bruce stared at the black screen, his brows furrowed.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Alfred beside him.

"Alfred, let the system track Luther's whereabouts throughout the process. This man is far more dangerous than we thought."

"Okay, sir."

"I guess it's because this meeting did not achieve the expected results?"

"Quite the opposite."

Bruce stood up and walked to the window.

"He said a lot more than I expected, and he had no idea he was playing with fire."

Bruce pulled up several encrypted files and quickly browsed through the contents.

"Notify Dick and have him prepare Nightwing's equipment. We have to take the initiative to destroy those murals that Luther mentioned."

He paused.

"Also, prepare a public relations statement for the Wayne Group. Say that I am very interested in South American archaeology and plan to invest in a new archaeological project."

"So, you are planning to intervene in this matter in the name of Wayne Group?"

Alfred asked.

"Yes."

“At the same time, have Tim monitor the flow of funds from the Lex Group, especially those suspicious transfers to South America.

At the same time, send a message to Commissioner Gordon, saying that a batch of "special cargo" may pass through Gotham Port recently, and see if it can be intercepted."

Just as Bruce was getting ready, the Batcave alarm suddenly wailed through his invisible headset.

The piercing sound vibrated on his eardrums.

Bruce instinctively reached out and pressed his wrist, and a holographic projection unfolded in the air, casting a faint blue light.

The data transmitted back by Wayne's satellite network made his pupils shrink slightly——

There are unprecedented disturbances in the atmosphere, and energy readings are climbing wildly.

"Master, the disturbance source is breaking through the stratosphere at an alarming speed."

Alfred's calm voice could not hide his nervousness.

"Preliminary satellite analysis shows this is definitely not a natural phenomenon."

"I gonna go see."

Soon, Bruce walked across the corridor, quickly pushed open the door of the study, and tapped his fingers lightly on the spine of the complete works of Shakespeare.

With the hum of gears turning, the entrance to the secret room slowly appeared.

The feeling of weightlessness as the elevator fell rapidly made his cloak spread out behind him.

The sound of the alarm echoed in the huge space of the bat cave, interweaving with the sound of groups of bats flapping their wings.

In front of the main console, dozens of display screens lit up at the same time.

On the largest screen, an unidentified object marked as a red dot and as big as an aircraft carrier was tearing through the atmosphere, leaving a blazing trail.

Moreover, the energy readings on the screen continued to soar.

"Quick, Alfred, activate the global monitoring system and call on all available satellite resources."

"At the same time, access the database of the International Space Station. I want to know the specific source of that thing."

"It's already underway, Master."

"I have activated all Wayne Tech defense protocols."

Bruce's fingers slid rapidly across the armor's control panel, adjusting various parameters.

His eyes were always fixed on the falling behemoth, his expression solemn and alert.

"Notify Diana and Jonathan..."

The scene changes.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, the night view of Gotham City is colorful.

In the luxurious living room, the ambiguous atmosphere becomes more charming under the light.

Diana snuggled lazily in Jonathan's arms. The two had just finished a game.

The blush on Diana's face was like a newborn rose blooming in the morning light, spreading from her slightly hot cheeks all the way to her delicate collarbone.

The rosy glow set off her bronze skin, which shone brightly under the light.

She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, hiding the shyness and confusion in her eyes.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words back into her throat.

Jonathan stroked Diana's long hair, feeling the warmth of the person in his arms.

He finally understood why so many people liked Wonder Woman in his previous life.

Diana's unique temperament is difficult to imitate.

Even Marvel's Black Widow, or a similar character like Aunt Marie, finds it difficult to replicate the same feeling.

Except Wanda, of course.

Jonathan's fingertips gently brushed through her hair, feeling its silkiness and smelling the faint scent of lily of the valley that permeated her hair.

But this warmth didn't last long.

As a slight vibration sounded, Diana's body suddenly became tense, like a fully drawn bow.

Her eyes, which had been full of tenderness just now, instantly became alert, but a hint of tenderness still remained deep in them.

"Sorry, this is an emergency call for me."

Diana whispered, with a hint of unnatural panic in her tone.

She opened this phone card specifically for emergencies. Once it rings, it means there is a big incident to be dealt with.

I still remember the last time it sounded was when we were rescuing some people trapped in a building in Midtown due to the explosion of a particle accelerator.

She quickly stood up and tidied her slightly messy long hair, searching for the source of the vibration.

When she saw the caller ID, her brows unconsciously frowned:

"It's Bruce."