[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

The conference room on the top floor of Lex that occupies almost the entire floor can be said to be the highest place in the entire metropolis with the best view, but only when you are in it, you will find that this conference room is unusually weird:

The lead gray walls and lead gray ceiling are covered with strange bulges; the seemingly huge floor-to-ceiling windows are actually huge LCD monitors, which are nothing more than real-time views of the outside of the building. .

Being in this huge conference room will always give people an inexplicable depression, not to mention that it is still terribly quiet inside.

But now, there are only two people in the entire conference room, sitting across the huge conference table.

Alexander Joseph Lex Luthor—the owner of this conference room, this building, and even the entire Lex Group, a bald middle-aged man who has long occupied the pages of various tabloids.He has a strong interest in the black-haired girl in front of him—an interest beyond the girl's body.

There is nothing special about the girl’s appearance: Asian, with a small round face and phoenix eyes common to Asians, her hair is tied into a single ponytail roughly, her appearance may not conform to the aesthetics of Europeans and Americans, but for Asians Said it should be above average.But her actions were another matter.

First of all, the results deduced from the girl's inadvertent little movements, the way she walked, etc., always reminded him of the famous mercenary "Death Knell" (Note 1). He was impressed by the fighting skills shown by the money guy.

It's hard to imagine how a young woman who is only about 20 years old has the temperament of a veteran of many battles.

What's even more strange is that from the information he found, the girl's past shouldn't have allowed her to have such an aura anyway.

Unlike those cosmic powers whose traces can only be found in various top-secret records, as a mortal, Luther is not nearly omniscient like them.But on this earth, when he really wants to know something, there are very few things that can be hidden from him.

— Really few, so he was curious about it.

Second, the girl held a sign and stood under her headquarters building for three days before confronting herself.

It's not that there is anything strange about this move, there are always people holding various signs under the headquarters building.

Most, of course, were about "Go to Hell," "Bastard," "Scum," "Criminal," or "Murderer."

That's normal, whether it's the richest man in Metropolis, one of the world's richest men, the prime suspect for the boss behind all the gangsters in Metropolis, or someone who always wants to trouble that alien freak. Neither is good.

But he never cared about it—real geniuses are never understood and recognized by the world.

But the girl in front was different, she was holding a sign saying "I know Batman's secret".

This is very troublesome.

Yes, trouble.

There are actually quite a few people who want to sell various "secrets" to themselves every year:

If there are certain secrets fabricated to defraud money, that person will be taught by his subordinates to respect the importance of Lex Luthor's IQ—of course, most of them will have no chance to correct them in this lifetime.

If it's that kind of really interesting little secret, then Lex Luthor wouldn't hesitate to pay a reward that both parties can be satisfied with.

However, afterward, my subordinates would often change their identities to visit late at night to find out more about whether this person knew other secrets.

It's just that the method of the little girl opposite was too direct, rain or shine for three days in a row, and now even many media have noticed this matter and showed strong interest, which made him have to respond and let it go. His own reputation is a big stain.

——Well, reputation is of no use to me, but at least I should sell it for a price that is enough to tempt me.

There are more people who pay attention, and some "extraordinary measures" are not easy to use.

My "old friends" - the night rangers in all kinds of tights - are notoriously nosy.

That being the case, it is an inevitable choice to put down your dignity and meet this "former Wayne Group intern secretary".

"The whole room is covered with lead, equipped with special sound-absorbing structures and sound-absorbing materials, which can isolate all types of electromagnetic waves and radiation known so far—yes, the design goal here is to isolate Superman from all detection methods~"

Luther made a "please" gesture to the girl:

"Okay, Miss Tang, you can speak with confidence. Or...do you want to talk about the salary first?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Luthor."

The girl asked seriously:

"Can I ask you three questions first?"

"You're really lucky, Miss Tang. I'm in a good mood today, so if it's a question I'm willing to answer, you can get the answer."

Luther leaned his whole body on the back of the boss chair, and replied with a smile:

"Recognize that you are now asking questions of the smartest human beings in the world, and the opportunity is precious."

"..."

After a moment of silence, the girl asked a question:

"Mr. Luthor, is there any agreement between superheroes and supercriminals?"

"Why ask this question?"

"Because only knowing this can I be sure that what I know is of value to you."

"Then change the question—why do you have such doubts?"

"Because it's you - Lex Luthor, who is capable of fighting against that almost invincible alien in a human identity, it's impossible for you to be ignorant of their true identities - even if it's just them The real identity of some of them, but you have never used this to threaten their families. Even the only one you have used is the well-known 'Superman Girlfriend' Louise."

After the girl finished speaking, she stretched out her finger and pointed at Luther.

"Similarly, Superman didn't come into your bedroom in the middle of the night and break your neck or make you the sole inhabitant of some uninhabited island in the Pacific"

"Haha~ A smart girl is worthy of praise, no reporter or police have ever asked me this question.

My answer is: yes. "

The smile on Luthor's face was even wider. He stood up while talking, and picked out a bottle of red wine and two goblets from the wine cabinet in the corner:

"Although there are no clear terms or agreements, myself and the Justice League do have the tacit understanding of 'keeping each other's bottom line' you said-at least when I have an absolute advantage against Superman and his gang of Superman This tacit understanding will always exist until any form of crazy counterattack can be made by friends."

"...Is that so?"

The girl who got the answer was silent, she needed time to digest what the answer meant.

"Also, I need to rudely correct some of your mistakes:

Superman doesn't have to come into my bedroom in the middle of the night and kill me if he wants to, he can do it anytime.

Superman Can 'Move Near Light Speed'

——It’s not like the red runner in Central City who distorted the rules of time and space to achieve near-light speed, but actually through physical means.

Most people in this world only know that the speed is fast, but they don't understand what it means.

Indeed, that is really fast, because it means that when my eyes see Superman, but before the nerve signal is transmitted to my brain, Superman has already come to me-no need to do anything, as long as he no longer Suppressing the spread of high-temperature plasma generated during his movement is enough to turn me and most of the metropolis into ashes on the stratosphere in a series of mushroom clouds in a straight line.

And back then I didn't even know I'd seen Superman. "

Luther walked up to the girl with a smile, interrupted her contemplation, and handed over a full glass of red wine at the same time:

"I once asked a wizard who possessed some kind of short-term precognition if he had any chance of winning a head-on fight with Superman at full strength.

He told me that he knew what it would be like without knowing it:

——When Superman with all his strength appeared in his field of vision, it meant that he had failed.

That's when Superman was able to return his soul to the embrace of the gods before he and his witchcraft could do anything.

Therefore, the result of all predictions will only be his defeat in the next instant. "

"Superman is so powerful..."

The girl was dumbfounded by Luthor's explanation. She never thought that the Mr. Nice Mr. character in her impression could be so powerful.

"Then how did you fight him?"

"Is that your second question?"

"It wasn't originally, but I'm curious to know the answer to that question now."

"It's very simple. Superman set the rules of the game by suppressing his own abilities, and I am very happy to use the rules he set to let him taste the taste of failure-this is difficult, but not impossible."

Luther sat sideways on the conference table next to the girl, took a sip of the red wine in the glass before continuing:

"Of course, whenever he gets tired of playing, or even if he just shows that he is tired of playing, I will definitely raise my hands and surrender immediately, and then unconditionally meet any of his demands-he wants to be a dictator//I Immediately help him draw up a conquest plan. If he wants to become the president of the United States, I will immediately help him organize a campaign team to lobby various congressmen. If he wants to sleep with me, I will only ask him to give me some time to prepare some lubricants..."

"Survival is the first priority?"

"Miss Tang, the way you express your selfishness and fear of death is very innovative."

Luther slightly raised his glass to the girl, and felt that the word game played by the girl was a bit interesting:

"Okay, it's time for your third question."

"Mr. Luthor, my third question is - you do know who Batman really is, right?"