The Richest Man in the DC World

Metropolis, somewhere on the roof of a residential building.

Linda, who came here following the positioning signal, stood there blankly, her mouth trembling, not daring to take a step forward.

There was a man lying on the ground, about twenty years old, pale, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, lying motionless there like a corpse.

Clark, Martian Manhunter, Barry Allen, and Diana stopped, their eyes showing extremely complicated expressions.

Barry covered his head exaggeratedly.

"No way! Boss... how is it possible?"

Luke Xiao is the most powerful person he has ever seen. He is smart, confident, powerful, omniscient, and omnipotent. How could such a person die here?

The Martian hunter smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't feel any mental fluctuations. The man was indeed dead.

Clark walked up to Linda and patted her on the shoulder, who turned around coldly.

"roll!"

Clark smiled bitterly, but could only retreat.

Linda wiped away her tears, picked up Luke's corpse, rose up and disappeared into the sky.

Diana said silently.

"I can understand her pain."

"Let her be quiet, some things can only be smoothed out by time."

The Martian Hunter also sighed. He originally planned to ask Luke Xiao to help solve the Martian's weakness after the war ended, but he didn't expect it to end like this.

Barry still couldn't believe it,

"Really dead? It shouldn't be. If the boss is dead, where is the hacker? Why didn't he show up."

The strong people of the horror have a deep understanding. It stands to reason that after killing Luke, he will definitely come back to join the battlefield. Strangely, he has not been seen from the beginning to the end.

One sentence pointed out the key to the problem, and everyone pondered for a moment, and shook their heads.

The battle is fierce, and no one has the leisure to observe what is happening here. What is happening can only be determined through follow-up investigations.

After leaving contact information with each other, the heavy-hearted people dispersed.

...

The war is over, and the impact has just begun.

The metropolis is in a mess, black smoke is emitting in many places, and the city center is even more terrible. I don't know how many citizens are buried in the collapsed high-rise buildings.

The city government immediately launched a rescue operation, and the military and the White House also stepped up their deployment of manpower. It didn't take long for the "War of the Kryptonians" to become the headline of the official media of various countries, and the whole world was bombed.

After entering the 21st century, with the rise of the Internet, aliens are no longer legends. Many people know that there is a more powerful intelligent civilization outside the earth.

But this is the first time that an invasion war has been launched like this. Photos depicting the tragic situation of the city have been circulated wildly on the Internet. After seeing the blank area in the city center, high-level officials from various countries were silent, and then invariably called the White House.

A storm sweeping the world is about to begin.

In the air-raid shelter somewhere in the metropolis, the heavy door slowly opened, Bruce Wayne was the first to walk out, and Alfred was at the door.

"Are you OK!"

Bruce said nothing, as if still immersed in the previous encounter.

Alfred worried.

"Master Wayne, I suggest you have a check."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

After speaking, Bruce tightened his lips, and suddenly remembered the scene of the collapse of the Wayne Building and the high temperature rays sweeping left and right.

"Ramosi is dead."

Alfred smiled bitterly, "I have notified my family."

"What about the rest?"

Bruce stared at the butler, "How many employees are there in the Wayne Building?"

"Probably more than four hundred."

"How many people survived?"

Alfred sighed, "Master, you need to rest now. I'll talk about these things later."

At this moment, an exclamation came from my ear.

"Look, it's Superman!"

On the street not far away, a guy in a red cloak was clearing rocks for an ambulance, and three-meter-high building fragments were thrown to the side of the road like ping-pong **** in his hands.

Bruce watched quietly, eyes deep, curled his right hand into an iron fist.

Alfred noticed the strangeness of the young master, and whispered.

"It's time to go back, there will be meetings in the evening."

After speaking, he dragged Bruce back into the car, the car started, and drove towards the Bay Bridge.

...

Unconsciously, time came to the evening, in the Metropolitan City Hall meeting room.

In addition to the mayor and some local officials, the representative of the Department of Defense Sam Lane and all the White House representatives were present.

The atmosphere is very solemn, with staff coming in and out from time to time, bringing various negative news, the death toll has soared, and the number of damaged buildings is countless.

It is conservatively estimated that this war caused at least 500 billion U.S. dollars in losses.

Metropolitan Mayor Camer’s hair turned pale, and he kept communicating with his men and urging them to do a good job in rescue work. Sam Lane dispatched all the remaining mecha units to assist the police in clearing the streets.

The busy work continued until nine o'clock in the evening. The door of the house opened, and a soldier walked in. Without knowing what was said, Sam Lane got up and left the conference room and came to the study room on the third floor.

"If you have something to say, hurry up~www.NovelMTL.com~ I don't have time to waste on you."

Lex Luther spit out smoke rings.

"Just got the news that Luke Xiao is dead."

Sam Lane's pupils shrank,

"What are you talking about, how could he die?"

Luther spread his hands, "I don't understand that people like him would actually die in battle, but unfortunately, they did die and fell on the roof of a residential building."

Sam Lane took a deep breath, feeling a little confused in his mind. He didn't think Lex Luther would make jokes about this kind of thing, but he still couldn't believe it.

Luther pinched out the cigarette,

"The times have changed, and I have lost one opponent, but some troubles need to be dealt with after all."

"General Ryan, I want to ask what you think about this war most."

Sam Lane suppressed his chaotic mood and said coldly,

"If you have anything to say directly, there is no need to go around."

Luther curled up his mouth, smiling with a faint sarcasm.

"The initiators of this war are Kryptonians, but the Terminators are five superheroes. By the way, and Luke Shaw, I'm curious, what role does the army play in it, bystanders? Spectators? Or... …"

"Coward who doesn't do anything."

Sam Lane lowered his eyelids, "You have one minute left."

Luther said with a smile, "General, don't you think the strength of the Ministry of Defense is too weak. Facing aliens, there is no defense at all. If it weren't for the six of them to resist desperately, the Metropolis would be over."

"The purpose of creating an army is to protect the country. If even the most basic conditions cannot be met, is there still a need to survive?"

Sam Lane squinted his eyes. "Thirty seconds left."

Lex Luthor took out the plan he had prepared long ago and said very solemnly.

"I have a great plan for the future of mankind. I don't know if the general is interested."