In the early morning, drizzle fell from the sky, covering the sky above the city of Gotham with a layer of white smoke.
The damp and cold feeling was enough to wake up any homeless person or drunkard lying on the roadside, and they would rush to find a place to shelter from the rain.
A group of homeless children and teenagers were gathered in the corridor of the alley, surrounding an iron barrel found from somewhere and burning wood for warmth. On top was a black iron pot, in which was cooked expired food picked up from the restaurant's trash can.
Although the living environment was extremely harsh, their faces were very calm and they were even in the mood to joke with each other.
On the other side of the alley, under the street lights close to the avenue, you can also see a large number of scantily clad women posing.
If someone is interested in it, they will stop to ask the price, and then find a small hotel or simply take care of their physical needs in the car.
A large number of bars, hotels, restaurants, nightclubs and mobile food trucks that are open at night are scattered on both sides of the street, providing various services to the wealthy people who come here to have fun.
The thriving scene and the relaxed expressions on people's faces seemed out of place in the traditional Gotham City.
Because everyone who lives in this city knows that Gotham is never safe at night.
Sometimes, even walking through a dark street may result in being robbed more than three times. Beautiful women with less luck may be raped or even trafficked. If you are even more unlucky and encounter organ traffickers, it is likely that even survival is a luxury.
After all, when it comes to black and gray industries, if Gotham dares to claim to be second, there is no other city in the world that dares to claim to be first.
And this is just a "normal" crime aimed at making money and venting desires.
If you encounter those "abnormal" lunatics, perverts and psychopaths, then congratulations, you will then experience the special programs that can only be experienced in Gotham City.
But now, there is no criminal activity at all in this area that was once controlled by gangs.
Even pickpocketing, theft, and smuggling, which are not even considered crimes in Gotham, have completely disappeared.
The reason for this incredible situation is very simple: it is a new order established by powerful force and naked and undisguised threat of death.
Although the gang leaders here once wanted to join hands with government departments to implement embargoes, quarantines and other measures to teach this ignorant outsider a lesson.
But before they could put it into practice, the person who proposed the idea and several of the most proactive people were hung on their doorsteps the next day.
After the deaths of seven gang leaders, two mayors, more than thirty government officials and hundreds of police officers, all parties acquiesced to the existence of Sun Knight Davidian and his rule over the area.
Gotham is a really magical place.
If other cities had done the same thing, they would have already attracted intervention from powerful government departments.
But the residents here have long been accustomed to it.
It’s just the death of a mayor, some high-ranking officials, police officers and gang leaders. It’s not a big deal.
If dozens or hundreds of people don’t die one day, can Gotham still be called Gotham?
So killing and death are never a problem here.
The real problem is uncontrollability.
No one knows who Davian is, or what he wants to do.
That nearly invincible and terrifying power is not even inferior to that of Superman in Metropolis.
The most terrifying thing is that he does not have superhuman weaknesses and self-restraint. When faced with provocations, his reactions are even more brutal and ruthless than those of gangsters. It is like a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head, and no one knows when it will suddenly fall.
Since getting rid of it is no longer feasible, we naturally have to find a way to pull it into the existing system, turning it from an "unreasonable and dangerous enemy" into "one of our own with common interests."
In order to achieve this goal, the ruling families in the underworld, including Falcone, Maroni, and Cobert, all began to reach out to the area controlled by Davian, changing their previous style of doing both black and white business and starting to do legal business honestly.
However, they did this not to make money, but to find out Davian's weaknesses, preferences, and personality, and then find ways to turn him into someone like themselves.
Right now, for example, a bar owner is trying to stuff a wad of bills into Davian's hands.
Because it is the tradition and rule of Gotham City to hand over a portion of the profits to the gang boss who rules the neighborhood.
In return, the gangsters would step in to solve any trouble the bar encountered.
It doesn't matter whether the trouble comes from drunk guests, other gangsters or the police.
Many times, there is no need to even urge them, the operators will take the initiative to come to your door to collect the payment.
Otherwise, once people find out that their store is not protected by gangs, all kinds of robberies and thefts will immediately follow, and they may even lose their lives.
Obviously, the gangs in Gotham City hope to corrupt Davian little by little in this way, so that he can taste the power and money and eventually degenerate into one of "their own people".
But unfortunately, they obviously miscalculated this time.
Because power and wealth are things that hold great temptation for mortals, the Sun Knight had already tasted them.
After all, he was Zuo Si's longest-serving and most trusted follower, no doubt about it.
When he was in the West Coast Empire of the continent of Faerun, he could even directly exercise the emperor's supreme power that was above all laws.
In comparison, in Davian's eyes, there is no essential difference between the gangs and the Thieves Guild. No matter how elegantly they disguise themselves and how much they resemble the upper class, they are still not presentable.
So he did not hesitate to reject those who were lining up to pay protection fees or to please him, and walked slowly towards an old house that served as a temporary residence.
Sudden!
A young woman in a dark purple dress and black stockings walked out of the darkness with a shy smile on her face. She was holding a thermos box in her hand and said in a rather nervous tone, "Sir, you must be hungry at this late hour, right? I just happened to have a pot of beef soup. If you don't mind, you can have some."
It has to be said that when a beautiful woman like this, who has both a beautiful face and a sexy body, takes the initiative to deliver food to your door and clearly expresses her admiration, it would probably be difficult for most men with normal sexual orientation to refuse.
Because it is determined at the genetic level.
Even a strong-willed person would politely decline the offer out of consideration for his wife and family who would not be able to resist the temptation.
But Davian just glanced at the other person, and then put on a cold look and refused: "Sorry, since I have been poisoned several times before, I will no longer eat food sent by strangers. Also, don't hang around in front of my house in the future."
"You doubt me?"
The woman covered her mouth with a look of shock and grievance, and her eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist. Her weak and pitiful appearance made people want to hold her in their arms and take good care of her.
"Go away! Don't make me waste any more breath."
Davian's pupils began to emit a dazzling golden light like the sun. The terrifying aura frightened the woman so much that she couldn't help but shiver and hurriedly ran into the depths of the dark alley in her high heels.
After running about two or three hundred meters, she tore off her disguise, threw the thermos box of beef soup into the trash can, and then took out her phone and dialed a number, cursing in a low voice with gritted teeth: "Damn it! That bastard is simply not a man! I have already hinted so clearly, but not only did he not react at all, he also wanted to kill me. Maybe he has already known my true identity."
“Calm down!
If Davian was so easy to handle, your boss wouldn't spend a lot of money to hire a professional like you.
Besides, the fact that he didn't kill you directly shows that he is still unclear about the relationship between us.
Otherwise you would be a corpse by now."
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Fuck! What should I do now? According to what he said, if I get any closer I might get killed."
The woman had lost all of her previous elegance, shyness, and timidity, and instead looked more like an angry shrew.
Of course, this is her truest side.
What she did just now was just a disguise in order to win the trust and favor of her target. In essence, it was no different from a prostitute pretending to be satisfied in order to please her clients. It was all for the money.
"Wait a moment, I'll go ask the boss."
As he spoke, light footsteps were heard from the other end of the line.
The woman stood there and let out a long breath, forcing herself to recover from her anxiety.
Just as she was about to take out a cigarette and light it, she suddenly felt a cold hand pressing on her slender neck, and at the same time a creepy voice came to her ears.
"Smoking is not a good habit. Do you know that people who smoke for a long time will have a disgusting smell in their blood? It would be a pity if the blood of a beautiful person like you was polluted."
Before he finished speaking!
The woman felt a wet tongue passing through the carotid artery in her neck, and finally gently biting the sensitive left earlobe.
In a flash!
An intense stimulation that could not be described in words rushed directly into her brain, making her experience unprecedented pleasure. Her eyes gradually became blurred, and she subconsciously opened her mouth slightly and let out rapid gasps.
But just one second later, a pale face suddenly emerged from the darkness. It opened its mouth and pierced the carotid artery in the neck with its sharp canine teeth. Then it greedily sucked the blood gushing out of the blood vessel, without even a drop falling on its shoulders or clothes.
Gradually...
The woman's skin became paler and paler, her body temperature became lower and lower, and finally her heart stopped beating. She stared blankly ahead with her two big eyes, and completely turned into a corpse.
At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from the phone that fell to the ground.
"Hey! Irene, are you there?"
"I'm sorry, but your little beauty can't talk now."
The vampire queen Badi picked up the phone on the ground and responded with lingering emotion, then threw the pale corpse to the side of the road.
"What? Who are you? How dare you kill my people!" the man asked angrily.
Unfortunately, Badi didn't want to respond. He just crushed the phone and threw it into the trash can. He turned around and looked at the figure who appeared at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile: "When did you arrive?"
"Since you started sucking that woman's blood. Why did you come to Gotham? If I remember correctly, your activities should be in Metropolis."
The black shadow walked two steps forward on the puddles on the ground, slowly revealing Davian's tall and strong figure.
Apparently, in this world the diary arranged for the two of them to be partners.
"Because I have already got what the master wants."
As she spoke, the Vampire Queen pulled out two magically preserved test tubes from her pocket, one of which contained a white translucent viscous liquid, while the other contained dark red blood.
Davian was immediately surprised when he saw this scene: "You got Superman's genetic material and blood so quickly?"
Badi nodded proudly: “That’s right.
This task was actually much easier than I thought.
Although that god on earth possessed nearly invincible power, his resistance to magic was very poor.
Not even as good as ordinary people with strong will.
I only used simple charm and illusion to make him fall deeply into the erotic dream and unable to extricate himself.
Finally, add a little bit of green kryptonite spray, and you can easily get what countless people want.
Not only that!
Superman's blood also allowed me to complete a transformation in my life level.
From now on, the sun is no longer a threat to me, but a source of great strength."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Badi's feet left the ground and floated in the air. His two deep and dark eyes suddenly shot out black light, directly burning a big hole in the ground.
"You gained Superman's powers by drinking his blood? And you didn't get burned to ashes?"
Davian was stunned on the spot.
Because as the Sun Knight, he knew very well that Superman's body was like a huge stellar battery, and his blood, like his own, was filled with amazing energy.
This thing is definitely the most deadly poison in the world for vampires.
Even a vampire queen like Badi would explode on the spot if she dared to take a sip. There was absolutely no room for negotiation.
This should be true not only for vampires, but also for all undead creatures that are powered by negative energy and death energy.
"Because I have this..."
Badi slowly pulled out an amber pendant from under his tights.
Although the pendant had been burned black by some unknown force, Davian, with his superhuman vision and perception, could still see a creature inside that looked like a twisted, swollen baby.
The evil god - Atropal!
He recognized this horrible undead creature that was sealed by Zuo Si almost at a glance, and also recalled that Atropal was bred by the ancient sun god of the continent of Faerun - Saint Amaunator.
This means that the evil god should have inherited some power related to the sun priesthood to some extent, and should be able to withstand and even dissolve the huge stellar energy contained in Superman's blood.
Thinking of this, Davian showed a thoughtful expression: "I see. The master and his identity had already anticipated all this, so he handed the evil spirit to you in advance."
"That's right! Atropal was originally my child.
It was only natural to let him reunite with his mother.
Now, I am a quasi-godlike being with the power of the sun, just like you.
It's just that you represent the positive side of light and hope, while I represent the completely different negative side.
Perhaps this is exactly what the master wants to see.”
As she spoke these words, a look of deep awe and worship emerged on the beautiful yet pale face of the Vampire Queen Badi.
She had never thought that one day she would be able to use the evil spirit she had given birth to to become a powerful quasi-god, and even catch up with Davian, a Sun Knight who could compete with real gods.
Most importantly, Superman, who is regarded as the most powerful creature on earth in this universe, has now completely become a plaything in her hands.
What matters is that she is willing to control this powerful Son of Krypton at any time and take a completely opposite path.
"So... your mission is complete?"
There was a hint of envy in Davian's tone.
Compared to wandering around without a clear goal at all, he obviously prefers to carry out simple and clear missions like the Vampire Queen.
Even if I have to fight the Superman named Clark Kent, it doesn't matter.
Badi smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have completed my task.
Before receiving other instructions, I can do whatever I want in this world, as long as it does not violate the basic principles set by the master.
I have actually converted some rich and powerful guys in the Mets.
When those old men learned that they could not only restore their youthful bodies but also achieve immortality, they all wanted to kneel down and lick my boots, begging me to transform them into my descendants.
I am here today to give you these two things.
If there is nothing else, I will go back first.
If you need help, remember to use magic to communicate, and never use electronic devices such as mobile phones and telephones that can be easily monitored.
According to well-informed sources, you are now being paid special attention by a special department of the US government."
After saying that, the Vampire Queen threw the test tube containing genetic material and blood to Davian, and quickly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.
As a high elf wizard like Erinikas, her magical ability is actually not much worse than the former.
However, due to the influence of the vampire's endless desire for blood, he gradually lost the most important rationality and calmness as a wizard, and preferred close combat in order to control the target and suck the opponent's blood.
Now that he had become a quasi-divine power, the negative influence of bloodthirstiness had completely disappeared, and he naturally regained his magical abilities.
Especially against Superman, magic is really useful.
"Using the blood of gods, vampires, and supermen to create a black sun? Master will still make full use of the resources at hand as before."
Davian muttered something to himself, then released a scorching flame to burn the female corpse on the ground to ashes. He then summoned the planeswalker who was completely transformed by the oil to send the two things away, and returned to his residence alone, lying on the bed with his eyes closed to rest.
Although he no longer needs sleep to restore his strength and energy, in order to play the role of a "normal person", he still tries to lie down for six to eight hours a day.
Time flies and the night passes quickly.
The reason why it was tense and exciting was that it was only nine o'clock in the morning and the news broadcast reported a bank robbery in progress and a fire in two warehouses in the port terminal area.
The former is a traditional repertoire of Gotham City.
Almost every few days, some "hero" who wants to get rich overnight would appear from nowhere and plan to rob a bank.
So everyone has become accustomed to it.
Looking at the footage shot live on TV, you can see that both the bank clerks who were robbed and the customers who were accidentally dragged into the robbery were unusually calm.
One of the older guys even reminded the robbers to pay attention to the time.
According to the experience summed up by Ram, the great sage and master of the bank robbery industry, the most important thing in this business is to never be greedy. No matter how much you rob, you must leave before the police car arrives.
Of course, what’s more important is that the old man doesn’t want the robbers to be blocked by the police and unable to escape.
Once the two sides come to a standoff, all the people in the bank will inevitably be taken hostage.
At that time, it will not only be the banks and insurance companies that need to bear the risks, but also your own life.
The masked robbers were quite particular and before leaving they secretly stuffed a stack of cash into the old man's handbag as a token of their gratitude.
如此和谐的一幕估计也只能在哥谭这种充满魔幻色彩的地方才能上演。
整个抢劫过程行云流水、赏心悦目，就连开车逃跑的路线都是提前规划好的，完美避开了每一条街道上巡逻警车的路线，明显是提前踩过点、经过周密观察和计算，突出一个拉姆式的严谨。
如果没有蝙蝠侠干涉的话，这起银行抢劫案八成是要不了了之。
就凭哥谭市警察局的腐败程度和办案效率，绝对没有任何侦破的可能性。
相比之下，码头仓库的起火就要无聊许多，八成跟黑帮之间的斗争脱不了关系。
“这烂到根上的破地方彻底没救了。”
戴维安盯着电视上的新闻播报忍不住吐槽道。
尽管已经来到哥谭有几个月时间了，可他还是无法完全适应这种混乱的状况。
正当他穿好衣服起身准备出去买点早餐的时候，外面突然传来一阵敲门上。
紧跟着一个略显稚嫩的声音透过门缝传了进来。
“阁下，您醒了吗？”
戴维安下意识走到门口打开了压根没有锁的大门，结果看到了一个穿着破破烂烂衣服的男孩。
他依稀记得，这是半个月前自己在路过一条小巷的时候，随手救下了差点遭到恋童癖侵犯的孩子。
后来这个无家可归的孩子就一直在附近的街道上靠给人擦鞋、送报纸和牛奶赚钱为生。
虽然听起来有点可怜也很辛苦，但好歹填饱肚子是没问题的，安全也有了一定的保障。
就在戴维安十分疑惑男孩为什么突然上门找自己，结果突然看到了停在不远处的一辆银色定制版超跑，以及坐在车上正冲自己招手的布鲁斯·韦恩。
与晚上带着面具喜欢玩深沉不同，白天摘下面具的他不仅西装革履阳光开朗，而且还相当的英俊且招女人喜欢。
看看街头巷尾那些面犯桃花、春心荡漾的女人就知道，这位哥谭市首富兼著名花花公子有多么的受欢迎。
估计有不少都做着能够傍上富豪实现阶级跨越的美梦。
就算再不济也可以玩个一夜情，顺便获得一张价值不菲的支票。
至于那辆价值上百万美元的拉风超跑，可能对于别人来说有些过于高调了。
但对布鲁斯·韦恩来说却刚刚好，甚至是有些低调。
起码跟他那辆蝙蝠战车比起来还差得远呢。
眼见正主已经出现，老爷立刻从车上跳了下来，随手塞给带路的男孩整整十张百元大钞，然后笑着伸出了右手：“早上好，戴维安先生。我是布鲁斯·韦恩，相信你应该听说过这个名字。”
“我当然听说过。
毕竟在哥谭市，想要不知道韦恩家族的唯一继承人可不是件容易得事情。
不过我不明白的是，你为什么要来找我？ 我可不记得跟你或者韦恩集团有什么交集。”
戴维安显然早就知道眼前这个家伙就是蝙蝠侠，所以直接无视了对方那只伸出来表示友好的右手。
布鲁斯·韦恩见状也只能把手收回来，故作不在意的回应道：“当然是为了投资和生意。
过去没有交集不意味着以后也没有交集。
要知道您现在所统治的街区已经成了哥谭市经济增长最快的热点。
我希望代表韦恩集团在这里购置一些土地，把那些老旧房屋全部拆掉重新建造更高层的公寓、购物中心和商业步行街。
如果一切顺利的话，还会在这里设置一些高附加值的产业与工厂。
总之，我希望能够与你合作把周围建设成为整个哥谭最富庶、最繁华的街区，让它成为一个标杆。”
“这跟我有什么关系？我既不是土地的所有者，也不是什么政府官员。”戴维安嗤笑着反问。
“可你是附近街区公认的统治者。
只有得到你的承诺我才敢大肆的进行投资。
否则安全问题根本得不到保障。
作为回报，我可以单独成立一家公司，并且给您百分之二十的股份。
除此之外你还将获得韦恩家族的友谊。”
布鲁斯直截了当说出了自己想了一晚上的借口。
不用问也知道，他又打算“凭亿近人”直接用大把的钱砸晕对方，然后想办法套出一些有用的信息和情报。
但是很遗憾，老爷这一次找错了对象。
戴维安非但没有像他预想中一样高兴的接受，反倒露出了不屑的神情：“你搞错了三件事。
第一，我不是这片地区的统治者，更没兴趣像那些垃圾黑帮一样收保护费。
第二，你的投资和友谊在我眼中一文不值。
最后也是最重要的，不要以为你摘下了面具我就不认识你了。
还是那句话，你有病，而且病得不轻。”
瞬间！
布鲁斯·韦恩的脸色勃然大变。
或许别人听不出“摘下面具”的意思，可他怎么可能会不知道这指的就是自己另外一个身份“蝙蝠侠”。
不过好在长期以来锻炼出来的强大心里素质并未让老爷失态，反倒是抬起头问道：“你是怎么认出我的？”
“很简单，灵魂。也许你可以通过一些手段改变自己的声音、体味、相貌、习惯和行为模式，但灵魂是永远也无法改变的。所以这种无聊的小把戏还是省省吧。”
戴维安留下一个好自为之的眼神便转身返回屋内。
在他看来拆穿身份已经足够让对方知难而退了。
可布鲁斯·韦恩却十分厚脸皮的用手挡住门跟着进入屋内，一边打量着周围的陈列，一边饶有兴致的继续追问：“你说自己不是这片地区的统治者，那为什么还要通过杀人来打击犯罪呢？难道你不是为了让这里变得更好吗？”
“不，我只是不希望有太多的狗屎堆在自己家门口看着恶心，所以就动手稍微清理一下。”
戴维安做了个十分贴切的比喻，同时拿起杯子倒了杯清水摆放在桌子上。
虽然他相当不喜欢老爷这个人，甚至觉得对方有病，但还是保持了最基本的礼仪。
“狗屎？ 这还真是个非常棒的比喻。
可你为什么拒绝我的投资呢？
既然把这里视作家门口，那应该希望它变得更加繁荣才对。
更何况你还能从中获得一大笔钱，甚至成功跻身于上流社会。
难道你对金钱、名望、豪车、游艇、私人飞机、美女就一点也不渴望？”
布鲁斯·韦恩一屁股做到沙发上十分好奇的试探道。
因为太阳骑士对他而言实在是太过于神秘了，不仅身份和背景资料完全为零，就连日常生活中的喜好和欲望也没有展现出来多少。
这令十分依赖情报做出针对性布置的老爷感到十分难受，甚至是无从下手。
戴维安漫不经心的回答：“我并没有拒绝你的投资，只是单纯不想掺和进去而已。
至于金钱，我从那些黑帮手里抢来的现金足够花上一段时间了。
而你提到的上流社会、名望、奢侈品我都没什么兴趣。
美女只要我想随时都能找得到。
我的要求其实很简单，就是安安静静的维持现在这种平静的生活。”
“好吧，我想我明白了。
你之所以拒绝是觉得我是个麻烦兼神经病。
而你想要的是平静和不被打扰。
如果不介意的话能告诉我你究竟是谁吗？ 要知道我在网络上查遍了所有的资料库，但是却连一份你出生证明都找不到。
正常情况下，像你这样拥有强大力量的人不应该寂寂无名才对。
除非你是个天外来客，又或者从某个不为人知的秘密实验室里逃出来的试验体。”
布鲁斯·韦恩注视着太阳骑士的眼睛提出了自己最关心的问题。
“你难道不知道随便打探别人的过去和隐私相当讨厌吗？更何况我可没有告诉你这些的义务。”
戴维安毫不客气的怼了回去。
他才不会傻到向眼前这个老阴比泄露任何关于自己的情报。
毕竟蝙蝠侠可是极少数能让左思感到些许忌惮的人物。
“唉——真可惜，我还以为我们能成为朋友呢。”
眼见得不到什么有用的信息，布鲁斯·韦恩故作遗憾的叹了口气从沙发上站了起来。
戴维安听到这句话立刻忍不住笑了，而且一边笑还一边讽刺道：“对不起，我可不想成为你这种神经病的朋友。因为成为你的敌人最多被打一顿关起来，但要是成为你的朋友那后果可要严重得多。”
成为蝙蝠侠的朋友有多惨？ 看看历代罗宾的结局就知道了。
而且还要忍受他在背后搜集各种信息和情报，像对待敌人一样制定一系列的反XX计划。
If these plans were stolen, his so-called "friends" would face a huge risk of defeat or even death.
The most important thing is that this guy is a mentally ill person who adheres to the principle of not killing.
This also means that the dangerous enemies he captures will always have the possibility of making a comeback.
The most typical examples are the "high-end talents" in "Arkham Vocational and Technical College", one or two of which emerge every once in a while.
The ones who will be unlucky then will be either innocent people or those friends who have a close relationship with Batman.
Therefore, the first rule to avoid trouble and live well in Gotham City is to stay away from Batman, never have any contact with him, and never develop any feelings of respect or admiration for him.
Otherwise, you never know when you return home one day and find a lunatic with a clown face intending to use your life as a bet to play a game with his ex-lover.
There is no doubt that Davian's words were like a sharp knife stabbing into the master's already broken heart.
From the moment he put on the bat mask, he had lost too much because of his adherence to the principle of not killing, and pain that could not be described in words instantly surged into his heart.
Am I really wrong?
Bruce Wayne asked himself a soul-searching question in his heart.
After a moment's silence, he turned around and walked out as if nothing had happened. A few minutes later, he started his sports car and disappeared at the end of the street.
Standing at the window sill and watching the silver sports car leave, Davian couldn't help but chuckle and sighed, "What a poor fellow who has been brainwashed by values.
I have clearly demonstrated this with practical actions, but he is still struggling with the law and morality.
They simply don't understand that law, morality, and justice are just abstract concepts defined by humans.
They are neither absolute nor sacred, and are always changing with the changes in social environment and people's concepts.
Most importantly, a society that is corrupt from the root cannot be restored to normal through self-correction and cleansing. History has proven this countless times.
Especially the law, which often does not represent justice but instead becomes a protective umbrella for crime.
In other words, redefine the illegal behavior to be legal.
If you want to change, you can either start a bottom-up uprising to completely overthrow the existing system, kill all the vested interests, and build a new order by redistributing wealth;
Either use powerful external forces to destroy the source of corruption with thunder and lightning, and then correct it bit by bit through deterrence and sand mixing.
Whatever, let this guy do whatever he wants, I have nothing to do with what this city becomes anyway."
…
At the same time, far away in the laboratory of Mutahar's floating city.
Diary handed the superhuman genes and blood he had just obtained to Zuo Si's first researcher, the Blue Magic Judge of New Phyrexia, Jinjitasha, and said with a very serious expression on his face: "I think you should know what this means, right?"
"Of course! I will first use artificial insemination technology to cultivate a few experimental individuals, and then combine the original gene samples, magic cloning technology, gene adjustment and transformation fusion technology, and finally add the perfection of the sparkling oil to create the strongest legion."
Jinji Tasha took the two test tubes with unparalleled excitement and excitement in her tone.
Ever since he learned of Superman's great potential, he has been looking forward to conducting corresponding experiments.
Now that I have finally got what I have dreamed of, I will naturally start implementing the plan without further ado.
"Be careful! I don't want to see the experimental subjects you cultivated rebel and mess up this place."
The diary gave a serious reminder.
He was now really a little afraid that a group of Kryptonians who were extremely powerful, invulnerable to swords and guns, whose eyes could shoot out heat vision that could melt steel and whose mouths could emit ultra-low temperatures would suddenly rush out of the laboratory and start killing people.
"Don't worry, we have learned that this race's biggest weakness is its lack of magic resistance.
When the time comes, we can just control it with the charm spell.
What's more, the great father of New Phyrexia has granted me the right to use the new model of spark oil.
Once their souls are perfected, they will become the most loyal servants of their masters and will never have even the slightest consciousness of resistance. "
After saying that, Jinjitasha grinned and let out a creepy laugh, then handed the test tube containing genetic material to his assistant.
After receiving it, the latter immediately took out a little and put it into the petri dish, and the rest was directly sent into the safe specially used to store the most precious experimental materials and locked up.
In less than half an hour, dozens of fertilized eggs appeared in the artificial womb.
Superman probably never dreamed that he would have dozens of offspring without realizing it...