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 in a daze, the corners of 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 on the corners of his mouth, lying motionless like a corpse.

Clark, Martian Manhunter, Barry Allen, and Diana who followed stopped one after another, with extremely complicated expressions in their eyes.

Barry covered his head exaggeratedly,

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

Luke Xiao is the most powerful person he has ever seen, smart, confident, powerful, omniscient, omnipotent, how can such a person die here?

The Martian Manhunter shook his head with a wry smile, 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 coldly,

"roll!"

Clark smiled wryly and could only retreat.

Linda wiped away her tears, picked up Luke's body, jumped 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 with time."

The Martian Manhunter also sighed. He originally planned to ask Luke Xiao to help solve the weaknesses of the Martians after the war ended, but he did not expect this to end.

Barry still couldn't believe it.

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

Hale's powerful people have a deep understanding of it. It stands to reason that after killing Luke, he will definitely come back to join the battlefield. The strange thing is that he was never seen from the beginning to the end.

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

The battle was fierce, and no one had the leisure to observe the movements here. What happened can only be determined through follow-up investigations.

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

...

The war is over, and the effects are just beginning.

The metropolis was a mess, with black smoke emitting from many places, and the city center was even more appalling. I don’t know how many citizens were 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 “Battle of the Kryptonians” to make headlines in the official media of various countries, and the whole world blew up.

After entering the 21st century, with the rise of the Internet, aliens are no longer a legend, and many people know that there are more powerful intelligent civilizations outside the earth.

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

A global storm is about to begin.

In a bomb shelter somewhere in the metropolis, the heavy door slowly opened, Bruce Wayne came out first, and Alfred was at the door.

"Are you OK!"

Bruce didn't say a word, seemingly still immersed in the previous encounter.

Alfred worried,

"Master Wayne, I suggest you do a check up."

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

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

"Ramosy is dead."

Alfred smiled bitterly, "I have informed the family."

"What about the rest?"

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

"About four hundred."

"How many people survived?"

Alfred sighed, "Master, you need to rest now, and these things will be discussed later."

At this time, there was an exclamation in the ear.

"Look, it's Superman!"

On the street not far away, a guy in a red cloak was clearing stones for the ambulance, and the construction debris more than three meters high was thrown to the side of the road like a ping pong ball in his hand.

Bruce watched quietly, his eyes deep,

The right hand is clenched into an iron fist.

Alfred noticed the strangeness of the young master and whispered,

"It's time to go back, there will be a meeting tonight."

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

...

Before I knew it, the time came to evening, in the meeting room of the Metropolitan Municipal Government.

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

The atmosphere is very solemn, with staff coming and going from time to time, bringing all kinds of negative news, the death toll has skyrocketed, and the number of damaged houses and buildings is numerous.

Conservative estimates put the war at least $500 billion in damage.

Metropolis Mayor Camere's hair turned white, and he kept communicating with his subordinates, urging them to do rescue work. Sam Lane dispatched all the remaining mech troops 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. I don't know what to say. Sam Lane got up and left the meeting room and came to the study on the third floor.

"If you have something to say, I don't have time to waste on you."

Lex Luthor exhaled a smoke ring,

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

Sam Lane's pupils shrank,

"What did you say, how could he die?"

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

Sam Lane took a deep breath and felt a little confused in his head. He didn't think Lex Luthor would joke about such a thing, but he still couldn't believe it.

Luther snuffed out the cigarette,

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

"General Ryan, I want to ask your opinion on this war."

Sam Lane suppressed his confusion and said coldly,

"If you have something to say directly, you don't have to go around the corner."

Luther raised the corners of his mouth, with a hint of mockery in his smile,

"This war started by the Kryptonians, and the terminators were five superheroes, yes, and Luke Shaw, I'm curious, what role did the military play in it, bystanders? Spectators? Or... …”

"Inactive coward."

Sam Lane rolled his eyelids. "You have a minute."

Luther smiled and said, "General, don't you think that the Ministry of Defense's strength is too weak. In the face of aliens, there is no means of defense at all. If the six of them resisted 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 it still necessary to exist?"

Sam Lane squinted, "Thirty seconds left."

Lex Luthor took out the plan he had prepared for a long time, and said very seriously,

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