I want to have a date with Superman

A day before Tesla withdrew from the election.

The blue sky is like a mosquito net covering a continuous stretch of white clouds as wide as a pasture.

A Gulfstream G200 with a green "L" letter on the surface is like a small flower standing still on thousands of miles of grass.

This is a private jet from Los Angeles to Metropolis, belonging to the Luther Group.

Luther sat across from the famous comedian and emerging presidential candidate, enjoying lunch and red wine prepared by a famous French chef while being served by the waiter.

"Tesla, do you know why I invited you here?"

After three drinks and five dishes, Luther gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and the blood-red red wine rippled back and forth in the glass.

"Luthor, thank you for your hospitality. French foie gras is to my taste."

Tesla wiped his mouth with a napkin, raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the bald man opposite, “But I won’t talk to you about anything related to the election.

Unless you plan to abandon the intra-party campaign and support me instead.

I am willing to welcome you with the greatest enthusiasm and give you the rewards you deserve after success.

Regardless of important positions in various departments or preferential policies for the Luther Group, it is OK. "

"Hehehehe." Luther laughed weirdly for a while, pointing to the window beside the dining table, "I invite you here because the environment here can help you broaden your horizons."

Tesla frowned and thought for a while, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Are you threatening me, or are you trying to prove to me that your plans for building a country are far greater than mine?"

Luther pointed towards the wine glass and leaned forward. His big bald head put inexplicable pressure on Abao opposite him.

"Give up the intra-party campaign and support me instead. I just want to be president, ideas and so on. Your 'Make America Safe Again' is very good. I can use it. Anyway, it is just to fool the voters."

"Are you really threatening me?" Abao was stunned, and then said excitedly: "If I don't agree, will you throw me off the plane?

You are so bold, bringing your super criminal style into the political arena. Aren’t you afraid of the Justice League and the Galaxy Admiral?

And no matter whether you are a Republican or a Democrat, no one can tolerate your behavior. You are ostracizing yourself from American politics! "

Luther calmly took out his phone and checked the time, frowning slightly.

Two and a half hours have been wasted on this comedian, which is enough for him to optimize the weapon operating system of the "Luthor Mecha" again.

"Yes, I am a super criminal, and I plan to use super criminal methods to deal with you. If you agree, you will be my vice president. If you object, you will not be thrown off the plane, but I will throw your daughter off. .”

"Don't scream!" He raised his hand to stop Abao who was about to yell, "I haven't taken action against your daughter now, and I won't do it myself in the future.

But trust me, it's too easy for a supervillain to kidnap an ordinary woman. "

"I want to tell Tearman, I want the Justice League to know your evil thoughts." Abao shouted with a trembling face.

Luther smiled contemptuously, "What evidence do you have? So what if you know that I have evil thoughts? Do you think the Justice League thinks I am upright and trustworthy?"

Don't be naive, I already registered with them.

Kidnapping your daughter might even just give them a sigh of relief - luckily, Luther didn't want to destroy the world this time. "

Abao's face turned pale with anger, and his body kept shaking because he was so angry.

"There are such evil people in the world. I can't let you get what you want. The United States cannot fall into the hands of people like you. You will destroy us all."

"You don't care about your daughter?" Luther frowned slightly, feeling increasingly impatient.

"Okay, I'll use my trump card." He sighed, with a natural expression and a calm tone: "If you insist on disagreeing, I will leave now, but you will still stay on the plane.

Then when passing through Utah, Bain, by the way, do you know Bain?

The big guy with a green can on his back and a body as strong as a bear is well-known in the circle of super criminals and famous in Gotham.

He's going to hijack the plane.

It's not that I conspired with him, I just quietly released the news that this plane transported a batch of 'superhuman genetic medicine', which can gain superhuman strength after being inhaled into the body.

Hehe, it's much better than his broken jar.

He was moved and took action. "

Luther pointed out the window, "We're almost in Utah, you only have ten minutes left to hesitate."

"I'm not afraid of death." Abao's voice was trembling.

Luther nodded, "After you die, I will arrange for a young talent to attend your funeral, comfort the crying Miss Tesla at the funeral, and he will date her.

Then he played with her as her boyfriend and persuaded her to get high to relieve the pain of losing her father.

You know, flying high is just the beginning, and all kinds of depravity will follow.

I will also buy your property and leave her bankrupt and penniless.

In the end, she, who you have high hopes for and who has a bright future, will live her life as the worst thing in the street garbage.

However, you probably think it doesn't matter, after all, your love for power far exceeds hers. "

"No, madman, pervert, you can't do that."

Po broke down, cried bitterly, beat the table hard, and screamed at Luther.

"Of course I can. This result is a disaster for you. But for me, it is a casual move after dinner. The time and energy wasted is not even enough for me to tear Man apart."

Luther stood up and asked the bodyguard to put on his parachute, "I'm leaving first, you cry slowly."

"No, I surrender, you win." Abao stood up like an electric shock, hugged Luther, and begged: "I quit, I will mobilize my connections and call on voters to support you."

"You won't regret it?" Luther still looked calm.

"I swear to the God of War in heaven!" Abao raised his right hand, looked at him and said seriously: "Being the vice president is better than being targeted by you.

Luther, you don’t have to trust me, but please believe in your own viciousness. Your viciousness is enough to help Littlefinger quit his desire for power. "

"Who is Littlefinger?" Luther frowned.

"Characters in American TV series. You don't even know "Game of Thrones"?"

"Which of your eyes thinks that I will waste my life on such boring things?" Luther said lightly.

Abao was completely convinced.

This guy is not a normal person at all.

"Stop talking now and turn the plane around quickly. We have entered Utah." Abao advised.

Luther waved off the bodyguards and took off his parachute bag, "I'll stay on the plane too, you don't have to worry."

With that said, he went to the private studio next door, leaving Abao standing there alone.

"Is he bluffing me? There is no Bane or hijacking at all?"

"Boom!" The fierce explosion sound had been weakened by 99% when it passed through the window, but the sudden sound still caught Abao's attention immediately.

He quickly approached the window and looked outside.

With just one glance, he was stunned and felt chills all over.

Slanting below the window, about two hundred meters away, there is a Gulfstream G200 of the same type. At this time, it has been broken into two parts, like a cigar, being lifted below by the larger A180. There are also armed personnel entering the aircraft. In and out.

"Luthor, Bane is here, Luther~~"

He crawled and rushed to the office, but was stopped by the bodyguard at the door. He could only struggle and shouted anxiously inside: "Luthor, Bane is really here, hurry up, hurry up -"

What to do quickly?

He was at a loss.

"Click~~" The door opened, and a beautiful female secretary with short hair came out, waved off the bodyguard, and let A Bao enter the room.

There was actually a small laboratory inside, and Luther was working in a white coat.

Fiddle with a weird helmet with lots of wires attached to it on a lab bench.

"Bain is here." Seeing that Luther remained motionless and unflustered, he unconsciously relaxed.

Luther said casually: "If you refuse, I will jump into that plane and make this ship a target for Bane.

Bain only knew the aircraft model and route used to transport the 'Superman Gas', and he also arranged for someone to place a tracker in the aircraft warehouse.

But I am the director. Whatever I want him to do, I will design the corresponding plot. "

Abao said blankly: "Is there really a 'Superman Gene Potion' in that plane?"

"The failed products I made in the early years are of no use against Tearman. Beating Batman is enough."

Abao was silent for a long time. If he rejected him, he would really die. His daughter, a top student in an Ivy League school, might really turn into a piece of rotten flesh. Luther is a devil!

The night Abao announced his withdrawal from the election.

"Whether I run for office or not has nothing to do with you, right? This is my home. Even if you are a superhero, you have no right to break in unless there is a fire in my home that is difficult to put out."

Seeing Batman breaking into the bedroom, Po was surprised and very angry at the same time.

"Your current situation is not much different from encountering a fire."

Bateman stood in the shadows, unable to see his whereabouts clearly, and even his voice was somewhat erratic.

"You go, it's a done deal." Abao sighed.

"Did Luther threaten you?" Bateman asked.

"What do you think?"

"He's crossed a line," Bateman mused.

"Don't worry about it. It's no use even if Man comes to break up this matter. You have never been able to solve the super criminals at the root. Today you help me, and tomorrow you help my whole family collect the bodies. Luther will not even go to jail." Abao shouted with resentment.

Bateman didn't say anything, and when Abao didn't notice, he disappeared quietly, just like when he came.

The next morning, Po put on his suit and prepared to wear a ruby ​​​​pin with his tie as usual. However, when he opened the box, he found that the pin inside was still there, but the gemstone on it was missing.

Not only was the ruby ​​his favorite and most commonly worn, almost half of the gem brooches in the box had lost gems.

"Shit, my house was robbed?" Po was shocked and angry, but he didn't suspect that Batman had stolen it last night.

The batarangs Bateman throws out every day are worth thousands of dollars. A batfighter is worth more than his entire net worth. No matter how wealthy he is, there is no way he would be interested in his few gems.

Abao immediately called the security guards and conducted a large-scale inspection of his home.

It’s not just the tie pin gem that’s missing.

Several brooches also lost diamonds or precious stones, and opal buttons from handmade suits were also missing.

"It's weird." He couldn't figure it out, so he could only strengthen security and continue to go out to canvass votes for Luther.

Luther succeeded, he could at least be a vice president.

One month later, on November 10, 2016, the election results came out. Luther defeated Sirah by a narrow margin and became the next President of the United States.

"I am very happy that the American people have made the most correct choice; I am very happy that in the next four years I can be a public servant of the people of the country; I am very happy that the United States will become safer and better in my own hands."

Luther stood on the podium, his black suit covered with confetti.

Facing the reporters and government officials below, he was glowing, high-spirited, and talking eloquently.

"Mr. Luther, what specifically do you plan to do to make the United States safer?" A discordant voice interrupted his affectionate speech.

Luther squinted and looked down the stage. It was Louise with long wavy hair and a sky blue suit.

He chuckled, raised three fingers, and said meaningfully: "First of all, I want to do three things. First, thoroughly investigate the financial expenditures of the Justice League in recent years, and review all the technological equipment owned by the Justice League, including but not limited to Watchtower and accompanying spaceship.

Secondly, I hope to sit down with Ripman, have a dinner, and discuss strengthening cooperation between the government and the Justice League.

Third, I want to build an earth defense system that is independent of the watchtower. "