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Was the Pharaoh a spy? !

The anti-supervision king was shocked for a moment, and then he wondered whether Harley's mind was broken.

But then he noticed another person-Dr. Manhattan, a spy arranged by Dr. Manhattan!

If it were Dr. Manhattan

The anti-monitoring king's expression became solemn.

——Let me check this memory of yours.

Harley did not struggle and directly opened her memory to Shadow Demon: On the day Black Manhattan died, she relied on the power of God to be immune to Manhattan's existence field attack, and finally captured all the power of Black Manhattan, 99% of which was secretly handed over to God. , leaving only 0.1% for her own use.

At this point, everyone knew that she had stolen Manhattan's power, but no one had any doubts about God.

The anti-supervision king exclaimed in his heart: God the Dog has such a cruel heart and such dark hands!

But this is only reasonable.

Even he was afraid of Manhattan's existence field attack. If he wasn't afraid, why would he go to the Pharaoh?

Moreover, he also covets the power of Manhattan.

There is no one in the entire multiverse who is not greedy, and God should be no exception.

"Oh, let the dog god get the upper hand." He cursed in his mind again before continuing to look down.

Harley received 0.1% of Manhattan's power, but took 100% of the responsibility. Doctor Manhattan came to kill her that day and wanted to destroy her.

There was Pharaoh in this memory, so the anti-supervisor king also compared the memory of Pharaoh.

That's right, the two memories are exactly the same: Manhattan didn't even show up, and ravaged the Witch Harley miserably.

In Pharaoh's memory, Witch Harley only said that Dr. Manhattan was her friend.

But in Witch Harley's memory, Dr. Manhattan entrusted her with something:

He saw vague blanks on the timeline, which foreshadowed that Earth 0 would encounter a crisis soon, and the Pharaoh was the key.

Everyone knows that the Pharaoh once defeated him with his wisdom, and some supreme beings even know that the Pharaoh is the second outsider to enter this multiverse on his own.

Earth 0 incorporates the power of Manhattan. To destroy Earth 0, we must first find a way to restrain the power of Manhattan. Therefore, the black hand behind the crisis will definitely go to the Pharaoh.

"Hiss~ Dr. Manhattan guessed that I would find the Pharaoh. His idea was very logical and reasonable." The anti-monitoring king was shocked, and the expression on his face became more serious.

——Since Dr. Manhattan can guess that he will go to find the Pharaoh, it is not natural to let the Pharaoh become a spy.

Sure enough, the anti-surveillance king then found the answer in Harley's memory through the Shadow Demon - Dr. Manhattan said to the witch Harley: "Look for an opportunity to have a conflict with the Pharaoh, and then kill him. I will keep his soul." If you do it later, one day, he will send you a message through a method you can't think of."

"The Flash?!" The Anti-Monitor King was shocked again. The Flash reversed time and space and told Zheng Lian and Witch Harley two pieces of news: One of them was that the expeditionary force thought they had won, but in fact the Anti-Monitor was not dead and the situation was more dangerous. Because he is hiding in the antimatter universe and researching killer weapons.

Because of this prophecy, Witch Harley insisted on forming a second expeditionary force immediately.

Everything is right!

The second item is related to the "Anti-Manhattan Cannon" built for him by Pharaoh. The Flash has informed Witch Harley a long time ago that the B307 document contains the secret to restraining the cannon!

"What's in the B307 documentation?"

The anti-supervision king eagerly searched Harley's memory, but found nothing.

Because she didn't understand science, she left the matter to the Kryptonian scientists.

She only knows that if there is an "anti-Manhattan cannon" fired at Earth 0 now, they will definitely be able to block it.

"Damn it, the weapon that the Pharaoh spent two years researching is useless. No, he was originally a spy." The anti-monitoring king was extremely frustrated and angry.

However, he didn't completely believe the 'witch's memory' he saw.

Because he was also reading Pharaoh's memory at this time, there seemed to be no traces of betrayal, and there was no information from the B307 file in his memory.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" The Pharaoh noticed something strange about him, and looked at himself strangely several times, feeling a little scared in his heart.

"Pharaoh, I found a strange piece of information in Witch Harley's memory." The Anti-Monitor looked at him and said slowly: "She found a way to restrain the 'Anti-Manhattan Cannon' in your Arctic base."

"Impossible!" The Pharaoh immediately denied quickly and firmly: "My cannon has never been used, how could she know?"

"Actually, you used it once." The anti-monitor reminded: "The last time I entered Earth 0, you used a cannon to smash the wall of the universe and buy me the time and space for a strategic retreat.

The effect of that bombardment was very good, better than the effect of me condensing anti-matter energy to launch a law attack. "

"But they don't know." Pharaoh frowned.

"They know it and have found a solution in your past laboratory. That technology is in the B307 document. Do you know the B307 document?"

The anti-supervision king's expression was very calm, but his mind was firmly locked on his every thought.

"Document B307?" Pharaoh thought hard. "I have invented too many high-tech technologies in the past. If you ask me what a specific technology is, I can answer it immediately, but I have forgotten the number of the technology."

The anti-supervisor king was moved in his heart, looked at Harley, and asked: "Is there any way you can help the Pharaoh remember the past?"

Harley said coldly: "First torture him until he is exhausted, and then let me use my mental power to read his memory. People can lie, but memory remembers everything."

"I didn't lie." Pharaoh's expression changed, "Your Majesty, I swear -"

"I believe you are not lying," the anti-surveillance king waved his hand and sighed: "CPU manufacturers of your earth civilization can analyze some information of users' computers through the data sent back by the CPU.

Pharaoh, your body was built by me myself. Am I still unable to read your memory at all times?

I checked and there is indeed no information about B307 in your memory. "

"What?" Pharaoh was horrified, "You can read my mind at any time without my knowledge? Then -"

Didn't he know all the countless rebellious thoughts in the past two years?

The anti-monitor knows that, but still treats him as a confidant. No, he just watches him as a monkey show for fun.

Son of a bitch, how can I, Adrian Veidt, be a monkey? Me - you iron-clad bastard, are you still spying on my thoughts? !

The Pharaoh's expression gradually became distorted and ferocious, and his red eyes stared at the anti-supervisor king.

The anti-supervision king smiled sarcastically, "You guessed it, I am my slave and work hard for me every day.

You are like an ant in front of me, but your wisdom is far more useful than my other slaves.

You are also my jester, who often fantasizes about weird things to make me happy when I am bored. "

"I'll kill you -" The Pharaoh ran the "Buddha Mother's Purpose Sutra" with all his strength, his body's muscles and bones screamed, and he put on the posture of a white crane with wings spread, and was about to jump in front of the rebel king, but he shouted, and his body But couldn't move.

The man stood there motionless, drops of sweat crawling on his forehead, his expression became more and more distorted, his eyes were vicious, almost wanting to choose someone to devour.

"I built your body with my energy. Do you think you can fight against me with this body?" The Anti-Monitoring King sneered, "Not to mention your body, even your mind is under my control. Kneel down and crawl to Come to me."

The expressions of anger, shame, and hatred on the Pharaoh's face were instantly cleared away, replaced by a look of confusion. He knelt on the ground and crawled in front of the Anti-Prison King.

"Forget everything before and continue to be a fierce dog with ulterior motives." The anti-surveillance king said calmly.

The Pharaoh stood up and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I really can't remember what file B307 is.

However, I am sure that with the amount of knowledge I once had, it would be impossible to develop the technology to counter the anti-Manhattan cannon.

Because I studied hard in your library for 200 years before building the current cannon. "

His life was cut short for a while.

"Yellow light up!" Sinestro, who had been huddled in the corner and tried his best to pretend to be transparent, was so horrified that he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The corners of Pharaoh's eyes twitched a few more times, and he frowned: "Sinestro, why are you looking at me like this?"

"I -" Sinestro's throat was dry. He glanced at Harley. She was a wooden puppet with no expression. Then he looked at the anti-surveillance king. His expression was indifferent and he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"Can I leave?" He asked dryly, tense all over.

If the Anti-Monitor King wants to use Shadow Demon to control him, or use antimatter energy to transform him, he will definitely rise up and resist.

He would rather die than become the second Pharaoh or the second Witch Harley.

"What's the rush? I still have a task to give you." The Anti-Supervision King said.

"Please give me your Majesty's orders." Sinestro lowered his head and prepared to go.

"Uh" Pharaoh's face turned pale, he covered his head and groaned, his body swaying a little, "What's wrong with me? My head suddenly hurts."

Not only did it hurt, but it was also heating up, and the temperature was almost over fifty degrees.

The anti-surveillance king stared at him for a while before he figured out the reason: there had been a serious 'system failure' in the brain before - emotional erasure, memory deletion, and thinking reshaping, resulting in slight damage to the 'hardware'.

"Go back and rest for a few hours and get some sleep," he said.

"Sleep?" Pharaoh was a little confused. He never slept.

But before the doubts in his heart could turn into questions, he suddenly lost his doubts and turned around and walked out the door.

It seems that my head hurts even more.

"Sinestro, Harley, let's discuss the ambush ring." The anti-surveillance king continued the small meeting.

When the Pharaoh was young, he was a very handsome boy with blue eyes and fair skin, so his master monk really loved him.

The monk's lineage came from Nanda Peak, a holy place where even Nabu strongly recommended Yebi to "seek the wisdom of practice."

Nanda Peak’s status in the DC spiritual world is higher than Kama Taj’s status in Marvel.

Because there are really people in Nanda Peak who have become gods by practicing Buddhist spiritual methods.

Not one or two, but a group of people.

The "Buddha's Mother's Purpose Sutra", which the Pharaoh practiced for more than half a century, came from Nanda Peak.

Bateman and Ms. Siwa are known as the strongest martial artists in DC, but can they catch a bullet within seven steps?

Pharaoh can.

Speed ​​and reaction are just by-products of practicing the "Primary Vow Sutra". It is actually a spiritual training method.

Harley's penance stick can temporarily subdue the Joker, but it cannot distort the consciousness of the Pharaoh.

The more his will is twisted, the faster the Wish Sutra will run.

At this moment, the Pharaoh left the control room and walked alone in the castle. His head was getting hotter and hotter, the corners of his eyes were beating more and more frequently, and his mind began to wander.

"No, there is something wrong with my memory. When did my thinking start? Document B307. Document B307. The anti-monitors said that document contains the secret to restraining the anti-Manhattan cannon——"

The Pharaoh was slapping his head and talking to himself, when suddenly there was an excited shout from the side.

"Flash, say something to me, damn, I can't control my emotions right now, woohoo."

The Pharaoh endured the pain in his head and looked up. On the steps a few steps away, golden energy formed a sticky wall. The Flash drooped his head, like a prey captured by a spider, firmly stuck to the wall.