I want to have a date with Superman

Seeing Luthor being silenced, Harley was moved in her heart and asked, "Luthor, are you unable to clone the real Superman?"

Luther frowned and remained silent.

General Lane asked hurriedly: "Is there a big technical difference between this kind of fake cloning and real cloning?"

Harley nodded and said: "If it were other life forms, such as humans and mammals on Earth, Luther's 'boys' would be much more difficult than real cloning.

But Kryptonians are different from earth creatures. Just look at Superman's body of steel and the "Code of Life" to understand. Their genetic technology has reached the pinnacle of the universe.

To be honest, most of the gods, demons and angels are not as strong as the Kryptonian warriors.

With such advanced genetic technology, the DNA of Kryptonians must have countless code locks.

True cloning requires cracking the password lock.

The difficulty of Luthor's fake cloning is only how to make a boy and a boy have children, which is theoretically similar to Superman and an Earth woman having children, without completely cracking the code lock. It goes without saying how difficult it is. "

General Lane knows very well that Superman can have children with women. It can indeed be done without any reproductive isolation. His little grandson is the proof!

According to their daughter Louise, the young couple plans to have a second child in a few years when their jobs become more stable.

"Luthor, tell the truth, are you like what Harley said, that you are not capable enough and can only make this kind of fake clone?" General Lane looked at Luther and said sternly.

The military not only participated in this project and invested massive amounts of money, but also had high hopes and prepared a bill for it early.

Why are he and Harley here today?

Not just to accept the product, but also to give the Justice League a vaccination through Harley to test their reaction to the Superman clone.

But he got such a result, he couldn't bear it, and neither could the Pentagon.

This clone is a failure. Even if it is powerful and useful, it cannot be used at all.

Luther's expression changed several times. He originally didn't intend to reveal his true trump card, but the comment of 'inadequate ability' hurt him deeply.

He could endure General Lane punching him in the face a few times, but he would never accept the title of "incompetent" being stuck on his head in Harley's presence.

"What Harley said is right, Kryptonians have locks added to their genetic information. There are as many locks as there are gene segments in a DNA chain.

To truly clone a Kryptonian, bioengineering technology would have to be at least on par with the Kryptonian civilization.

But it’s not like I can’t do it.”

Luther's chest puffed up, his chin lifted up, and he said proudly: "No one can clone Superman except me. The full name of Test Subject No. 208 should be Test Subject No. A-208."

"So, you still have Series B?" Harley asked.

Luther nodded, and first turned off the activation program of Experiment 208, letting the child close his eyes and fall back into sleep.

Then, he brought the two of them to the experimental table and pressed a few times on the operation screen.

"Buzzing buzzing" At the end of the warehouse, a portal slowly opened in the metal wall, the lights came on, and a more sophisticated laboratory appeared in front of you.

After entering the small laboratory, Luther opened the control panel again, and the metal wall opened a door again.

However, this time, the door behind the door is not a suite, but a thick cylindrical glass tank.

There is a label on the glass tank: B-0.

A tall figure stood in the gray-green nutrient solution.

"Is this monster Superman?" General Lane frowned.

It does look like a monster.

The previous test subject A-208 was a child that was no different from a human being. His skin, hair, and facial features were all normal, but this B-0 looked like a zombie that had been soaked in formalin for fifty years.

The pale skin has wrinkles that look like rot, and the facial features seem to have melted into culture fluid, making it ugly and terrifying.

"General, who do you think is in front or behind, A or B?" Luther asked.

"What do you want to say?"

Luther said: "The appearance of 'Bizzaro' (the English pronunciation of B-0) is indeed worse than the previous test subjects.

But you have to understand that it only appeared after the success of the A series. In addition to being more advanced and mature in technology, it also appeared later.

To put it simply, A-208 is a finished product. Bizarro was born less than half a year ago and is still being processed.

The processed burgers are brightly colored and will make you mouth-watering just by looking at them.

But the unprocessed raw meat filling looks like a piece of shit. Let alone eating it, it makes me feel uncomfortable thinking about eating it. "

Harley looked at the dense wires and tubes on Bizarro's body and wondered: "Didn't the clone develop from a fertilized egg into an embryo, and then slowly grow up from the baby?

Is your bizzaro born a big guy and then slowly fills in with muscles, bones and nerves? "

Luther smiled proudly and said: "Our technology is obviously not as good as Krypton's peak period, so we are almost unable to crack the Kryptonian genetic code.

If you can't pick the lock, you give up the front door, climb through the window, and climb over the wall. My Bizzaro is a masterpiece that takes the unconventional route. "

Harley shook her head and said, "I'm afraid your Bizarro will eventually become a polyp with strength but no brains."

"Polyps?" General Lane was confused.

"Have you heard about the 'artificial meat' that has become popular in recent years? This Zabiro is very similar to the 'Superman artificial meat'."

General Lane felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a pound of 'Superman Brand Artificial Meat'.

Luther looked at Harley angrily, "Who said it has no wisdom? Just wait, and when it matures, I will invite you to visit like I did today, and you will definitely take back what you said today."

"When will it mature?" Harley asked.

"About 10 years from now."

"Ten years." General Lane was about to say that ten years was too long, but recalling his "Star Wars experience", it seemed that the clones had been cultivated for more than ten years.

"Even if it lasts ten years, can we guarantee that it will be obedient?" he asked.

"certainly."

"If you are obedient, it seems better to grow into a 'polyp' and let us soldiers be its brain." General Lane thought.

"No, I will train him to be a perfect Superman beyond the current Superman." Luthor said firmly.

Harley remembered her purpose and asked: "Besides you, Tearman's children, and this Bizarro, are there any other forbidden experiments?"

General Lane comes to check on Superman's clone, but she hopes to nip Doomsday in the bud.

Harley still remembered that in the movie of the previous life, Luthor created Doomsday.

If he took it out now, she would find a way to destroy it.

"No more." Luther's eyes flashed and he affirmed in a tone of voice.

"Tell the truth, let's—"

"Ding——" The elevator door at the entrance suddenly opened, and Luther's secretary walked out quickly.

Although her high heels made anxious clicking sounds on the floor, Macy's tone and expression were as calm and indifferent as ever, "Boss, there was a big accident on the Holy Sword.

A meteorite suddenly flew from space and hit the spacecraft, smashing it to pieces from beginning to end. "

"Meteorite?"

Luther showed a very ridiculous expression, glanced at Harley and General Lane, took a few steps back, and closed Bizarro's test tank.

"How big is the meteorite? Is the host of the Limbo signal transmitting station still there?" General Lane asked nervously.

In order to resist the erosion of the shadow realm, many of the materials used to build the console were purchased from magicians, and the Pentagon subsidized it with billions of dollars.

"The diameter of the meteorite is more than three meters, leaving nothing behind." Messi said.

Luther quickly walked to the experimental platform, picked up the tablet, and first tried to connect the monitor and communicator on the Holy Sword, but there was no signal.

"BOSS, our No. 3 satellite is near the accident site, and you can see some blurry images." Maisie reminded.

"How are the astronauts doing now? Are there any superheroes coming to the rescue?" Harley asked.

"At first I was still able to contact Dr. Hank Shaw, and I even called the underground laboratory." Macy glanced at the phone, "It's a hundred meters underground, so you can't make calls to your cell phone."

Harley took out her cell phone, and where the cell phone signal was displayed, squatted a black bully dog ​​with its tongue hanging out - a guardian dog in the image of Duo Duo.

For users who purchase the Watchdog system, once the mobile phone signal disappears or is interfered with, the Watchdog system will automatically activate to ensure smooth communication.

Obviously, Luther gave up the Paradise Mountain mobile phone at this time and used his own LEXnote.

"Hank Shaw was calling Superman, but Superman didn't show up, and the other heroes didn't respond," Maisie said quickly.

Harry frowned and said, "In other words, it's been so long and the rescue team hasn't arrived at the scene yet?"

"That's why I'm here in a hurry." Mercy looked at Luther, "Call a hero, or use your space mecha."

Just as Luther was about to speak, a circle of golden light suddenly exploded on Harley's body.

She used the power of the yellow light to open the portal and jumped out of the laboratory.

First come outside the building, aim in the direction, and start teleporting again.

In less than two seconds, Harley, wearing a plaid cotton skirt, appeared in outer orbit of the earth.

Looking at the sun, the white light was dazzling. She squinted and glanced around, and could see many aircraft fragments.

Nearly six minutes have passed since the last big explosion of the spacecraft, and the debris has scattered a bit.

Harley thought for a moment and shouted "Yeb".

"Buzz!" A summoning circle with a diameter of two meters and flashing golden magic runes came from scratch and took shape in the blink of an eye.

Yebi's figure also gradually became real from nothingness.

"Master Harley, are you—hey, this is outer space, over there."

As soon as Yebi asked, he noticed the wreckage of the spacecraft next to him.

"Find people, living and dead," Harley jumped on its back and ordered.

If you switch to Green Lantern, who also uses emotional spectrum energy, you don't have to be so troublesome. The Green Lantern Ring is a mastermind with complex structure and multiple functions, which can search for life forms within a certain range.

However, Yebi's search capabilities are equally powerful.

It's a dog!

If he can’t track, is he still a dog?

In the end, Yebi not only found the living and the dead, but even chased them to the shadow world and captured the souls of the dead.

"——" Just as he was about to go back, Superman in a red cloak flew over silently.

Unable to speak in the space environment, he made several gestures and asked Harley if all the bodies had been found.

Harley nodded, patted the dog's head again, and asked it to get out the 'Lucky Cloud Buff', and then landed in the Metropolitan Hospital in a hurry.

We haven't returned to the Luther Building. It's important to save people.

When Harley and Superman walked out of the hospital gate, a group of reporters were already waiting outside.

"Fortunately, Dr. Hank Shaw is rescuing the patient in the operating room at this time, so there should be no major problems. Unfortunately, his wife Terry and four other dedicated engineers had lost their vital signs when I arrived."

Harley said something, took a few steps back, and pushed Superman in front of the microphone that was stretched out like a spear.

Louise's eyes flashed, she pointed the microphone of Paradise Mountain's mobile phone at her husband, and asked with sharp words: "Superman, I am Lois Lane from the Daily Planet. When the Holy Sword encountered an accident, I was Luther Building participates in the lighting ceremony.

The scenes inside the Holy Sword were transmitted via satellite to the giant projection screen at the scene, so I knew what was happening on the spacecraft at that time.

Dr. Hank Shaw called your name loudly, why didn’t you respond immediately?

Even five minutes after the spacecraft crashed and the signal was interrupted, neither you nor your teammates showed up at the rescue scene.

Is this considered a dereliction of duty by the Justice League? "