My days as an armor warrior in DC Comics

"Well, this reaction makes it hard not to doubt that he has nothing to do with Metal Man's assassination?"

Qi Ping picked up the beer and took a sip. It still didn't taste as good as carbonated drinks.

Clark also had a frown on his face. Although he had been targeted by Luthor as Superman in the past few years, he had not done anything excessive to others, so Clark, who was kind in his heart, did not want to part ways with his former friend.

But what happened today made him feel uneasy.

After all, no one is a child and would not be so stupid as to think that a rich man like Luther does not do any dirty work!

"No, I'll go find him and ask him clearly!"

Clark stood up and tried to bang his head on the table.

"Don't, never! If you go find someone now, he won't tell you anything. On the contrary, it will further worsen the relationship between you!"

"Of course I won't go to him like this, but use my identity as Superman!"

Qi Ping wanted to vomit blood. These superheroes had extremely high IQs, yet they acted so recklessly.

But since he still couldn't defeat this Kryptonian, Qi Ping still said patiently: "We just talked to him, and Superman turned around and found him. Even a fool can guess that Clark and Superman are related, let alone Talk about a smart guy like Luther!”

"Calm down, if it doesn't work, I can go into the prison and find the metal man and talk to him!"

"What if Metal Man has been transferred?" Clark is not stupid either!

Qi Ping immediately replied: "Then please follow Luther. If Metal Man is really transferred, he will not remain indifferent!"

"This?" Clark hesitated.

Qi Ping said thoughtfully: "Then let's switch. I'll follow Luther, and you go to the prison to find someone."

"Forget it, I'll just follow Lex! I really can't do such a thing as sneaking into jail!"

Clark is a good citizen.

Of course Qi Ping didn't care, but he stared at Clark again and again, and asked suspiciously: "You fly straight up and down in the sky all day long, do you really know how to hide yourself without being discovered?"

"Don't worry, I'll stay away from them and fly in the sky. They won't find me!"

Clark smacked his chest in assurance, and then ran out of the barbecue restaurant without waiting for Qi Ping's reply, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Qi Ping sighed, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he and Superman were just friends who had just met, and it was impossible to command him.

Now I can only pray that Clark, the big man, will not be discovered by Luther!

Qi Ping also left. He asked people in the refugee area about the location of the prison, and then rode his newly purchased motorcycle to the neighborhood.

Perhaps because the superhero profession has not yet emerged, Metropolis also treats villains like Metal Man as ordinary prisoners.

The security of the prison is just like that. As a model city of Milician, most of the public facilities in the metropolis are contracted to private companies to operate, and the prison is one of them.

Since it is a company, the security personnel inside just clock in and clock in. It is difficult to say that they are extremely dedicated. They rely more on ubiquitous cameras to ensure that prisoners will not escape.

And these are of course useless to Qi Ping.

He walked around the prison, found a place where no cameras were paying attention, and drew magic runes on the high wall covered with barbed wire.

The thick cement walls instantly turned into soft water, and Qi Ping walked directly in, easily entering the interior of the prison.

He had chosen a corner so that not many people would notice that there was an uninvited guest in the prison.

It's break time in the prison, and most of the prison guards' energy is focused on the prisoners.

Qi Ping carefully walked up behind a prison guard who was hiding in the corner, covered his mouth, pinched his neck and asked: "Let me ask you, where is the metal man being held?"

The prison guard did not resist and told me the location of the metal prison very cooperatively.

How much is his monthly salary? What kind of fate is he playing?

After Qi Ping asked, he knocked him out, put on the prison guard's clothes, took his ID card, and walked into the cell smoothly.

Not that any prison guard found Qi Ping strange, but ignored him.

They are all part-time workers. As long as nothing happens, they can fish if they can. If they get into trouble, it won't be worth it if they involve themselves!

In this way, Qi Ping walked all the way into Metal Man's cell without encountering anyone's obstruction!

But when he entered the cell, he didn't see the metal man.

Was this guy really transferred away?

Qi Ping rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then went straight to the warden's office, pressed his head on the table, and had a friendly exchange with him.

"Brother, good man, spare your life! I will give you whatever you want, as long as you can spare my life!"

"I just want to know where Metal Man is being held?"

"That guy has been transferred and is no longer in our prison!"

The warden poured out beans from a bamboo tube, telling everything, blah blah blah.

"Okay, I don't want to hear this!" Qi Ping interrupted this guy's rambling nonsense: "Who took away the metal man?"

"They claimed to be from the Luther Group, gave me [-] US dollars, and then took them away!"

The warden was afraid that Qi Ping wouldn't believe it, so he quickly opened the table and revealed two piles of green coins!

Qi Ping picked up a wad of dollars and slapped it on the warden's face: "Are you so fucking greedy? You want [-] for a prisoner!"

"Hey, you have wronged me. The prices for prisoners on bail in our prison are clearly marked. But they are willing to pay extra, so you can't blame me?" the warden replied aggrievedly.

"So, you have a good conscience?" Qi Ping looked at this guy with a sneer.

"That is, if you go out and inquire about it, the prison in the metropolis will be my family's conscience!"

Seeing the warden's proud look, Qi Ping should really laugh or be angry.

"Get up!" Qi Ping let go of the warden and asked him to open his eyes and look at him.

"No, please don't. If you have anything to do, just give me orders. Once we leave this door, we won't know anyone else!"

The warden closed his eyes and refused to open them!

"What's the warden's name?"

Qi Ping slapped him on the shoulder with such force that the warden had to open his eyes.

"What are you doing? Do you have to kill them all?"

"Misunderstood!" Qi Ping smiled and waved: "Honest people like you are rare nowadays. I want to cooperate with you!"

"sure, no problem!"

The warden suddenly burst into laughter. Although he didn't know Qi Ping, the person who could sneak in silently must not be an ordinary person. If he could have such an ally, he would be even more powerful.

"If we want to cooperate, we have to tell the truth!"

Qi Ping took a business card from his desk: "I will call you when I get back! But before that, I don't want any rumors about me in the metropolis. The warden is a sensible person, so I shouldn't need to say more. What!"

"Of course, walk slowly, walk slowly!" The beaten warden smiled and sent Qi Ping away.

When Qi Ping walked to the door, he suddenly turned around, pointed at the warden who was about to make a call, and said with a smile: "Dishonest!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

The warden smiled awkwardly and put down the phone. He instantly performed a neon traditional performance and raised his waist to 90 degrees.

When the sound of closing the door sounded, he slumped down in his chair, sweating all over.

"It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck. I will never touch super villains again!"