In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

"If I still don't hear from Jonathan by tomorrow,"

Zod said.

"We will forcibly break through the space barrier and head directly to Earth orbit."

He looked through the porthole at the miniature blue planet in the distance.

"We've waited long enough."

At the same time, the metropolis on Earth was ablaze with lights. In the luxurious presidential suite, the rich aroma of red wine filled the air, and warm lights gently sprinkled on the red carpet.

Diana had a graceful figure, her fingertips gently caressed the crystal wine glass, and her red lips slightly opened:

"Do you think Clark kept his promise?"

Diana and Jonathan snuggled in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city that never sleeps.

"of course."

Jonathan smiled confidently.

"He will. Even though Clark grew up on Earth, his experiences since childhood were different... He will understand."

"That's good...By the way, Bruce recently came to me and asked me about Darkseid."

"Jonathan...did you find anything?"

"Darkseid has been fighting in various worlds and won't have a chance to come here in the short term. However, his men may come to Earth."

"What do you mean?"

"Diana, Bruce should have told you about the 'Mother Box', right?"

"In fact, the 'Mother Box' is an energy-based space matrix created by the Apocalypse people. As long as the Mother Box is activated, the Apocalypse people can sense the existence of the Mother Box."

"But the subordinate who came here is just a weakling. The casualties he can cause should not exceed one thousand..."

"What did you say?"

----split line----

In Gotham City, Bruce Wayne's mood was far from calm.

Inside the bat cave at Wayne Manor, the cold lights of dozens of display screens flickered in the dim light.

Bruce Wayne's figure looks particularly tired in the interweaving of light and shadow.

His eyes were slightly red and swollen from staring at the screen for a long time, but he was still concentrating on analyzing every piece of information that might be related to the Mother Box.

Alfred approached quietly, and the aroma of hot coffee spread in the humid air.

He looked at the young master whom he had taken care of since he was a child, and a wave of heartache welled up in his heart.

Bruce had been working for twelve hours straight and hadn't even had time for lunch.

"Master..."

Alfred said softly.

"You should at least take a break and have some lunch."

"I found something, Alfred."

Bruce did not respond to Alfred's words, but answered the question irrelevantly:

"

"The Lex Group discovered something unusual during an ore mining operation."

The screen displayed confidential documents of the Lex Group, which clearly recorded a research plan called "Project No. 2".

It was a square box made of an unknown metal.

Seeing this, Bruce's hands quickly tapped on the keyboard.

Soon, an encrypted research report unfolded on the main display screen.

Reports indicate that Lex Group discovered the mysterious device in a remote mining area in South America.

Initial scans revealed that the box emitted energy readings far exceeding any known substance, and its surface was covered in ancient, undecipherable symbols.

"look."

Bruce said, pointing to the waveform on the screen.

"The device releases a weak pulse of energy every 73 hours, and these pulses appear to form a certain pattern."

Alfred put down his coffee and looked closer at the data.

"Have the researchers at LexCorp discovered anything, Master?"

"Their preliminary research shows that the metal composition of the box contains several elements that do not exist on Earth."

“It’s not just this.”

Bruce pulled up another file.

“Around the discovery site, the archaeological team excavated some mural fragments.

The murals depict a scene where the sky is torn apart and countless demonic creatures emerge from it.”

"What do you think this means, Master Bruce?"

"I'm not sure, Alfred... I wonder if I can try to acquire this project directly."

"Do you need me to contact Miss Diana and Mr. Jonathan?"

"Being not."

Not long after, Bruce finally got through to the private terminal of Lex Luthor, the director of LexCorp, through various connections.

The moment the screen lit up, Bruce saw a sharp-edged face.

The man's completely bald head glowed dimly under the overhead light, his brown eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and his thin lips were raised in a meaningful smile.

This is Lex Luthor, the "Silicon Valley upstart" and "tech madman" as described by the media, a young entrepreneur who has recently turned the metropolitan business world upside down.

"Mr. Wayne..."

In the video, Luther bowed slightly.

"I've heard a lot about you. To be honest, I've been looking forward to meeting the Prince of Gotham, but I didn't expect it to be in this way."

"Mr. Luther."

Bruce's voice was low and steady.

"Let me get to the point."

He paused for a second, looking directly into the sharp eyes on the screen.

"I'd like to discuss a deal with you regarding that...special project you recently discovered in South America."

"Oh... Really? It seems that Wayne Enterprises' information network is more well-informed than I thought."

Luther said, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the table.

"It makes me wonder, how much do you know?"

"One billion US dollars, plus Wayne Technology's three core patents in the energy field."

Bruce didn't respond and said it directly.

Hearing this, Luther chuckled meaningfully.

"I say... Mr. Wayne, you offered such a generous condition when we first met. I can't help but be curious -

What do you know about that project? "

It seems that this young entrepreneur is not easy to fool...

Thinking of this, Bruce leaned forward, with a hint of disguised curiosity in his eyes:

"I heard that this project involved something beyond our current understanding, and as a businessman, I admit that I was attracted by its potential."

Hearing this, Luther gently shook the glass in his hand, and the amber liquid reflected a subtle luster under the light.

"Ah, Mr. Wayne,"

"You know what? Ever since I was a kid, I've been fascinated by all the unsolved mysteries in this world."

He stood up and walked to the bookshelf on one side of the office, his fingers gently running over a row of ancient books.

"The disappearance of Mayan civilization, the mystery of the construction of the pyramids, the sinking of Atlantis..."

He turned around, his eyes gleaming wildly.

"And now, fate has brought a real puzzle to me."

Luther's tone suddenly became euphemistic, but it contained an unquestionable rejection:

"So, I'm sorry I can't give up."

"The value of some things cannot be measured by money, and the process of pursuing the truth is often more fascinating than the result... What do you think, Mr. Wayne?"

"Two billion."

Bruce added.

"Plus five years of research and development by Wayne's aerospace division."

“What a generous offer!”

Luther smiled playfully.

"But I still say that money can't buy the advancement of knowledge, Mr. Wayne... Maybe the next time we meet, I will have solved the mysteries of this universe."

Just want to kick people out?

No - since the other party mentioned Atlantis, there might be news about another Mother Box.