A retired magician raises a bucket daily

The blizzard arrived as expected, covering the sky and covering the sky, the black clouds pressed down, the city seemed to be frozen, there was no pedestrian on the street, and the windows of all the buildings were closed tightly, except for the occasional sound of whistling wind and snow There was also the sound of some metal breaking.

Jason is sitting on the 34th floor of the hotel. This hotel is considered to be the tallest building in the metropolis. It can barely overlook the city of the metropolis from a height, but the wind and snow are sweeping past, as if it has been covered with a layer. The thin white gauze makes it difficult to see clearly.

The handsome man with green eyes stared at the computer screen silently. The signal was not very good, and everything on the screen was flickering intermittently. He tapped the keyboard irritably, and then told himself not to be impatient.

He hacked into the surveillance of the shopping mall where Reid was last, but the surveillance video stopped at about the same time, as if he was telling him in a grand manner: the next thing is beyond the scope of your knowledge.

But it’s still a little rewarding. Jason noticed that the boss behind the mall happened to be Lex Luthor, and the loopholes he hacked into the other company’s security system last time hadn’t been discovered yet. Jason turned to Reed disappeared for about an hour to Lex Corp's outside surveillance.

The luckiest thing about this kind of weather is that there are not many vehicles. At this time, everyone has already gone home to avoid the blizzard, so that when the black car that was covered tightly drove into the Lex Group from the back door Very conspicuous.

But he can't get hold of the group's internal monitoring for the time being, which requires high authority. Jason estimated that if he starts to invade, it will take three to four hours at the fastest. After all, there are too few things that can be used at hand.It took him more than two hours to drive from Gotham to Metropolis, and he carried a mini computer with him besides his weapon.

Jason rubbed his hair, raised the phone to check the signal in the corner, and then broadcast the call.

The other end picked it up quickly, and Jason was not surprised that the other party was still awake at this hour.

"Xiaohong, help me." He said.

"You're in Metropolis now?" Tim asked. "Is he missing?"

"you know?"

"Evil...Dami said it when he came home," Tim sighed. He originally planned to stay in the Titan Tower until the storm passed. , Connor has been very clinging to him during this time, to the point where he can't leave him at all. If it wasn't for Alfred's request, he might really be unable to leave. "If you need help, just tell me."

When Tim said this, he glanced at Bruce Wayne who was sitting across from him. Batman doesn't need to go out to patrol today, and there are no criminals on the street. Seeking to make money for myself—at least the criminals in Gotham don't.So the rich guy in Gotham is in a good mood today, enjoying a dessert snack at midnight without worrying about the old butler's urging.

"B will help too." Tim then looked at Damian who was sitting on the other side. The cat, the black cat Alfred, was spinning around under the sofa, as if feeling that his position was about to be contested, he pulled the sofa a few times, and the little white cat poked its head down from Damian's knee, looking curiously at his The same kind, took a step back in fright at the other party's threatening meow.Tim felt that the manor was more like a zoo, and he said with difficulty, "And Damian."

Oh shit.The emotional family doesn't need to sleep at night.

Jason cursed silently, but after thinking about it, he felt that it would be safer if there were more people, so he swallowed the swear words back and began to explain the current situation to them.

"I've found Lex Luthor's group now," Jason said, "Actually, it's not just today. I investigated the surveillance in the recent period. The same black vehicle has entered many times, and there are many time points in it." It can be compared with the intermittent surveillance video left in the shopping mall where Reed disappeared, and I suspect that there should be many such disappearance cases.”

"You mean, Luthor might be doing something like human trafficking?"

"More than that," Jason said in a deep voice, "I went into the basement of the Lex Group before, and what he built under there can be compared to Superman's Fortress of Solitude... Ha, genetic research, he didn't always It’s very aimed at Superman, do you always want to come up with some new species that can defeat Superman?”

"He may have discovered that Reed is a magician." Tim has already invaded the interior of the Lex Group. Although his fighting skills are not advanced enough compared to his brothers, he thinks he is still good in the electronic field. No one lost, "I can find out that 'MosaicMan' is Reed, there is no way he can't find out."

How long has it been?Reed still felt abnormally sleepy even with his eyes open. During this period of time, he was always a bit dazed. Fergus seemed to be improving the medicine for his body functions. After being injected with the medicine, Reed could only move softly. Lying in an empty room, occasionally falling asleep, and then those chaotic fragments of memories swarmed in, trying to overwhelm him and make him breathless.

There are transparent glass walls all around here, dividing the entire area into different rooms. There are other people besides him, and there are many things he saw along the way.

The vampire is curled up on the bed, an extremely insecure position.The wound was already healing, but instead of relying on its own self-healing power, it was drugged. The scar condensed on the already hideous red mark and disappeared in it.Lying on his side, he felt that everything around him was drowsy, and the incandescent light was particularly dazzling. When he looked through the glass window, he could see people locked up in other rooms, some of them were just children, with such a thin body, holding their legs Sitting in the corner, wearing white empty clothes, with dull eyes, like an angel with folded wings, there are some existences that even Reed can't call that 'human'... A collection of certain living things.

Mutants, gene synthesizers, clones...

What the hell is Lex Luthor trying to do?

With a cold gaze, Reid watched as several medical staff wearing filter masks and anti-pollution lab coats dragged a dead, blood-soaked corpse out of the corridor in front of him, blood-red traces spreading After driving a long, long distance, his hungry abdomen began to convulse due to the stimulation of the blood. Even though the smell rushing towards him in the air was extremely mixed and dirty, he still felt a voice in his heart struggling and screaming, Told him to drink blood.Reed closed his eyes, his throat moved slightly, and swallowed the secreted saliva.

After a while, three cleaners came in and sprayed disinfectant water on every corner meticulously, cleaning up the remaining bloodstains little by little until there was no trace left.

It has been a while since the last injection of medicine, and Reed was able to sort out his thoughts a little bit. He knew that the effect of the medicine was fading now, and maybe they would give him another can of medicine injection in a short time, so hurry up. period of time.

First of all, find a way to deal with this predicament. It's too bad to let them inject themselves with drugs without a break and then drag them to the lab.Reed turned his head sideways, his eyes fixed on his palm, and it took a little effort to slowly clenched his hand.

This is barely good news.He thought with bitter joy that at least his physical strength was recovering.Fergus probably doesn't know that he, a guy who has been soaked in medicine jars since he was a child, has a strong receptivity and resistance to any medicine, although he can't compare with the amazing metabolic ability of the Flash, But the effect of general drugs on him will be halved.

Reed kept lying on his side without moving, feeling faint traces of recovery of the magic circuit in his body, and the magic engraving on his back was burning hot, as if it was going to burn him.Reed slowed down his breathing, and turned his eyes to look at the surveillance cameras in this room without showing any trace. There are surveillance cameras on all sides. As long as he has accumulated enough magic power, it is relatively easy to deceive those things. The point is that he will walk into this room next. The person in the room... in his current state of going limp as soon as he moved under the bed, he couldn't run away even if he fell into a coma with magic power.

Sure enough, do you still want to start with Fergus?Reed thought that the guy seemed reluctant to expose the fact that he was a mutant, so when he started to read his memory, there was always no one around him. If he wanted to find a chance, he could only find it when they were both While in the lab.

Fortunately, he hasn't seen any information about Jason and the Batman. Before that, he must... get out of here.

"Number 01229 started eating." The glass door was opened, and the man wearing the protective mask was facing the machine on the door, and reported in a calm tone. After speaking, he walked towards Reed with a row of reagents in his hand.

The smell of disinfectant and the slippery feel of the rubber gloves appeared together. The opponent pinched his cheeks, took the reagent in his hand and poured it into Reed's mouth. Reed closed his lips tightly, but the opponent's strength really It was so big that it forced Reed to open his mouth wide like iron clamps.

"This is a nutritional supplement." The man said coldly.The strange-tasting liquid slipped into Reid's esophagus, the vampire choked several times, and physiological tears overflowed from his eyes.

"Next, start injecting the medicine." The man in white gloves pulled out a thin needle in a glass tube from the reagent.

"No need, just take it to the laboratory." When Reed was coughing heavily, he vaguely saw Fergus' figure walking in from the outside.

And behind him was a man in a suit, with a filter mask on his face, but the shiny bald head was still conspicuous.

That's Lex Luthor.

Reed was taken to the laboratory where he appeared in the first place. The pungent smell of formalin was still so strong for a person with an overly keen sense of smell like him.

The clothes on his upper body were taken off, revealing the pale skin that rarely sees the sun and the extremely conspicuous red scar on his chest.

"Already healed?" Fergus stretched out his hand and pressed the incision he made with his own hands. The scar had already scabbed over, and he said thoughtfully, "It seems that your medicine needs to be improved."

He originally wanted to get something from the Philosopher's Stone inside, but now it seems that he has to cut again.

"Is this the vampire who can use magic?" Luther asked beside him.

"Yes, it's him."

Luther picked up the medical gloves on the table next to him, pinched Reed's chin and looked around, with an inquiring voice in his voice. Although he and Bruce were both wealthy people, they seemed to have known each other since they were young, but their tone of voice was completely different. A little resemblance, but a sense of arrogance that makes people uncomfortable: "Aside from having a pretty face, I'm no different from other people..."

Even with that mask on, Reed could still see a pair of malicious eyes from behind, and he heard the other party ask, "You defeated Superman?"