[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

The closed metal door opened suddenly, not too fast, but it was too late to leave.

"What are you doing there!" A man walked out of the door.

The tone was none other than the boss that Amis hadn't seen for several days.

"Mr. Luthor," Amis said with a steady face, "the elevator stopped on this floor, I thought it was the rest floor."

This is the truth, each of these underground floors can only be opened by designated instructions, and she was standing at the stairs before approaching the door, directly explaining the situation is better than making excuses to cover up.But in the final analysis, it was also because of her always calm expression that added a lot of credibility to her words.

Luther was wearing a well-fitting suit and leather shoes, and the wide suit was almost wrinkle-free. Just like this person, he always looked too harsh.

"I remember you." He looked at her for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are the one from last time..."

If it is possible to accurately call out the name of an employee, it is probably not Lex Luthor. Even if this employee has taken bullets for him, he has also taken care of her in a decent way-but obviously his super The head still doesn't think it should write down those useless information.

He looked at her bandaged left shoulder, and turned the subject without pausing, "Didn't Moxi tell you that you have enough time to recover from your injury?" It was not at all obvious that he changed the subject because he couldn't get his name .

"Miss Mossy has said everything. She told me that I can cultivate until I recover, but I don't want to miss the progress of this project." When Amis said this, she emphasized her emphasis on work: "The doctor said As long as you pay attention, there is no problem with normal activities. I don’t want to waste time on meaningless recuperation, I have already connected with Dr. Donovan, and I am ready to take over the job again.”

In fact... what the doctor said was that after a gunshot wound, it would take half a month to recuperate without any physical incoordination. It was a bit exaggerated for her to run off the ground so quickly.If she doesn't show her dedication to work, whether it will arouse suspicion is one thing, and what's more fearful is that her boss will force her to go back to the ward for reporters to make black material about the Justice League.

The boss squinted at her for a while, wondering which point of her explanation convinced him, and he really didn't make any unnecessary 'concerns'.

"You're under Donovan." It sounded like a question, but he didn't give her time to answer.

"With me

come over. "He said.

Amis nodded, thinking that he was going to take her back upstairs, but she didn't expect that he would lead her to the huge laboratory.

A not-so-bad-looking employee, thought Luther, who was walking ahead.

An employee who has a good attitude and is serious about both his boss and his work.

Serious enough to be a bit stupid, is there really someone in this world who takes the initiative to block guns for others? Oh, it won’t surprise him that some employees are willing to block guns for him. No worries about food and clothing opportunities, I can't help but try.

But until now, when he stood in front of her, she didn't even take the opportunity to ask for compensation. Why didn't he find out that there were such 'talents' under his command before.

He needs some people who work for him, and he will devote a little energy to those who can be cultivated.

This person right now.

She has a not-so-stupid head, a mouth that doesn't talk so much, and a stupid spirit of sacrifice at critical times.

You only need to pay a little more attention, yes, give such a person a little authority and trust, and they will know how irresistible the benefits he can bring to them.

What the boss was thinking about Amis didn't know, she was completely taken away by the majestic energy as soon as she entered the laboratory.

Amis finally knew what attracted her before.

——The white energy beams neatly arranged on two rows of more than [-] display racks made her forget to breathe.

Get rich!

That was all she had in mind at the time.

No, calm down, it's not yours yet... No, she's saying it's the boss's, not hers.Well, she had no intention of snatching them all, but it seemed like a good idea to borrow one or two.

Amis pinched her own fingers, took a deep breath to keep herself from screaming.

After entering, Amis saw clearly that this floor seemed to be a mechanical base.

Along one side of the wall is a row of large-scale mechs, among which are the display machines of the mechanical soldiers at the entrance of the underground base; the other row is some consoles with no specific function, and Amis can only recognize them. A device that looks like a laser beam.

But even though the entire base displays all kinds of advanced equipment, the only thing that moved her most after looking around was these two rows of energy sources. The mechanical soldier downstairs is probably made of these white beams of 'battery'. If she can get a few, she doesn't have to worry about being unable to leave the earth.

Is the over-excited mood causing the calm

There was a slight change in the small face, and the light gray pupils looked a little more eagerly at the boss.

As a result, she turned her head and met Luther's gaze, which startled her, thinking that she had discovered some small plan in her heart.

Luther was very satisfied with her reaction, and the corners of his mouth were raised undisguisedly. This man was born to enjoy people's respect and praise. Although he didn't bring her to this place for a visit, he did let his own Employees see his inventions that are out of this world.

"The fusion reactor," Luther said, "can power ten spacecraft from one of them."

Amis's eyes lit up when she heard the power supply.

Uh...but wait...

The company does not seem to have applied for a patent for this technology. It seems that their company is not the only company on earth that has publicly announced the completion of small nuclear fusion reactor technology.

She searched for information before, and if I remember correctly, it was a genius scientist in New York City next door who made this invention public for the first time?

Ok……

Ok.

No matter how the boss accomplished this invention, just praise the boss for his excellence.

Amis: "As expected of Mr. Luther."

Luther: "..."

... Was she praising him just now?

"Don't just stand there stupidly, come with me." Luthor was not interested in giving an evening lecture on energy theory to a bioengineering employee, so he straightened his neckline and continued to walk in.

At the end of the room is an eye-catching green armor. It is smaller than the mechanical soldiers I have seen before, but it is closer to the structure of the human body, and its flexibility will be much higher.With a driving seat, it is estimated that the driver can control it.The boss looked at it very eagerly, and when he saw it, it was like seeing a piece of work that he was most satisfied with.

"You have to synchronize this instruction when I activate my armor." Luthor led Amis to a computer connected to the mecha. He was waiting for the technicians who helped him to come over. , saw Amis, considered some plans to train new employees, and called them over without being picky.

"Simple import command operation, can you do this?" Although Luthor demonstrated it patiently to others this time, he said it as if it is a matter of course for students to understand programs.

Amis doesn't know if other colleagues will.

It can only be said that it is a coincidence that...she really knows how to do it.

"Okay, boss." She agreed.

But when her boss walked towards the mecha, Amis only realized when she followed the unfolded order line by line on the screen.

Now - this is an activation command to radiate laser rays from kryptonite.

Amis looked terrified.

...The boss is finally going to kill Superman, isn't he?

No wonder the boss treats this armor like a baby. This is the armor he specially built to deal with Superman.

"The energy consumption of this armor doesn't seem small." Amis glanced at the data on the screen, and her fingers landed on the keyboard. After a while, the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard sounded, "It seems to be higher than those of ordinary armor." Mechanical soldiers." It is inevitable to consume a lot of energy, because it is Superman to deal with, and the load-bearing and bursting must be different from ordinary mechanical soldiers.The output power is large, and the consumption will naturally increase.

One of the most important rules for beating workers is not to talk too much in front of the bosses, and Amis will never talk too much in front of the bosses, but in order not to notice her little tricks, she had no choice but to bring up a topic out of nothing. .

"Of course those mass-produced machines can't compare to her." Luther didn't think there was anything strange about his little employee's question. He was not stingy at all when he praised his most satisfying masterpiece, "Are you worried about her protracted war?" Can't keep up with the follow-up power? This is not a problem, she is perfect no matter where she is, and her energy is unique."

A white light flashed on the lens of Amis, and she looked in the direction of the mecha. She was attracted by the two rows of light sources entering the door, but she didn't realize that there was a more special energy in the green mecha at first. .

Luther snorted again: "Those aliens, meddlesome, stupid outsiders-they always feel that this world can't do without them, and they have to intervene in everything, and they think they can do everything? Ha, no What did they do with those special abilities? Only humans can decide the direction of this world."

The position of the mechanical armor arm made a metal-like rotating sound, as if a gun was loaded.

Amis, who knew that this alien was referring to something, but who was lying on the ground for no reason: ...

... Does the boss really hate aliens?

After Luther finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and the laboratory was extremely quiet for a while.

Probably out of the instinct to beat the workers, Amis suddenly realized that the boss had finished talking during this silence, and it was time for the employees to cheer.

Does the boss want to praise him a few words, or express his agreement with his point of view?

Amis thought carefully for a while, and said in a serious voice, "As expected of Mr. Luther."

Luther, who had been focusing on his armor, finally raised his head: I can bear you very much.

long time!I have never seen such an employee who can use a sentence twice to fool the boss!

But seeing the penetrating eyes of his little staff like light-colored water, it doesn't make people think that she did it on purpose.

I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't tell.

"The input is complete?" Luthor finally said with a suffocated breath.

Maybe he just thought her too smart, Luther thought grimly.

The movement of Amis' hands has stopped, "Yes, boss, I have already done what you said."

"Fine," Luther said.

The entire base was built by him to build weapons. Opposite him was the equipment for testing the attack system. Luthor raised the laser transmitter in his hand and aimed it at the energy-absorbing device, and the automatic targeting system accurately locked the bullseye.

Waited a while.

"Did you really do what I said?"

"I think so, sir. I did exactly what you told me to do. Is there something wrong?"

There are problems everywhere, and his weapon doesn't even emit a green light.

Luther glanced at his confused little employee, and then frowned at the status of 'kryptonite weapon activation' displayed on the panel.Indeed, what was shown just now is that the synchronization is complete. If the input is wrong, there should be a program error prompt.

He glanced at Amis again, and was dismissed as soon as he questioned him, it was impossible for anyone to change his order under his nose.

Where would that be the problem?

No, there was no way his programming was wrong.

Luther thought of the Justice League a few days ago. Even if there was no evidence that someone had hacked into his armor, in order to avoid the possibility that the [-]% of the system was hacked, he chose to disconnect from the base equipment. Connected, and checked the intelligent system of the entire mech.

"Turn off that machine in front of you," Luthor said. "There's a forced power-off emergency switch behind it. Go around and pull that master switch down."

Amis walked around to the back of the computer, and soon saw the switch that Luthor was talking about.

It was a push switch, and she pushed it with one hand.

...It didn't even push.

One mistake can be called a mistake, and the boss failed to complete what the boss ordered twice. Even if it seems that it has nothing to do with her, you have to be careful of the boss's temper and open his mouth to say 'you are out of work'.

The soft and white hands that seemed to be made of fudge rested on the lever.

Amis took a deep breath.

With a little focus, you can use a little more strength. Human strength is not so weak, and metal materials are far stronger than you think...

...imagine how much effort it takes to open the hatch of your spaceship...

There was no movement in the direction of Amis for a long time. Luther looked over there and saw half of his employee's arm that was still fixed with a bandage. force.

Even Luther realized at this moment that it would be too embarrassing for a wounded person who had just received a gunshot wound to do manual work.

Just as I was about to tell her that there was no need to do it, a loud "boom--" came from behind the machine.

"Boss..."

After five or six seconds, his little employee carefully poked his head out from behind the machine.

"Switch..." The girl looked at him in a little panic, it was really rare to see so many emotions in an instant from her always calm eyes.

"It's not closed, is it? Leave it alone, it's no longer needed."

"No, actually..." The other hand, the uninjured arm, took out a broken switch wrench, "It...it seems to be broken."

Luther: "..."

In the strange atmosphere of silent fermentation, Luther narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You are as surprising as that Kryptonian."

...How on earth did he think this employee was smart in the first place?