Extra: Fantasy Journey Twenty

With one hand, Mr. Wei walked to Doomsday with the gun that had been shot with only three kryptonite powder bullets.

Looking at its deadly eyes, he felt a sense of joy in his heart: all monsters on Krypton should die.

He tilted his head slightly, and his line of sight just collided with Superman.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Mr. Wei showed a kind smile.

He is not so eager to kill Superman now, because there is a very suitable "tool man" who can maintain a certain threat to Superman.

Thinking like this, he nodded to the "tool man" beside him: "You are good at knotting."

The toolman Luke was scanning the kryptonite's continuous influence, and Doomsday's body data changed. Hearing this, he also praised Mr. Wei: "Your three guns are also very beautiful."

It's not that he's blindfolded.

A bullet that can use that speed to limit interference at a critical moment to doomsday requires accurate marksmanship and a big heart.

Changed to a certain shooting champion, one shot was lost, and the next two shots were not good enough to even pull the trigger.

After all, there is a big difference between a target that can't counterattack, and an almost invincible Doomsday.

Hearing such a business talk, Mr. Wei sent a straightforward invitation: "In a few days, are you free to chat together?"

Luke: "No problem."

Superman floating in the air frowned, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart: These two guys... why do they look like they smell like each other?

As powerful as he was, he couldn't help but turn his eyes to a few leaps and landed on Diana, the goddess of war nearby: Do you want to make an appointment with this one? Emmm~ Forget it, it's not good for Louise to know.

The goddess of war is in a good mood at the moment.

She didn't have a complicated relationship with the three people present, and she didn't need to immediately join in to win over anyone because of her powerful strength.

Besides, she is a great beauty.

This is not to say that she needs a man to come over and be courteous, but if she shows a little closeness, it is easy for a man to lose his sense of proportion.

After the first love a hundred years ago, she has not thought about finding a second boyfriend.

Therefore, her mental activities are very simple, and she did not notice Superman's tangled eyes.

Walking to Luke's side, she asked the question she cared about most: "Can I get my things back?"

"Anytime, Your Highness Princess." Luke said, and then said to Mr. Wei: "Don't take off that spear for now, I don't want this thing to come back to life in a few days."

Master Wei agrees with this very much, and doesn't care about the fact that Her Royal Highness the Princess takes back the weapon before him.

Of course, strictly speaking, the kryptonite on the spear is also from Lex, only the barrel of the gun is made by Mr. Wei, it really can't be regarded as "his" weapon.

He also thought of another question along the way: "What about this corpse?"

Luke looked at Superman and the goddess of war: "If you have a way to completely destroy it, then I don't mind handing it over to you."

Before the two could answer, he gave a more detailed request: "Before destroying it, it is best to divide it into several pieces and destroy the head first. One Lex is enough, I don't want it to be used by other people with bad intentions. get."

The two frowned: this matter... a little troublesome.

It's no problem to let them fight, but after killing each other, they will be dismembered and smashed into ashes? Sorry, this really goes against their three views.

But what Luke said really makes sense, because Lex has helped him "test" - Kryptonian corpses can really become super weapons.

While they can monitor the wreckage of Kryptonian ships, there is more than one way to use corpses in this universe.

From a personal sensory perspective, it's like someone telling you that picking up dung is a very important thing, if you don't do it, the whole city will be full of "fragrance", and most people still won't do it.

Especially with existing options. The eyes of the two fell on Luke.

Luke glanced at Mr. Wei next to him, this guy is really super suspicious, and he suspected that he wanted to use the corpse to do bad things in a few words.

Well, Mr. Wei actually guessed more than half of it correctly. Luke had to admit this, the mistake was that it wasn't used to do bad things.

Because he has enough other technologies in his hand, he can't use this corpse if he wants to do bad things.

Luke nodded: "Then I'll deal with it with Batman."

The three of them stared at him in unison, a little surprised.

Luke: "I think he shouldn't mind being dirty and tired."

In this regard, the goddess of war, who was covered in artifacts, almost spotless, and the superman, who was wearing an artifact-like uniform, looked at each other for a moment.

Looking at the gray-clad Mr. Wei, and Luke, whose mottled marks on the armor have not completely disappeared, the two were speechless: This special effect (equipment) was given by my parents, blame me!

With Luke, an intermediary that the Big Three can accept, Superman and Mr. Wei, who might have caused some trouble, just exchanged glances a few times, and then left.

Mr. Wei also cared about the transportation of the corpse and said he could help.

Luke chuckled, a small virtual light screen appeared on his wrist, and issued several instructions on it.

In less than a minute, a variant version of the black Kun-style transport plane fell from the sky, and several high-fidelity prototypes, under Luke's remote control, transported the huge body of Doomsday to the plane on a hoverboard.

Luke also followed to the opened rear hatch: "You have my contact information. You can come to my base in three days and destroy it together."

Mr. Wei frowned, thinking about how to kill the dangerous person in front of him: "OK, I will."

Luke didn't look back, just issued an order to let the transport plane lift off quickly.

It wasn't that Mr. Wei had murderous intentions toward him, and the death prediction was just a faint feeling.

There is no need to deal with you, I just make a plan "by the way" - as the same "plan master", Mr. Lu knows that this is just a habit, or... obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Watching the mutant Kun-type transport plane leave, Mr. Wei stood still, and after a while, he muttered, "This guy...isn't he rich?"

As a big capitalist, he is too aware of the conversion efficiency of money and power in this country.

And the power of the combination of money, power, and superpower, Lex has given a negative example - as long as there is a chance, this configuration is enough to create a monster like Doomsday.

Superman is scary, but this "god" who wants to be a human has weaknesses.

But this dark knight is kind of...like himself? Mr. Wei had to admit this, at least in terms of money and way of doing things.

Will he be so ecstatic that he will be regarded as a half-brother? Hehe, naive.

People, the most annoying character is often their own "high imitation version".

Don't hate yourself, that's because it's yourself - the "virtue" of being strict with others and treating yourself leniently is the normal state of most people.

Therefore, immoral people like friends with moral bottom lines, and it is normal for "philatelic" women to find a conservative best friend, which can also reduce the number of "business-grabbing" people around them.