Extra: Fantasy Journey Forty-Seven

In the end, Luke managed to invite Diana to have lunch with him, and he naturally grabbed Diana's Lamborghini Huracan and walked away.

Behind him was only Mr. Wei with his flickering eyes, and the confused-looking minibus and Victor.

The minibus was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Victor: "Are you coming to drive?"

Victor was helpless: "I haven't controlled the body so finely yet. If I can't get it right, I will bend it with one foot of the accelerator. Come and drive, I don't want to repair the car."

The minibus said with a sad face: "I usually run, which is faster and more convenient than taking a car."

Victor didn't care, dragged him to the car left by Luke and glanced at it: "Automatic transmission, very simple."

The minibus suddenly slapped his forehead: "Wait, you are confused. Bell's SUV has intelligent driving, so I don't need to drive it."

Victor: "...You didn't say it earlier." He reached out and pulled the door...the door didn't open.

The minibus coughed lightly: "Open Sesame."

With a slight click, the driver's door was unlocked, and the gap opened a little.

Victor stared at the minibus: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Little Bass shivered: "You are moving too fast."

Victor: "So you're not the one who claims to be the fastest among us?"

Minibus: "Bell said, we should try our best to keep fun in life. It's boring to keep accelerating."

Victor: "...Well, you do it, I don't care."

The two left noisily, and Mr. Wei got into his car, but he didn't start it immediately, but thoughtfully tapped the steering wheel with his finger: "Bell, hum!"

...

Eating with the goddess of war was a predetermined plan.

Luke casually cared about her family affairs, and then made a request to go to Paradise Island to play in a while.

Diana did not refuse, but was a little curious: "Why?"

Luke shrugged: "It's about team building.

I helped with both the minibus and Victor's family issues. If Arthur doesn't object, I want to go to Atlantis too. "

Diana held the glass and shook the red wine inside: "I don't seem to have any trouble at home."

Luke: "Maybe I need some help too."

Diana was intrigued: "What help?"

Luke: "Like an indestructible sword, or an indestructible shield?"

Diana understood a little, but shook her head regretfully: "We don't have the technology to make these things."

Luke waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's just an example, you may be accustomed to some things, but for me and Bruce, maybe you can use it to do something, this is the thinking of a scientist."

Diana pondered for a moment, but did not refuse: "I will ask, it may not be successful."

Luke laughed: "Let's not say anything else, if there is another guy like Steppenwolf, are you sure that Paradise Island doesn't need a batch of emergency defense weapons?"

Diana's eyes moved: "A floating fort like yours?"

Luke's face was indifferent: "That's just to coax Bruce. In fact, my fighter plane already has short-distance spaceflight capabilities."

Diana: ...have the ability to say this in front of Bruce!

In the end, Diana still didn't have to make a decision on the spot, but Luke felt that she must be tempted.

Although she has lived in the UK for a long time and occasionally wanders to other European countries, Paradise Island has suffered a lot of casualties this time.

If the aerospace fighters Luke said were equipped with Paradise Island, there would be much more room for manoeuvre in times of crisis.

The fate of a soldier can be death in battle, but it doesn't mean that reducing casualties is not important.

Of course, there are many trouble spots.

First of all, if an outsider goes to Paradise Island, this person is still a very powerful dark knight, and he must be considered.

Secondly, the dark knight is a man, and a handsome and powerful man with explosive fighting power.

You know, the Amazons on Paradise Island are all women.

When I meet a man like him, there are a few who want to experiment.

Diana is very confident in this, after all, she herself came out of Paradise Island and came into contact with the outside world.

...

A month later, Superman returned to Earth.

He was a little surprised and a little embarrassed when he heard the Steppenwolf attack.

Luke didn't ask about the harvest of returning to Krypton's hometown, but Mr. Wei quietly tested it several times.

Too bad Superman didn't reveal anything.

Just by looking at his facial expressions, he didn't seem to have found a treasure this time, but an indescribably complex feeling.

Luke is not as impatient as Mr. Wei.

He still has hundreds of years to live, and he is much more calm than a person who is about to pass away at the peak of his body and whose life is halfway through.

Superman himself is a great treasure.

The Kryptonian spacecraft that brought the baby Superman to Earth has been hidden by himself.

From the information obtained from various aspects, Superman also holds a high-level database of Kryptonians in his hand.

What exactly this database is and what it is for, Luke doesn't know.

But just looking at the wreckage of the spacecraft left by General Zod, you can feel the power of Kryptonian technology.

Therefore, Luke just quietly stabilized his power network, taking the opportunity to replace some experts and study the spaceship left by General Zod.

This is enough for him to play for ten or eight years.

Lord Wei is gradually improving all aspects of the Justice League, and Luke is also assisting in it.

It must be made clear to the members that Mr. Wei made the big head, but the knights also contributed a small part.

This thing is similar to the company in essence. Whoever invests more has more right to speak.

Without investment, the right to speak is very small.

Luke's investment was just stuck at the level where Mr. Wei was a little uncomfortable and had to accept it.

He can't always say publicly that other people's capable members are not allowed to participate in "team building", right? All are not fools.

Especially when Luke discussed "group psychology" with Victor intentionally or unintentionally, the minibus next to him seemed to be enlightened.

Superman isn't there? That doesn't matter at all.

Anyway, the time for this kind of "team building" is one hour every Saturday afternoon, and the Clark reporter from the Metropolis next door can listen to it remotely with just a crooked ear.

Not to mention the advanced content, but to keep thinking independently and refuse to follow blindly is the foundation.

Luke wouldn't speak dirty in class, but it was quite vitriolic to ridicule those "brainless + unhappy" words.

There are a lot of words like "Did his mother threw the person away and raised the placenta when he gave birth to him?"

No matter how virgin Superman is, he is not interested in being the "placental essence" that Luke said.

At night, Luke would put on his battle armor in major cities on the east coast, and randomly select "lucky audiences" to clean up.

In fact, these "lucky viewers" themselves are the targets of pre-investigation.

Random is just the sequence, and bad luck is a matter of time.

In this way, the limelight of the rest of the Justice League was suppressed by the Dark Knight for a while.

Compared to Batman, who is basically only in Gotham, the Dark Knight's sweeping one-third of the United States is too high-profile.

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