DC Tyrant

On the first day, Bardi checked his health.

The next day, Bardi had prepared all the items to deal with Joe-El, as well as clones, but at night, there were some errands that puzzled him.

Someone is secretly saving them, secretly saving members of the Justice League about the future.

There is too little information, and Bardi has no way to tell who saved them.

but!

Who can know that they want to use them and control them.

Who knows, their achievements, their worth, their future.

Nobody knows.

Even so, why would anyone save them?

Someone...knows the future!

The morning of the third day.

8am.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the laboratory building of the Cosmic Biotechnology Co., Ltd. with intense dazzling light, reflecting the dazzling light.

On the fifteenth floor, the transparent composite glass on the ceiling does not penetrate the light, and the bottom layer automatically extends a layer of light-absorbing black screen to block the sunlight, creating a quiet atmosphere of gray and dark tones throughout the room.

Ebadi's current physical condition, the sun is undoubtedly poison.

He opened his eyes from the soft goose down quilt. His eyes were deep. The pupils he had just woken up contracted smaller than usual. Soon, the pupils gradually became larger, and turned to be lazy. In the slightly darkened room, he He pulled out his arms lazily.

This action made the raven, who was lying on his arm as a pillow, slightly uncomfortable.

"Ok…"

The raven let out a snoring sound, turned his body sideways, and turned over with his legs sandwiched between the quilts, revealing a smooth and white back.

Badi opened his mouth sleepily, yawned a long yawn, a little sour tears came out of the corners of his eyes, he wiped it with his hand, closed his mouth, opened and closed his eyes, regained his calmness and determination, and flashed his thoughts. eyes.

Such a lazy action like a 'human', he hadn't done it for a long time.

He went down to the ground, a needle-like feeling, from the soles of his feet, the pores stabbed up his body one by one.

In some kind of cartoons, the exaggerated expressions are gradually stimulated, and the skin is pierced with waves.

However, this is definitely more painful than anything else.

Today, it was even more serious. He felt that his bones were a little sore and weak, as if he had no strength to make blood. The bone marrow was sour, soft, and very weak. It was worse than a severe fever. This state Make your body so tired that you don't even want to move, you just want to stay and wait for it to melt.

Similarly, in the deepest part, there is abundant power surging, as if separated by a box, different situations, weak and strong, and strange as the left hand is weak and withered, and the right hand is strong and strong.

He glanced at the raven's smooth back, arched his waist like a shrimp, with a waist curve that protrudes slightly from the smooth skin, and stretches to the lumbar spine where her neck is curled up.

Breathing evenly.

The room has a slightly warm, fresh incense, and the fragrance from the bedding, like sandalwood, is a warm, freehand, and refreshing smell.

She is so skinny!

The idea that she was very thin suddenly popped up in Badi's head. There was no other idea, just seeing Raven like this, she felt very thin.

Of course, he always knew that Raven was very thin.

After looking at it for a while, it seemed that the raven's breathing was not so balanced. Badi retracted his gaze, took a step, and supported his body into the bathroom to take a bath.

When passing the living room, through the dark tones, he saw that on the glass coffee table, there were two documents neatly placed.

On the fifteenth floor, unless they are invited and authorized, they are not allowed to enter. Even the newly recruited Badi secretaries have no invitation and no qualifications to enter.

Only the various Hera can enter and exit freely.

Apparently, this was yesterday, and the information on Canterlot Barry Allen and Hal Jordan was out.

Buddy stopped walking to the bathroom, walked diagonally from the back of the sofa to the front, and then sat down heavily on the sofa, sagging the gray-white leather sofa, with his lumbar spine straight.

He picked up the yellow folder, "Barry Allen" from the glass coffee table, opened it, and kept his eyes calm.

In the silent and dark room, there was only the sound of him flipping through the documents, page by page.

After reading the information about Leon's ability to find any Barry Allen, his eyes flashed in thought.

This document is...so rudimentary.

It's so rudimentary that it seems like it was made temporarily to deal with itself. The addresses of various Barry Allen are vague and clear, some have no ancestors, and some want to write detailed descriptions of their parents. It's as simple as a nine-rate novel.

Leon, definitely didn't have the courage to perfunctory himself. Moreover, he is not a casual person when he does things, and his character will not write such a simple and repetitive information.

"What happened?"

Badi subconsciously, his right hand is holding his left hand again, his thumb is rubbing on the palm of his hand, and he thinks.

Without thinking for a long time, he picked up another document of Hal Jordan, and in the silent space, rustled it up.

Read over.

This is the same as Barry Allen's document, which is blank, without any angry words, without Nasus's usual character, and he always likes to add his own subjective opinions.

Anytime he would say an "I think..."

Even in written reports.

However, what is written here is what I know, I think, some unrealistic inferences.

This was already triggering the reflex arc mechanism that Bardi had set up in their heads.

Badi gave them powers, which also strengthened their loyalty. In the subconscious, they transmitted into the information mechanism that could protect them, so that machines and psychic people could not read their brain information. Forced reading would only lead to self-destruction. .

There is no doubt that this document was written by Nasus.

only.

It was the data report made when he was not awake and his consciousness was blurred.

Leon and Nasus.

controlled.

They were not read by others, but were controlled. Therefore, they did not die, but triggered a misleading information mechanism.

But why confuse people and do these things that don't work.

What are you doing with more than 300 Barry Allen and more than 200 Hal Jordan materials?

It doesn't make sense at all.

Bardi's eyes narrowed.

It doesn't make sense!

Meaningless things, for a smart person, will make him suspicious and suspicious, so as to get to the bottom of it and understand it before you can feel at ease, which will undoubtedly take a little time.

This is just the disposal of the controller, arranged at will.

Just wanted to delay for a while!

"Justice League...Isn't there still the most important person, haven't we got it together?"

Joe Al's presence!

Because Joe Al, don't trust anyone on this earth, anyone could be sent by me.

Controllers need time!

He needs time to gain Joe Al's trust!

Thereby saving Clark!