Metropolis, Lex Group. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Lex Group is one of the most prosperous companies in the United States right now, and since Stark Industries announced its withdrawal from the military weapons industry last year, the Lex Group can now be regarded as a single-handed leader in this field. The Group's CEO, Lex Luthor, is a man of great talent, heroic, and never indecisive in his decisions about great things, and he is himself an expert in various fields of science, so it is no wonder that he has been nominated among the great men of the world at such a young age.

But what is not written in the newspapers, and what is funny, is that none of the above is the first impression of Mr. Luther, the president of the Lex Group, but of his bald and reflective head.

In fact, what celebrities see to the public is often just the appearance. The disguised image is just a prop for more interests and resources, and Lex Luthor is just such a person.

At this moment, in the reception room of the Lex Group.

"You can't do that, Mr. Luther." An old man who was close to the age of sixtieth was sweating profusely, and his pale face was almost like half a foot in the grave, "This is our family company, I can't let it end in my hands." In addition, there are employees of our company...... I have to take responsibility for them, a lot of families are counting on me, I can't ......"

"As a successful person, my advice to you, Thomas, is to think about it."

Dressed in an expensive handmade suit, Lex Luthor stared at the screen of his mobile phone and spoke nonchalantly, with an irresistible confidence in his lazy words.

"Just imagine if you had an accident when you went out now...... For example, a very common traffic accident, and then you don't get through it, what happens to your family? Luthor didn't even lift his head as he spoke, focusing entirely on something else, "and then your son will drop out of school and become an addict on the streets." In the end, I will arrange for a good man to win the broken heart of your beautiful wife - and then abandon her on the day her son died of a drug overdose. ”

The old man gasped: "You...... You can't ......."

"Things are impermanent, and things like this happen all the time, Thomas. I've seen it before. So I guess...... Are we now agreed? ”

At last he raised his head, and Thomas felt as if he had seen the serpent's letter in his deep eyes, and the cool air crept up the back of his head.

The phone rang just right then.

Luther picked up her phone a little displeased, "Not now, Moxie, I'm busy. ”

"I know, boss." His female secretary's voice rang from the other end of the phone, "But Stan, he ran away." ”

"Hmph, that's to be expected. What's going on now? ”

"Stark and the imp with the Amozo system have found Stan's factory."

"Did they find anything?"

"Probably not, the trial batch of mechs blew up and destroyed there."

Luther said, "But it shouldn't be a problem to restore some of the data with Stark's technology. ”

At this, he chuckled nonchalantly again.

"But it doesn't matter, let him continue to make trouble." "Anyway, I have already got everything I want from him, and he doesn't know much about it, so it's impossible for him to reveal my news." Keep an eye on it and keep you reported. ”

"Yes, Mr. Luther."

Luthor hung up the phone and turned to the poor president with a smile again.

"Where did we just go, Thomas?"

Eric was in amazement.

He didn't know what he was like at this moment, he felt like an audience member of a play, but the seat was a voyeur seat who had escaped the ticket. Very limited viewing angles, blurry images, like images taken by photographers when their hands are shaking endlessly.

It's like some kind of research institute, and it's easy to tell by the researchers who walk around busily in white coats. He heard someone shouting indistinctly, but it was hard to hear because it was covered by a louder voice. Just listening to the sounds, it's like a wet market.

He saw violent sparks flying from the broken circuit, and some kind of primordial savage roar down a long corridor into the research room. He dimly saw the shadow of a metal body, a little taller than an ordinary person, the most vivid thing was the scarlet eyes, a waterfall of red light that burst out with a roar.

For another moment, he seemed to see his father, almost unchanged from the image he remembered fifteen years ago, also dressed in a white coat.

"I'll go down and see what's going on." He heard his father's powerful words, "If I don't come back in five minutes, don't worry about me, lock down the area!" ”

At this moment, an inexplicable impulse hit his heart, as if he had seen the end in advance. He desperately tried to reach out his hand, desperately trying to tell his father not to go, but it was as if he had lost the ability to speak, and no matter how much he shouted, he could not make even the slightest sound......

"Hey, boy, it's time to get up."

Eric popped up like a charged spring, startling Tony, who was standing beside him.

After a few seconds of confusion, he remembered. In the ruins of the factory, Tony discovers that there were several advanced computer devices in the basement, which had been blown up, but he might be able to find some data that could be restored by the chip that was not completely finished. So after returning to Stark Tower, Tony began a long attempt at data restoration, and Eric simply took a nap on his luxurious sofa, seemingly complaining that the sofa was much more comfortable than his bed......

So those ...... just now It's all a dream?

He frowned and pondered for a moment, but it didn't feel like a dream. They felt so real, like fragments of lost memories. But he clearly has no memories like this, and since he was born in this world, there has never been a fault in his memory......

"What? Sleepy? Tony asked.

"Ah, no, it's just that I've never slept on such a fancy sofa." Eric put aside the question for a moment, glanced at the time, and asked, "It's only three in the morning?" Didn't you say that you probably won't have to get anything until at least tomorrow morning? ”

"First of all, three o'clock in the morning is already 'tomorrow morning'. Also, if you like this sofa, I can give it to you, it's not very expensive. Tony half-jokingly said before getting to the point, "I changed the method while you were asleep." After my analysis last night, I found that in fact, the data in these memories has been deleted remotely, and there is no need to blow it up in this barbaric way. ”

"Oh?" Eric pondered for a moment, "So that means the people who sent those machines from the explosion destroyed this place didn't know that the database had been emptied?" ”

"Yes, so although I found a few chips whose data could be restored, there was nothing in them."

"You don't sound very depressed. I'm guessing you're going to say 'but' next. ”

"I like clever imps." Tony grinned, "However, Jarvis helped me trace back and locate the server terminal that remotely deleted the database. So the question now is: do you still have the strength to go out for another spin? ”

"Of course." Eric smiled, "I'm sleepy. ”

(P.S. adds a more today, and asks for a wave collection recommendation)