Downtown Washington, D.C., in a high-rise residence.

It was raining outside the window, and the wind mixed with the rain poured in through the window, and the dark red curtains fluttered whirl. The dazzling light of the crystal chandelier casts on the four walls of the room, as if the entire room is painted a dark orange.

Lex Luthor's shoulder was aching again, where he had been pierced by the Winter Soldier's bullet not long ago. It is said that there are only a handful of people who have escaped from the man's gun, and it seems that Luthor was lucky to be one of them. But he doesn't attribute this to his luck, he thinks it's because he's smart enough and prepared for the eventuality.

It was one of his most secluded hideouts on Earth, and he knew there were a lot of people out there looking for him, but he was sure that the name Lex Luthor had nothing to associate with this place, which meant that it was completely safe.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be that absolute.

A bolt of lightning swept across the sky, and a pale electric glow illuminated the window frame. Thunder followed and resounded through the sky.

Elongated black shadows were cast on the window frames, narrow and thin. Luthor turned his head and saw the figure standing in the rainstorm outside the window. The man had blonde hair, a beard, a wise and unfathomable light in his pale blue eyes, and a white light reflected from the inky cloak soaked in the rain, and his aura was quite domineering.

Luther's pupils narrowed slightly, and he whispered, "'Central'." ”

"Just call me Bishop." As he spoke, the man reached open the door and walked slowly inside, his cloak leaving a dark stain on the sumptuous carpet.

"It's not your real name, what's the difference?"

"Because I'm used to it, you can take it my name. What my real name is, I forgot many years ago. ”

The bishop said, pausing slightly, and said, "You have made so many small gestures to try to attract my attention, and now here I am. So, if you have something to say, just say it. ”

"Before that, may I ask?" Luthor asked, "How did you find me?" ”

"Ah, that's nothing worth mentioning." "If I want to, I know everything in this world." But don't worry, no one else will find yours, and your little safe house is generally safe. ”

"Thank you." Luthor smiled, "It's not really that special, I'm just...... I want to meet you, a little communication between smart people, it's as simple as that. ”

"You sound pretty confident." The bishop smiled and responded, "You think you're as smart as I am?" ”

"Nope." "I think I can be better than you." ”

"Hah, interesting idea."

"Not to brag, some of your ideas and creativity are really admirable, but I don't think there's anything you can do that I can't, and I'll do better." Luthor said confidently.

"So you're trying to take my place."

"I can say that, except I'll do better." "I will have in my hands the greatest resources that a man has ever had in history, and I will change the world." ”

"Sounds good, but there are a few minor problems."

"What?"

The bishop smiled, "You can't replace me. ”

Luther smiled confidently, "Not necessarily. ”

As soon as the words fell, lightning fell from the ceiling. Pillars of light attached to it were inserted from the ceiling into the ground, forming a fence that turned into a cage and imprisoned the bishop in the center, as if a wild beast had been trapped in a cage.

Looking at the laser cage with constant current beating in front of him, the bishop's face did not fluctuate at all, and he said with interest: "The pulse fence with high-voltage electricity is quite creative. ”

"It's also very effective." Luthor was confident, "I expected you might have some special abilities. That's always the case with those who have a bit of superpowers, and they think they're above humans and can be careless very easily, which makes them extra easy to deal with. A little trap can keep them at bay. ”

Luther paused and snorted disdainfully, "After all, they are not gods after all...... It's just some shit humans. ”

"Interesting point, I probably won't refute." "But I still want to point out a mistake you made. ”

"I want to hear about it."

"That is until you get to the bottom of your opponent...... Don't rush your hands out. ”

As he said that, Luther's expression changed. The high-voltage pulsed laser cage he was so proud of suddenly cracked—no, not cracked, to be exact, but a circular opening was cut out of the middle. Suddenly, the laser fences seemed to have been erased from the space, leaving only an oval rift large enough for one person to pass through, and the bishop stepped out of it.

Luthor hurriedly stepped back and distanced himself, shouting, "Backup protocol!" ”

At the sound of an order, the movable panels hidden in many parts of the room were opened at the same time. The muzzles of a dozen laser guns and machine guns were pointed in unison in the direction of the bishop.

Gunshots rang out, and the smell of gunpowder instantly diffused throughout the room. The lasers tore through the expensive walls, leaving countless bullet holes in the room. Countless bullet casings landed on the ground, like a symphony that had been annihilated in the sound of gunfire.

The bullets were empty, the barrel of the laser gun was already red-hot, and the fire had to be interrupted. But after the smoke of gunfire, the bishop still stood there indifferently, as if he were a bystander, and that the stormy attack just now was not directed at him.

By this time, Lex Luthor had realized that this guy was right, and he had indeed made a very undeserved mistake - he had taken the initiative to provoke himself without even knowing anything about the other party, and put himself in such a passive situation.

He should have been a little more patient, trying to find out more information about the other party, and waiting for a better time......

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, it's too late.

The bishop slowly raised a hand at him.

The space cracked open in an instant, and a hurricane suddenly broke out in the room that was even more violent than outside the window. Like a blade mark, the pale blue energy sliced a crack in the space, and a raging hurricane poured out of it, gravitational force irresistible to catch Luthor and pull him inward.

Luthor yelled as hard as he could, his eyes glaring at the man in front of him.

And this man still maintains an indifferent smile, and there is an inexplicable confidence in that smile, as if from the moment he faces you, he has the confidence to win.

The whirlpool retracted, and the room returned to tranquility. Lex Luthor vanished to the other side of the windswept chasm, completely gone.

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