Throwing Kryptonite onto the pickup, a sedan slowed down not far away and slowly stopped behind the pickup.

Seeing the maid come out of it, Arthur turned around and finally reminded Luther, "Don't forget to send Kryptonite." Don't let my money go to waste. ”

Luthor nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, the merchant is the most obedient to the contract, the Lex Group is in the metropolis, the goods are not received in time, you can come to me at any time, triple the compensation." ”

While waiting for the bus, Arthur offered to buy kryptonite in bulk from Luther.

Luthor readily agreed, looking at Arthur like a wronged man.

So, when the two thought that the other party was wronged, they verbally signed a five-million-dollar amount of kryptonite.

$10,000 per ton, including shipping.

It's expensive, but Arthur doesn't care.

When he learned that Luthor could artificially make kryptonite, he planned to turn the entire foundation of the villa into kryptonite and build an underground fortress inside the kryptonite.

Sure, it might not be very friendly to someone, but that's what they do.

Who made his system, charged by radiation.

The two exchanged cars and left in their respective cars.

Back at the villa and throwing the kryptonite in the utility room, Arthur travels through the world once more.

……

"New 52, Earth Three."

"New 52?" In the cluttered alleyway, Arthur looked at the system prompts, and a dense question mark appeared on his head.

Isn't this the universe after the flash point?

How...

"Oh~" A lightning bolt flashed in his head, and suddenly remembered the system, Arthur suddenly realized that all this unreasonableness became reasonable.

Traveling, it doesn't mean that you can only travel to another world, not time.

It's that his imagination is too poor.

The new 52 Earth III is the world after the restart of the Flashpoint Universe and the back façade of the main world.

Here, criminals are revered, heroes are spurned, reduced to street rats, and everyone shouts and beats.

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east, the north and the south turn upside down, and even Napoleon conquered not the European continent but...

Barren non. continental.

A world that is several times darker, if not dozens, than Gotham. They are run by supercriminals, dictatorial.

"This world is even crazier than the black robe." Arthur grinned, he should have set the Overworld in this world.

He really likes these super criminals who do whatever they want.

I really like it.

"It's my money!"

"Fuck off! It's mine! You idiot. The man looked greedy, dragged a women's leather bag, and yelled at another man.

"I grabbed it." The man yelled, took advantage of his unpreparedness, took out the dagger from his back, and stabbed it violently.

There was a scream, and blood flowed out of his eye sockets and splashed on the floor of the alleyway.

This kind of crime does not happen again all the time.

A red beam of light sliced through the two men, stopping their pointless bickering, and Arthur walked out of the alleyway.

He couldn't understand how the world worked. What kind of means do those vendors use to keep their shops safe?

In the blink of an eye, Arthur instantly understood.

On the street, a robber wearing a mask was kicked out of the store.

A sturdy man with a rifle in his hand, a cigarette in his mouth, dragged his right leg that had been hit by a bullet and walked out of it, with an angry face: "You want to rob my store? Bichi! ”

Ignoring the robbers' pleas for mercy, the big man pulled the trigger, the gunpowder was ignited, and the steel balls erupted from the bullet casings and shot at the man.

Watching the store manager skillfully mend the gun and clean up the corpse, Arthur smiled dumbly.

Sure enough, only violence can subdue it.

Without some means, the store may close down directly on the day it is established.

Turning to leave the entrance of the laneway, the oncoming pedestrians passed by him, frowning and looking displeased.

After staying in the alley for too long, he was contaminated by the stench, which was difficult to remove for a while.

Arthur had long been accustomed to the smell in the alleyway, so he naturally couldn't detect it.

Passing by a newsstand, drop by a newspaper.

July 13, 2013.

"Hey!" The sharp-eyed newsstand owner had been on the lookout for thieves, and when he saw Arthur's movements, he hurriedly opened the newsstand and rushed out of it.

After trotting a few steps, he found that Arthur had disappeared into the crowd and could only secretly curse himself for being unlucky.

A homeless man suddenly caught a glimpse of the newsstand door wide open, and there was no one inside, crawling from the ground and running into the newsstand.

The boss turned back, found him, and scolded: "You dog bastard..."

Sitting on a park bench and flipping through the newspaper, Arthur nodded repeatedly: "Canterlot..."

As it follows from the newspapers, the city is called Canterlot, the Overworld Flash, the city of Barry Allen.

It's just that now he belongs to one of the members of the crime syndicate, super criminal Johnny Clipper.

Yes, the criminal syndicate has been established for a long time, and this is what he found out in the newspapers again.

Flip through the newspaper and continue to read...

"Sir, excuse me." Several figures surrounded Arthur, and the leader of the man crossed his hands on his hips, leaning slightly, "amiable".

"Sir, be alone outside, beware of robbers." He smiled strangely: "Look at your fine skin and tender meat, you have been sitting here, are you the son of a big family that just came out?" ”

"Your bodyguard, your butler."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur whispered softly, "But one thing you are right, it is indeed dangerous out there. ”

"You know it, you know it." The man's eyes widened, he tore down the newspaper and threw it aside: "Brother, this is our territory." ”

"Your territory?" Arthur was worried about having no money to eat: "Then you must have a lot of money." ”

"It's not as good as you rich and noble sons." He straightened up and narrowed his eyes: "Look at your outfit, I'm afraid your suit is enough for us to be free for a while." ”

He had long discovered Arthur's extraordinaryness and observed it for a long time.

Seeing that there was no one else around, he made up his mind to rob the rich kids.

There may be retaliation, but the medicine is almost gone, so where can it care so much.

It's a big deal to get out of Canterlot.

Rotten people like them, where to go is not to mix.

"It's a shame you're looking for the wrong person." Arthur stood up from his chair, his eyes glowing crimson: "Now, hand over your money." ”

"Don't let me do it myself."

With a sigh in his heart, he stepped on the nail, cold sweat broke out on the faces of several people, and the leader put his hands together, rubbed each other, and flattered: "I... We don't have any money..."

The hot gaze pierced directly through his skull, and the remaining few people were terrified: "I have money." ”

"I have that too."

Several people took out crumpled dollar bills from all over their bodies piecemeal, put them together, moved slowly, and placed them lightly on the bench, for fear that Arthur would be unhappy and kill them.

"Take out what you're on him, too."

Really no money? That's a big deal.

Several men rummaged through the man's banknotes and coins and carefully stacked them on top of theirs.

"I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hot gaze swept over his body.

A group of things that bully the soft and are afraid of the hard.