Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 2179 - 2179 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 20

Chapter 2179 - 2179 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 20

2179 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 20
Holding the empty grenade launcher, Master Wayne walked over to Doomsday.
Looking at its resentful expression, he was delighted. All Kryptonian monsters should die.
He raised his head slightly, and met Superman’s gaze.
Master Wayne smiled kindly.!!
He wasn’t in a hurry to kill Superman now, because a very suitable ‘tool’ had appeared that could pose a certain threat to Superman.
Thinking that, he nodded at the ‘tool’ next to him. “You’re quite good at tying knots.”
Luke, the tool, was scanning the changes in Doomsday’s body stats after it was affected by kryptonite. Hearing that, he praised Master Wayne. “Your three shots were beautiful too.”
He wasn’t lying.
To fire grenades at that speed to disrupt and restrict Doomsday’s movements at a critical moment required a high level of marksmanship and a huge amount of guts.
Some shooting champions might not even have the courage to pull the trigger after missing one shot.
After all, there was a huge difference between a competition target that couldn’t fight back and a near-invincible Doomsday.
Hearing such business flattery, Master Wayne straightforwardly extended an invitation. “Shall we talk in a few days?”
Luke said, “No problem.”
Superman, who was hovering in the air, frowned and felt uneasy. Why did these two guys look like they were on the same wavelength?
Even someone as powerful as he was couldn’t help but look at the battle goddess, Diana, who was nearby. Did he have to team up with her? Em~ Forget it, it wouldn’t be good if Lois found out.
The battle goddess was in a good mood.
She didn’t have a complicated relationship with the three people present, and with her strength, she didn’t need to rope anyone in immediately.
Besides, she was a beautiful woman.
It wasn’t that she needed a man to curry favor with her, but if she showed a little familiarity, it was very easy for men to lose their sense of propriety.
After her first love 100 years ago, she had never thought of finding a second boyfriend.
Thus, her thoughts were very simple, and she didn’t notice Superman’s conflicted expression.
Walking over to Luke, she asked the question she was most concerned about. “Can I take back what’s mine now?”
“Anytime, Your Highness.” Luke then said to Master Wayne, “Don’t take out the spear for now. I don’t want this thing to come back to life after a few days.”
Master Wayne agreed and didn’t dwell on the fact that the princess could retrieve her weapon before he could.
Of course, technically speaking, the kryptonite in the spear was something he had pilfered from Lex. The only thing Master Wayne had made was the staff; the spear really couldn’t be considered ‘his’ weapon.
He thought of another question. “What about the body?”
Luke looked at Superman and the battle goddess. “If you have a way to completely destroy it, I don’t mind leaving it to you.”
Before they could reply, he gave them a more detailed request. “Before it’s destroyed, it’s best to cut it into pieces and destroy the head first. One Lex is enough. I don’t want anyone else with underhanded thoughts to get their hands on it.”
They frowned. That… was a little problematic.
Fighting wasn’t a problem for them, but to cut up the other party into pieces and grind their bones to dust after killing them? Sorry, that really went against their worldview.
But what Luke said made sense, since Lex had already helped them ‘test’ the possibility – the body of a Kryptonian really could be turned into a super weapon.
Although they could monitor the remains of the Kryptonian spaceship, there was more than one way in this universe to use the body.
It was like people telling you that it was very important to take out the sh*t, or the entire city would be filled with the smell. Most people wouldn’t do it, especially when there were other candidates available.
Superman and Diana looked at Luke.
Luke glanced at Master Wayne next to him. This guy was really d*mn super paranoid. With just a few words, he suspected that Luke was planning to do something bad with the body.
Well, Master Wayne was actually half-right – the thing he was wrong about was that Luke wasn’t going to use the body to do something bad.
That was because he had enough other technology. He didn’t need this body at all if he wanted to do something bad.
Luke nodded. “Then I’ll get rid of it with Batman.”
The three of them stared at him in surprise.
Luke said, “I don’t think he minds getting a little dirty and tired.”
In response, the battle goddess, who was practically spotless, looked at Superman for a moment.
She then looked at Master Wayne, who was covered in dust, and then at Luke’s mottled armor, and couldn’t say anything. Her gear was something that her parents had given her – what could she do about it?
Since Luke, this intermediary whom all three bigshots could accept, was the one who had spoken, Superman and Master Wayne, who might’ve caused a scene, just exchanged a few looks before they went their separate ways.
Master Wayne was worried about the problem of moving the body, and said that he could help.
Luke chuckled. A small virtual screen appeared on his wrist, and he issued a few instructions.
Less than a minute later, a black Quinjet-like plane descended from the sky. Under Luke’s remote control, several highly lifelike androids moved Doomsday’s huge body onto the plane.
Luke followed the body to the open back door. “You know how to contact me. Come to my base in three days, and we’ll destroy it together.”
Master Wayne frowned and started to think of various ways in which he could kill this dangerous person in front of him. “Okay, I will.”
Luke didn’t turn around. He simply gave the order for the plane to take off right away.
It wasn’t that Master Wayne wanted to kill him; Luke’s intuition for danger had only reacted slightly.
Master Wayne didn’t necessarily want to take him down; he was just cooking up a contingency plan in passing — as a master contingency planner himself, Old Master Luke knew that this was just a habit, or… OCD?
Watching the plane leave, Master Wayne didn’t move for a moment, and then murmured, “This guy… is very rich?”
As a big capitalist, he knew too well how useful money and power could be in this country.
As for how formidable a combo of money, power, and superpowers were, Lex had already given them a negative example — as long as the opportunity presented itself, this combo was enough to create a monster like Doomsday.
Superman was scary, but this ‘god’ who wanted to be human had his weaknesses.
But this Dark Knight really… seemed a little like him? Master Wayne had to admit that they were very similar in terms of money and methods.
Would he be delighted and treat him like a brother? Hehe, how naive.
What people hated the most was a ‘fake version’ of themselves.
You didn’t hate yourself because you were you — being strict with others and treating yourself leniently was normal for most people.
Thus, the wicked liked friends with moral bottom lines. Philandering girls liked to have conservative best friends – this way, there would be fewer people around them who would muscle in on their ‘business.’