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Chapter 83 Suicide Squad
Chapter 83 Suicide Squad
"Do you think you're in a position to negotiate with me now?"
Lucas glanced at the Kryptonian runes on the stone wall and said casually.
The will of Joe El, enveloped in white light, fell silent once more.
He couldn't refute that statement.
If the original body is still alive, under the continuous illumination of the yellow sun, based on its own experience, it should have a high probability of being able to suppress the opponent.
But now, all he has left are memories and a mental AI composed of brainwaves, some of which was poured into that human woman and forcibly erased by the eerie red lightning.
As for the remaining energy, it is mainly used to correct and guide one's own children. It has no combat power, or rather, its deterrent power can only be manifested in Karl.
The flame of Kryptonian civilization must never be extinguished!
But to make him hand over the complete knowledge base—
Following the original owner's habits, Joe El's consciousness quickly made a decision: "I can grant you some access, but some of the knowledge is forbidden. Even if the passage collapses, I will not let it fall into anyone's hands."
All you can access is Kryptonian history and culture, basic interstellar astronomy, basic physics, basic biology, interstellar travel environment modification, and basic engineering of the 28 star systems.
As for the core secrets of genetic engineering, gene modification, and dimensional and spatial technologies, I will lock them away permanently. No outsider may glimpse them unless they possess the bloodline of the El family.
Lucas thought for a moment and readily agreed.
These things do indeed involve Krypton's core taboos.
He had no doubt that Joe Al would keep his word.
Although he was tempted, there was no need for him to rush into it.
"I don't have enough energy right now to transfer all of this to you at once. I need to go into a short hibernation period, which will last about half a month."
Joe Al's voice continued.
"Transfer me Krypton's basic physics, basic science, and basic biological engineering first. We can talk about the rest after you finish hibernation."
Lucas immediately replied.
He has one principle in doing things: he must never suffer a loss.
If I can't give you everything, I'll give you the most important thing first.
As for literature and history, he has no interest in them.
Joe El's consciousness remained silent for a moment.
This human is extremely perceptive and difficult to fool.
He originally intended to use hibernation as an excuse to delay for half a month, secretly leaving a warning for Karl El.
Alternatively, they could secretly and forcibly relocate this Kryptonian outpost within the next two weeks.
But this human gave him absolutely no room to maneuver.
After a moment's hesitation, the suspended white light suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, a fist-sized, crystal-clear stone slowly condensed and took shape.
The crystal appeared to be made of ice, with intricate and complex crimson Kryptonian runes flowing inside, and it floated in front of Lucas.
Jor-El's mental voice sounded again, tinged with a hint of helpless solemnity: "This is a Kryptonian standard knowledge crystal. It contains all the information you requested."
Simply clear your mind of all distractions and immerse yourself completely in the crystal to decipher all the contents sealed within.
"Was it cut?" Lucas asked, still uneasy.
"I swear by the twelve ancestors of the El family who rest in the Blackrock Mausoleum, there have been no modifications or deletions to what you requested."
Joe Al's voice was serious.
It was as if the question was an insult to him.
Lucas naturally understood the implication in the other party's words, but he didn't care, as long as his own interests were not affected.
Of course, for him, oaths were the most useless guarantees.
Taking advantage of this moment, he simply poured a sliver of his consciousness into this crystallization of knowledge.
In an instant, a vast and sophisticated flow of information surged into my mind like an icy tide.
The sheer volume of this information is comparable to stuffing all the books in the world's libraries into a brain the size of a walnut.
But with his super brain working at high speed, Lucas was able to automatically deconstruct and reorganize this knowledge almost instantly.
The underlying logic is laid out like disassembled clock parts.
This knowledge from a far more advanced civilization than Earth instantly satiated Lucas, who was like a thirsty sponge.
He felt that his brain was finally filled with something called knowledge.
However, the capacity of a super brain is not static; it steadily increases over time and with learning.
"Indeed, I have felt the power of knowledge."
Lucas's consciousness withdrew from the transparent crystal of knowledge and nodded with considerable satisfaction.
No one noticed that Joe El's consciousness in the white light briefly "froze".
This chief scientist of Krypton knew all too well the amount of that crystal of knowledge contained within it.
Although it only contains some basic academic knowledge, it covers a total of 28 star systems, and its content is vast and boundless.
Even Kryptonians with engineer and scholar genes need a gradual process to adapt to its vastness.
Humanity?
This race's brain development is less than one-tenth that of a Kryptonian child.
Consciousness will be instantly destroyed by endless data —
But in the end, nothing happened.
There were no convulsions, no screams.
The other person was as calm as if they were reading an ordinary magazine.
This made him somewhat disappointed.
"I will come back in two weeks to fulfill the remaining terms of the agreement."
After leaving a message, Lucas left the cave.
On the ridge of the field, Clark faced the wind but did not enter the Kawachi Cave.
For him, that place was filled with unknown fears.
From a young age, he felt overwhelmed and inferior because of his superhuman strength, which made him feel out of place and like a freak. Now, with the appearance of an alien father and a family mission, Clark instinctively resists.
He believed his older brother was right.
They were abandoned, but they were also chosen anew.
You have the right to choose the life you want!
Upon seeing Lucas emerge, Clark snapped out of his reverie and immediately ran after him.
He opened his mouth, but had a bellyful of questions and didn't know where to begin.
Why does this guy possess such terrifying strength?
What did she say to her biological father?
In short.
The previously aloof and taciturn Lucas now appeared mysterious and unknown to him.
"Big brother, are you actually a child of outer space too?"
On the way back to the farm, Clark finally couldn't help but say.
Lucas glanced at Clark speechlessly: "No, I'm a pure human."
"Okay?" Clark asked with a strange expression.
Are humans not only incredibly strong, but they can also fly?
He can't do it.
Most importantly, how do you explain that blood-red lightning?
It looks both cool and sinister.
In short, it's awesome!
As they neared the farm, Clark touched his nose: "Lucas, what did you guys—say?"
He didn't hear the specific content, but he vaguely heard the conversation.
Despite resisting the identity of being the child of an alien, he was also eager to know what the other party had said.
This strange feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Nothing much, just a deal."
Lucas said casually.
Clark's expression changed instantly.
"It's none of your business." Lucas glanced at the other person.
As they were talking, Martha and Jonathan came out of the farm.
They were startled by the sounds of fighting and thought it was an earthquake.
I saw Clark and Lucas walking towards me side by side.
Martha immediately stepped forward, asking worriedly, "Lucas, Clark, are you alright?"
"It's alright, Mom and Dad," Lucas said.
Feeling the deep concern from Ms. Martha and Jonathan, Clark couldn't help but purse his lips.
"I've figured it out. No matter what, this is my home, and I'm not going anywhere else."
He took a few deep breaths, then suddenly stood in front of the Kents and mustered his courage to speak.
What just happened made him realize the most important thing: he couldn't leave his current life, ever.
Jonathan and Martha exchanged a knowing glance and smiled.
"Welcome home, child."
Jonathan opened his arms.
"dad."
Clark's eyes welled up with tears, and he hugged Jonathan tightly.
Inside the cave.
Joe El's consciousness did not immediately go into hibernation, but instead fell into an unprecedented silence.
He had been secretly observing the area for a long time.
I have witnessed countless times how humanity has waged devastating wars for its own selfish desires.
Imperial conquest wars.
Religious wars.
World War I.
World War II.
Every war leaves behind devastation and immense suffering.
But even so.
This inferior race has never learned any lessons from the war.
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According to Kryptonian technology's calculations, he saw the shadow of World War III already looming.
That would be a savage bounty enough to wipe out the entire star system.
Without the constraints of the Chosen Ones who would suppress and rule humanity with their power, this place, like the brilliant Kryptonian civilization, would be annihilated in the depths of the universe in the near future.
But now, he realizes that he seems to have never truly seen through this primitive, blue civilization.
It's incredible that the human body, with its frail physique, could evolve to this extent!
Immense strength, a body of steel, and the ability to fly—
They look exactly like Kryptonians.
No.
The other party was clearly more aggressive.
Not only does it possess the abilities of Kryptonians, it can also unleash red thunderstorms that are in no way inferior to heat vision.
Even if Karl completes his mission and becomes a god for all mankind, that nominal brother will always remain an uncontrollable anomaly—powerful, fearless, foolish, savage yet full of rationality.
Unless Karl is willing to accept special, personalized training from the station.
The sun, though it grants Kryptonians superhuman abilities such as basic strength, defense, flight, and heat vision, is a testament to this.
However, the two core martial arts that Kryptonians have summarized from their experience—physical martial arts and mental martial arts—as well as knowledge of energy utilization, ability control, and interstellar survival, all require training and learning.
Innate strength is not the same as being a top-tier warrior.
However, Joe Al couldn't be sure whether the humans, including the couple named Lucas Kent, would stagnate.
If the other side can also improve, it will pose a huge and difficult challenge to control for Krypton's chosen ones.
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new York.
Superhuman Joint Research Team.
Sunlight reflected off the cold, massive glass curtain wall, creating a blinding glare.
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Amanda Walter slammed the documents on the table, unable to resist a cold laugh. "Mr. Slade is certainly leisurely. He repeatedly rejected my offers, yet willingly became a bodyguard for the leader of a thug organization in Gotham City. I wonder if I could interpret this as a form of provocation?"
As a meticulous strategist, Amanda Worthy never easily trusts anyone, not even the next director she has chosen.
Therefore, as soon as Slade arrived in Gotham City, she sent her men to secretly keep an eye on him.
"Possessing top-tier combat capabilities but not under national control—all extraordinary combat forces beyond human control must be restrained. If they cannot be used by the nation, then they must be eliminated!"
After a long silence, Amanda Worthy said expressionlessly, while simultaneously activating a hidden communicator on her desktop: "Someone, go to Dream Prison."
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The dedicated bulletproof off-road vehicle headed south and finally arrived at a massive concrete building surrounded by blackened stagnant water. Everywhere there were barbed wire fences, electric fences, and huge gun barrels for observation. There were patrols every five meters. And this was just the visible defense. The hidden security measures were even more stringent. Not even a fly could get out of here.
But her target wasn't on the ground.
After descending in the elevator, passing through three biometric access gates and a series of retinal scans, I finally arrived at the seventh basement level.
The air was filled with a peculiar smell, a mixture of disinfectant, engine oil, and despair.
This is the deepest part of Belreve Prison.
Amanda Worthy walked into the monitoring room, where the light swept across the six giant screens lined up in front of her, each monitoring a single criminal.
They are all the most critically injured prisoners in the entire prison.
Her gaze swept across the screen, she walked to the control panel, her fingertip hovering over the communication button: "Take them to the briefing room." Amanda Woyan's voice came through the internal channel: "All of them."
Three minutes later, six figures dressed in orange prison uniforms and wearing heavy shackles walked in side by side.
They are Death Shooter, Boomerang, Bronze Tiger, Vengeful Demon, Plastic Bullet, and Shark King.
Everyone has nanotech bombs embedded under the skin at the back of their necks.
Waller stood at the end of the long table, with a huge electronic screen behind him.
A blurry surveillance video popped up on the screen:
On the top floor of an abandoned Gothic building, a person dressed in bizarre clothes stands with their back to the camera, their samurai sword slicing through the air at an almost elegant angle.
Before the three highly trained agents could even pull the trigger, blood streamed from their throats, and they collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.
The entire process took less than four seconds, clean and efficient.
At last.
The image freezes on that face covered by a mask.
"Slade Wilson. Codename: Deathstroke. He refused my offer and chose to serve the street scum of Gotham."
This made me feel disrespected.
Amanda Wallersh paused for a moment: "Your new mission is simple: find him and kill him."
Remember, this is not an arrest, not a negotiation, and not bringing back any intelligence.
It means making him disappear from this world completely. This will get you a reduced sentence.
Upon hearing this, the five figures instinctively looked at each other.
Boomerang Long shrugged. "How much does the other side earn a month as a dart thrower?"
Amanda Waller glared at the other person.
Boomerang Long was immediately startled: "I just wanted to explain that I did not rob the diamond exchange. That was a complete fabrication. I was at most an asset transfer specialist."
"Shut up, or you'll explode on the spot. Shut your stinking mouth," Amanda Woyan said coldly.
"Let's set off now, immediately! I hope to hear good news from you soon!"
Amanda Woyan slammed her hand on the table.
For her, these people are not human beings, but tools, consumables, and explosives that can be detonated at any time when necessary.
She didn't care who would die on the mission; she only cared whether the mission could be completed successfully.
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