Chapter 291 89 Intelligent Lifeforms Already Targeted, Hal Jordan From a Dead World

Chapter 291 89. Intelligent life has been locked, Hal Jordan from the dead world.

Old A personally ordered that almost all the forces that Quint would place in the Star Club be deployed.

Mason doesn't need to worry much about what happens next. Including the K team led by Zha Kang to welcome the captain's "triumphant return" and the "Hydra" supported by the old Green Goblin, the six pioneer teams act under the coordination of a great mentor, and with the full support of the Star Castle, it is a piece of cake to transfer a world within three days.

The main thing is that even if Mason wants to intervene in the next matter, he can't do anything. The K team has never carried out such a large-scale transfer. They are absolute novices in this regard.

Therefore, after receiving the roaring letter from Mr. Hunter, Mason took the new attacker in his team and his little tail Harley to Paradise Island as quickly as possible to prepare to hand in the task and go home.

Of course, things that should be arranged before leaving should still be properly arranged.

"This Doomsday Ark will be taken to Osborne Tower. The oceans of the world over there have been polluted. Although the Atlanteans have the technology to purify the oceans, they can't live in sewage when they first go there, so this ship will be returned to the Atlanteans as their mobile city in the new world.

The transfer gate of the Star Society has its own space folding, which will not affect its efficiency."

Mason said to the Shark King who was in charge of underwater affairs:

"You take people to drive this ship back and hand it over to the ministers of Atlantis, and tell them that their King Arthur will visit them in a few days.

Let them lead the people across the transfer gate, and someone will pick them up there."

The silly Shark King touched his head and nodded repeatedly.

As the blood of the old gods, he can certainly understand Mason's words, but whether he can understand them is another matter.

Mason didn't expect this hottie to do a good job. He mainly asked him to use his pure and noble ocean blood to make a gesture and be responsible for passing on the message. The real work was done by the Shark King's nominal servants, the Deathstroke trio.

There is also the old Deathstroke who has been "bound" to Shredder Wilson and the young version of Lex Luthor.

The main reason why the latter wants to follow the Ark of Doom is to stabilize the biological cabin of the unlucky Captain Atom, so as to prevent the latter from suddenly exploding and pushing everything into an irreversible situation.

And the Bald of this world is probably the only one among this group of people who can understand the principle of the Speed ​​Force Matrix, so he seems more anxious and uneasy than others.

"You look nervous."

Mason stood next to the Hermes Talisman leading to Paradise Island and joked to Luthor:

"Are you full of curiosity and expectation for the new world?"

"No, what I am worried about now is that your little friend can't bear the needs of the Speed ​​Force Matrix. According to your description just now, I feel like you are asking a boy to do a man's work."

Luthor kept looking down at the time.

It was as if he was afraid that the timeline carrying the existence of the world would suddenly go out of control in the next second, and everyone would be involved in the uncontrolled turbulence and buried completely in the dark stars.

He said to Mason:

"I can understand the necessity of this action, but your decision is too hasty."

"Haste? No, I don't think so."

Mason shook his head and said:

"When Barry took the initiative to take on this responsibility, he knew very well what kind of pressure he would face. He knew it was difficult, but he still gritted his teeth and took it.

I believe he can finish this race.

That's running.

That's what he is best at, and you, Luther, you are very smart, but I don't think you should casually evaluate professionals in a field you don't understand."

"You know your answer is very idealistic, right? It doesn't make me feel at ease at all."

Lebald snorted, he looked down at his watch again, and said:

"Mason, you said before that you don't plan to absorb me into your K team, so where are you going to send me?"

"The Third Impact has just ended, Luther, and the entire parallel world system is full of ruins, and there are so many worlds that need your smart head.

So I plan to send you to a ruined world to work as a laborer to do plastering. Build a house.

Your superior wisdom will definitely come in handy when mixing lime. "

Mason walked into the Hermes Talisman, waved goodbye to Luther and said:

"Besides, your new leader is not me. Shredder said he needs you to be his advisor, and he is planning to rescue a few people from your time-space alternation.

In other words, you may have to compete with your "evil twin" in intelligence. "

"Shua"

Mason's figure disappeared in the magic of Paradise Island, leaving the young version of Leibald in a daze, but the next moment , Deathstroke walked up and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"Don't listen to Mason's nonsense, our captain is a jokester, how could I let my think tank take a gun to the front line?

We, the rough guys with guns, will do the work of breaking into the Lex Group headquarters, you just need to help us break through the defense program written by another Lex Luthor."

Shred Wilson, who is determined to build a big cross-world "Deathstroke Corps", grinned, and his white teeth reflected a cold light in the sun.

He said to Luther who was looking at him:

"Just regard this as the "entry test" of the "Deathstroke Corps", my dear science officer."

The middle-aged version of Deathstroke put a victory cigar into Luther's hand, and then followed King Shark and Death Shooter to the cockpit of the Ark of Doom.

The smart Leibald took a look at the cigar in his hand.

It was a brand he had never seen in this world, and just when he hesitated, the old version of Deathstroke in this world came forward and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Luther, I have discussed with Shredder. I joined his organization in exchange for his promise not to hurt you. You just need to plan for him, and don't worry about him using your wisdom to do evil.

He dare not do too much because Mason is above.

And to start a new life in that strange world, we do need some "friends." "

"Do you believe him?"

Luther looked at the commander he trusted very much. His question made the old Deathstroke laugh. The lonely old hero took out a Holding a cigar in his mouth, he whispered:

"I would rather believe a dog than the promises I made when I was young. At that time, I was very decadent and regarded breach of contract and fraud as commonplace.

At that time, I had no beliefs and was a real mercenary.

But I am willing to help him. At least in the next matter, I will do my best to help him achieve his goal, regardless of good or evil, right or wrong."

"Why?"

Luthor frowned and asked:

"This doesn't seem like your code of conduct."

Faced with this question, the old bell blew a smoke ring and leaned against the slowly sinking ark's bulkhead. He looked at the messy sea outside the glass window in front of him and the burning Gotham City in the distance.

After several seconds, he whispered:

"My child. He died with his mother before he was born. They died in the revenge of the super villain against me many years ago.

My family is gone, Luther.

But his family is still there.

He is me in another world, so that may be equivalent to my children's space-time alternation in another world. That is also my child, another possibility of their life that has never started.

I can't convince myself to stand by and watch.

He also knows this, so he didn't ask my opinion."

"That's not how it works, Wilson."

The young Luther laughed dumbly.

He shook his head and wanted to explain the concept of "space-time alternation" to the old bell.

But when he saw his world-famous old hero leaning alone beside him and smoking a cigar, Luther suddenly realized that what he needed might not be an academic explanation.

What he was pursuing might be a compensation for the heart-wrenching failed rescue in his youth. In religious terms, the old bell regarded this as his second chance in life.

"Okay then."

Lai Bald also held up a cigar, but did not light it. He said:

"I'll help him this time! But it's only free this time. If you ask me for help again, you will have to pay. After all, no official in the new world will hire a guy like me who doesn't even have a legal identity.

I still have to work to earn money to support myself."

"Well, that's not necessarily the case."

Old Death Bell blinked and whispered to Lai Bald beside him:

"I just talked to that guy, and I found that although we live in two different worlds, many of our habits are exactly the same.

For example, the bomb codes we use most often are exactly the same.

I heard that you in another world are super rich, and you must know his common passwords. Taking a little from your other account is enough for you to spend your whole life.

How about we try it after we go there?

If this works, you don't have to worry about money at the beginning of your new life."

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On the other side, on an alien spacecraft flying inland from Gotham, old man Thomas Wayne sat in the co-pilot and operated an instrument that can observe the landing point of the transfer gate.

They were going to the designated location to provide ground guidance for the thing, and to talk to the official representatives.

Since the old man was better at "physical communication" with others in the past years, this difficult task was handed over to his companion at this time.

Mr. Hal Jordan, a former military pilot.

Compared with the calmness of the old man after everything was settled, the performance of the young man Hal was slightly worse.

He heard Mason announce the arrival of rescue to them with his own ears, and also saw the strange scenery in the mysterious time maze at a glance, but he still couldn't accept the reality that his world had been destroyed seventeen years ago.

At this time, while operating the aircraft, he was thinking about these problems that ordinary people could hardly encounter and understand.

"You are driving an aircraft that is more than ten times more complicated than an airplane. The minimum cruising speed of this thing is above Mach 5, so if possible, I hope you can be more serious and focused."

The old man's faint voice sounded, awakening Hal who was gradually falling into thought.

The latter suddenly raised his head and grasped the joystick, but found that the aircraft had already been taken over by the data program-shaped steel skeleton and entered the automatic flight mode. He looked at Batman sitting in the co-pilot in surprise.

He thought that this guy who he grew up listening to his stories could actually make jokes.

The story of the old man slaughtering villains in Gotham in this world is already a household name here. Of course, the story about him is unlikely to be a friendly fairy tale.

In fact, Thomas Wayne's reputation in this world is quite bad. His ruthless style of killing and killing has made people regard him as a dangerous person who may lose control at any time.

"You seem to be in a good mood?"

Hal asked softly:

“Is it because the world is saved?”

“What does it have to do with me whether the world is saved or not?”

The old man said without raising his head:

"I had a lot of reasons for setting out on this journey, but saving the world wasn't one of them. Our world sucked, Hal, and I always thought it was the embodiment of malice and darkness in the world.

It shouldn't even exist.

It turns out my idea was correct.

We only live in the desperate reverberations of a dead world, so all the suffering and tragedy are explained, but can this bring relief to a weather-beaten heart?

No!

I still hate it, and that doesn't change just because I helped save it. "

"you are lying!"

Hal keenly noticed a hint of insincerity in the old man's tone, and he retorted:

"The legendary Batman would not say so many words at once. If you are not interested in this issue, you will not even say anything. Admit it, Thomas, you also have joy."

"I have expectations, but they have nothing to do with this world."

The old man glanced at Hal with a sinister look. He didn't want to discuss this issue, but the conversation had already begun and he had to say something, so he asked:

"Who are you going to go with? Mason said they will assign you to different worlds. Because he holds something valuable in his hands, the treatment you can get is said to be quite good.

It is the peaceful world that those people carefully selected for you.

You also participated in the action, Hal. You played a role in proving the courage and fearlessness of ordinary people. Maybe you should put it all aside and learn to move forward. "

"I am considering."

Hal pursed his lips, hesitated, and said to the old man:

"But I don't know if I should go to those places that sound wonderful. Can you tell me where you are going and what you are going to do?"

"I can not."

Thomas rejected the question, saying:

"All I can tell you is that this is not the end, not even the beginning of the end, it's just the end of the beginning."

“Going to a wider dark star, fighting against a group of enemies we have never heard of, we can’t even confirm whether we are on the right side.

This is the fate we face next. "

The old man didn't want to say it, but Cyborg, who was controlling the aircraft at this time, told the truth without hesitation. This cyborg, which was turned into pure data by Mason using the soul killer program, said in a voice without sadness or joy:

"Thomas is right, Hal, you should go to beautiful places with your friends and family to enjoy life. Before the next impact that Mason claimed comes, you can at least leave some good memories for each other.

This may give you the courage to face another doomsday. "

"I'm not afraid of facing the end!

Just like when I prepared to fly this fighter plane to destroy the doomsday weapons of Atlantis, just like when I convinced myself to join you to do the right thing. "

Hal retorted:

“I don’t lack the courage to face the dark truth!

Now I feel that your convincing me to go to a beautiful world may just be a reason to deceive. I don’t really believe that we can usher in a beautiful peace after ending seventeen years of destruction.

If I can make a choice for this world, then I feel that maybe I can face the second darkness.

I should probably tag along with you! "

The young and courageous pilot glanced at the city in the distance and the brilliant beam of light that opened the transfer door above the dome, and he said:

“I’ve had a feeling since I was little that at some point I was going to take on something that only I could do, and it wasn’t my imagination, nor was it my savior’s destiny.

Maybe, I should take this step, I should enter my true destiny."

"Snapped"

At this moment, the old man suddenly stood up, pushed Hal down, pulled out the kinetic energy pistol from his waist and fired forward.

A group of strange green fluorescence appeared strangely in the sealed cabin of the aircraft. Thomas' bullet hit it but failed to drive it away at all.

As if the thing did not exist, it swayed with green fluorescence and landed in front of Hal Jordan, who was full of surprise.

It was a ring like green jade, with simple and strange inscriptions on the interface.

"This is"

When the young man saw the mark, he immediately thought of the body of an alien named "Abinsu" stored under the military base. The suit on that guy also had the same mark.

"This is the ring!"

The old man squinted his eyes and stared at the green ring in front of him, and whispered:

"It was Mason who said the ring was rightfully yours, and he said you had to show extraordinary fearlessness and courage to get it.

It seems you did it. "

Having said this, Thomas glanced at Hal Jordan, who had reached out to hold the ring but had no follow-up reaction and looked confused. The gun in the old man's hand was quietly pressed against the young man's lower back.

He said hoarsely:

"It seems that this thing requires some specific conditions to trigger the power, and Mason must know how to do it. And you, Hal Jordan, fate has made your choice for you.

Now, you must come with us. ”