Purpose

On the first day, Ba Di checked his own physical health.

The next day, Ba Di had everything prepared to deal with Jor-El, as well as the clones, but a little later in the night, some odds of things puzzled him.

Someone is secretly saving them, secretly rescuing members of the Justice League who are connected to the future.

With too little information, Ba Di had no way of knowing who had saved them.

But!

Who could know that they wanted to use and control them?

Who knows what their achievements, their value, and their future hold?

Nobody knows.

If that's the case, then why would anyone save them?

Someone... knows the future!

On the morning of the third day.

8 a. m.

The bright sunshine illuminated the experimental building of the Cosmic Biotechnology Unlimited Company with a dazzling, intense light, refracting a blinding Lightray.

On the Fifteenth Floor, the transparent composite glass ceiling did not allow Lightray to pass through. An automatic light-absorbing black curtain extended from the bottom floor, blocking the sunlight and creating a quiet atmosphere with a dark gray tone throughout the room.

Ba Di's current physical condition, sunbathing would be nothing short of poison for him.

He opened his eyes from the soft down comforter, his gaze deep and narrow. His pupils, still slightly constricted from sleep, gradually dilated, then became languid. In the dimly lit room, he lazily withdrew his arm.

This action made the Raven, who was lying on its arm as a pillow, slightly uncomfortable.

"Um..."

The Raven let out a soft groan, rolled over, and turned over with its legs clamped around the blanket, revealing its smooth, white back. The blanket subtly extended down to its tailbone, outlining its curves.

Ba Di opened his mouth sleepily and let out a long yawn. A few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away with his hand, closed his mouth, and his eyes regained their calm and resolute expression as they opened and closed, a thoughtful look flashing across them.

He hadn't done such a lazy, human-like movement in a long time.

He stepped onto the ground, and a needle-like sensation shot up from the soles of his feet, pricking his entire body through every pore.

It's somewhat like those exaggerated scenes in cartoons where the skin gets prickly and wavy from being stimulated.

However, this is definitely more painful than any other.

Today, it was even more serious. He felt that his bones were sore and weak, as if they had no strength to produce blood. His bone marrow was sore and soft, and he felt very weak. It was worse than a high fever. This state made his body so tired that he didn't want to move. He just wanted to stay still and wait to melt away.

Similarly, at the deepest part, there is a surge of abundant power, as if separated by a box, with different conditions, weak and strong, as strange as the left hand being weak and withered, while the right hand is strong and robust.

He glanced at Raven's smooth back, her waist arched like a shrimp, with a slight curve bulging from her smooth skin, extending down to her lumbar spine where her neck was curled up.

It is breathing evenly.

The room was slightly warm, with a refreshing incense scent, combined with the fragrance of the bedding, which resembled sandalwood. It was a warm, comforting, and refreshing aroma that soothed the mind and body.

She's very thin!

Suddenly, the thought popped into Ba Di's head that Raven was very thin. He had no other thought; he just felt that Raven was very thin when he saw her like that.

Of course, he always knew that the Raven was very thin.

After watching for a while, and seeing how even Raven's breathing seemed to become uneven, Ba Di withdrew his gaze, took a step, and supported himself as he walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

As he passed through the living room, he noticed two documents neatly arranged on the glass coffee table through the dim lighting.

The Fifteenth Floor is off-limits unless you are invited and authorized. Even the newly recruited secretariat of Ba Di are not allowed to enter without an invitation.

Only various Hera can freely enter and exit.

This is obviously information from yesterday regarding Barry Allen and Hal Jordan of Central City.

Ba Di stopped walking towards the bathroom, stepped off the sofa, moved diagonally to the front, and then sat down heavily on the sofa, making the gray-white leather sofa sag and straighten his back.

He picked up the yellow folder, "Barry Allen," from the glass coffee table, opened it, and looked at it with a calm expression.

In the quiet, dimly lit room, the only sound was the rustling of him turning the pages of the documents.

After reading through all the information Leon could find about Barry Allen, a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes.

This document... is too rudimentary.

It was so rudimentary that it seemed to have been hastily put together to appease himself. The addresses of various Barry Allen were sometimes vague and sometimes clear, sometimes they didn't even have any ancestors, and sometimes there were descriptions of his parents in detail. It was as rudimentary as a third-rate novel that had been hastily pieced together.

Leon would absolutely not dare to be so perfunctory. Moreover, he is not the kind of person who does things carelessly; given his personality, he wouldn't write such a simplistic document riddled with repetitive flaws.

"What happened?"

Subconsciously, Ba Di supported his left hand with his right hand, rubbing his thumb against his palm as he pondered.

Without thinking for long, he picked up another document about Hal Jordan and began flipping through it in the quiet space.

After reading it.

Like Barry Allen's document, it was wooden, lifeless writing, unlike Nasus's usual personality, where he always liked to add his own subjective opinions.

At any given moment, he would say something like, "I think..."

This applies even to written reports.

However, what is written here is what I know, what I think, some unrealistic inferences.

This has already triggered the reflex arc mechanism that Ba Di set up in their heads.

By granting them superpowers, Ba Di also strengthened their loyalty. Subconsciously, he transmitted information mechanisms that protected them, preventing machines and psychics from reading their brain information. Forcibly reading it would only trigger self-destruction.

There is no doubt that this document was written by Nasus.

only.

It was a data report made when he was not lucid and his consciousness was blurred.

Leon and Nasus.

They've been taken into custody.

They weren't being mind-read; they were simply being controlled. That's why they didn't die; it was just that a misleading information mechanism was triggered.

But why confuse the public and do these pointless things?

What's the point of producing over three hundred profiles of Barry Allen and over two hundred profiles of Hal Jordan? It's completely meaningless.

Ba Di narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is meaningless! Meaningless things will make a smart person suspicious and doubtful, so they will investigate thoroughly and understand before they feel at ease, which will undoubtedly take some time.

This was merely a casual arrangement made by the controller.

They're just trying to buy some time! "The Justice League... isn't it still missing its most important members?"

Jor-El exists! Because of Jor-El, I don't trust anyone on this earth; anyone could be someone I sent.

The controller needs time! He needs time to gain Jor-El's trust in order to save Clark!