Target
Death Knell's heart sank, but his expression remained a cold, mocking laugh, "Would God be afraid of nuclear bombs? Would he be afraid of being discovered by the American Military to be an alien?"
Ba Di chuckled, "Scared?"
You can think of it that way.
Ba Di didn't explain much. The things he was going to do, and even the enemies he would have to deal with in the future, were terrifying enough to blow up the Earth with a flick of his wrist, and some could even Destruction galaxies.
These beings, including gods, demons, and monsters, are incredibly powerful, enough to terrify Earthlings to the point of utter destruction.
At this moment, you can never be too careful.
The caution we exercise now is merely a means to lie low and prepare ourselves for a future where we are strong enough to face any opponent.
Knowing that he could hide his alien identity, even if it was only for a few years, would have been enough for Ba Di to develop a powerful force and become strong enough to Destruction the intercontinent.
He had previously been openly leaping across Gotham and Metropolis just to lure them out, to test their tolerance for him, and to see if they would Destruction him even if it meant wiping out millions of people in the city with nuclear bombs, because of his power.
This is obviously being overly cautious, but for Ba Di, no amount of caution is excessive.
Because he came from a highly technological civilization, Krypton, one cannot be too careful.
Now it's discovered that they haven't paid any attention to themselves at all.
General Vick hid himself.
It would be foolish not to seize such an opportunity to develop oneself.
"I have planned your future path; you may one day accompany me to conquer the universe."
Ba Di said that his figure was majestic, standing tall as if he were stepping on the mountain peak, into the sky, into the starry universe.
"Time is running out. Let me go, and I'll intercept that film so your alien identity can be kept secret. Otherwise, once the upper echelons of the American Military find out your identity, you'll never have a moment's peace, and how can you talk about conquering the universe?"
Death Knell scoffed, thinking him arrogant and presumptuous, arguing that even with such power, he had no right to talk about conquering the universe.
Because he can only hide in the human world now.
Ba Di was not displeased; instead, he laughed.
"You know nothing about my abilities, but I can deduce from your few words who has the film."
Ba Di kept rubbing his right thumb against his left palm, which would raise his attention; it was his subconscious way of thinking.
The Death Knell closed its eyes and did not communicate with Ba Di.
He knew that Ba Di was exceptionally intelligent and was afraid that Ba Di would deduce the location of the film roll from a single word.
But he didn't realize that he had already said enough.
"This roll of film will be received at 9 p. m., and unlike General Vick, it will definitely be handed over directly to the American Military."
Ba Di's eyes were like black holes, deep and containing extraordinary wisdom. His wise eyes stared at Death Knell and he spoke the words Death Knell had once said.
Death Knell kept his eyes closed, unconvinced. These were indeed his words, his actions before killing Ba Di. He wanted to use them to threaten Ba Di, but Ba Di seemed to be still thinking and did not agree. So he closed his eyes and waited.
But I felt a chill in my body, as if I were slumped in the chair without any clothes on.
Ba Di stared intently at the Death Knell, his eyes never ceasing their penetrating gaze. Every vein and electrical current in the brain was clearly visible in his eyes; nothing could be hidden from them.
In Ba Di's eyes, Death Knell was now just a transparent human-shaped outline, with the veins and nerves inside forming a human form that he could see clearly.
"He's different from General Vick, different from General Vick. You mean, his personality is different from General Vick's? Why would he hand him over to the upper echelons of the American Military? He's a man who loves United States, so you're sure he would hand him over to the American Military."
Ba Di spoke, his eyes pierced through the nerve currents in Death Knell's body, causing them to surge slightly.
Although his heart was still steadily controlling his heartbeat, Ba Di had already used his X-ray vision to see the true reaction; Death Knell could control his heartbeat, but he could never control the nerve reactions in his mind.
Hearing familiar words and having a subconscious reaction is perfectly normal; it's something no one can control.
No one can lie to Bati.
"Patriot! He's different from General Vick in terms of personality, but someone who would get you to hand over the film to him and who would attract the attention of the upper echelons of the American Military must also have the same identity as General Vick, or at least the difference wouldn't be too great."
As Ba Di spoke, he noticed that the nerve currents in the closed-eyed Death Knell were flowing even faster.
A smile curled at the corners of Ba Di's mouth, which was enough to prove that his guess was correct.
"The person who received the film was also a general, a patriot, and a resident of the Metropolis."
On the surface, Death Knell remained completely still, even his heartbeat and pulse remained suppressed as usual. He dared not even think about what Ba Di had said, lest he trigger a physical reflex. But in Ba Di's eyes, the nerve currents were already surging, confirming this fact.
Ba Di, with his keen observation skills and a brain far more powerful than modern computers, instantly saw through the flaws in Death Knell's words, deduced who would receive the film, and became absolutely certain by observing Death Knell's internal neural responses.
He turned away from the Death Knell in front of him, walked to the landline phone hanging on the wall, and dialed a number directly.
The background music coming through the receiver was a mix of drums, rock music, a woman's shrill voice, and the sound of someone stomping on the ground. Clearly, someone on the other end of the line was having a party and having a good time.
One can imagine that the person answering the phone was hiding in a corner to avoid being too noisy and upsetting Ba Di.
"Boss, I was trying to sell Sildenafil to the higher-ups. They said they'd be willing to try it, but we'll decide on a collaboration after seeing the results. I'm not using public funds for food, drinks, entertainment, or parties!"
The tense voice belonged to Nuo Yi, the original owner of the biotechnology company that Ba Di had purchased.
Nuo Yi was never the type of person to manage a company or do research, but he had some knowledge of diplomacy, the wealthy elite, the nobility, and even the entire Metropolis.
Ba Di was good at recognizing talent, so he hired Sildenafil, a diplomat for the Cosmic Biotechnology Company, and allocated some money to him to cultivate relationships with the upper class, which also made it easier for his company to penetrate the upper echelons of the Metropolis.
When it comes to knowing people in the Metropolis, this Nuo Yi knows them all.
Before Ba Di could speak, Nuo Yi was about to declare his achievements.
"Boss, I've heard that the ' Family ' group knows you came from the Suicide Slum and they're going to make things difficult for you. They're saying they want you to kowtow and confess your sins and apologize to them. If you don't come, the entire ' Family ' will put pressure on the company, turning us into beggars that everyone tramples on and spits on in the Metropolis, and finally breaking our legs and throwing us into the Atlantic Ocean."
Nuo Yi's protruding belly twitched with alarm, and the thought that his boss had dragged down his two hundred pounds of flesh made him quite apprehensive.
He spent a considerable amount of time in the upper echelons of the Metropolis, and although his career has ended, he still knows a great deal. The ' Family ' is even clearer to him, because more than a decade ago, he was once a member, but he squandered the family fortune and was expelled from the Family.
Ba Di remained calm, not taking it to heart at all. Compared to the American Military, these capitalists' commercial attacks were insignificant.
"Nuo Yi, don't worry, they can't touch us. I've recently researched a new drug and intend to contact people in the military. There are military personnel in Metropolis now, and they will be the company's backers," Ba Di said indifferently, casually making up a flawless lie.
Nuo Yi was overjoyed. It turned out that the BOSS had the military backing him up. No wonder he could so recklessly wipe out the Suicide Slum.
"I know the Drayton Family, the Marion Family, and the Grotte Family. Boss, I'm familiar with some of the second-generation rich kids they often hang out with," Nuo Yi said solicitously.
"Hmm," Ba Di responded, then asked, "Are these all the military Family in Metropolis?"
Nuo Yi added, "No, there's also the Lane Family. The Lane Family has strict rules and they don't bother to associate with us second-generation kids. In recent years, a lieutenant general has emerged from the family, who is qualified to be promoted to general. I can't get in touch with them."
Ba Di raised an eyebrow.
The Lane Family!
He did know of a future famous guy who had a lot of opinions about Superman.
"The Lane Family, what's that lieutenant general's name?" Ba Di asked.
"Sam Lane," Nuo Yi said. "I've heard this guy is tough to deal with, Boss. He's so young but acts like an old fogey. It's hard to get on his good side."
Upon hearing Sam Lane's name, Death Knell felt a chill run down his spine, his entire body felt heavy, and even his closed eyelids twitched involuntarily.
"Oh, then he must be very patriotic!" Ba Di asked with a smile, slightly teasing.
Nuo Yi rolled his eyes and said, " Among Metropolis the military Family in Metropolitan, only Family with so many rules is the most loyal to the United States. To put it bluntly, some people call their Family United States's loyal dogs."
Ba Di chuckled, "That doesn't sound good. Let's continue to expand the company's business. Come back and ask me for reimbursement for whatever you've spent."
Nuo Yi was overjoyed and immediately bowed and scraped, saying that the BOSS was wise and mighty.
I hung up the phone.
Ba Di turned around, withdrew his X-ray vision, and Death Knell looked like a person again in his eyes.
"So it was Sam Lane. He is indeed the kind of person who would hand over my alien identity to the American Military," Ba Di said with a faint smile.
If you peel back the layers of a thing and get to the bottom of it, you'll find that it's actually quite simple.
However, if you are not smart enough, not meticulous enough, and not bold enough, you absolutely cannot do it.
At least Death Knell believed that it was absolutely impossible for him to deduce the target simply by speaking a few words or making a phone call.
He opened his eyes and gave Ba Di a deep look.
He... truly is like a god! "I lost." Death Knell closed his one eye tightly again, so tightly that it felt a little sore, and he mourned silently in his heart.
He exhaled a breath of dejection, and slumped limply in the chair, utterly devoid of any vitality.
He lost.
We lost completely.
He had no bargaining chips, no chance, and no possibility of getting Ba Di to let him go.
"Don't worry, you won't die, nor will I study you. You will still be free, and you may even continue to oppose me in the future."
Ba Di walked up behind him and chopped the bewildered Death Knell unconscious with a chop to the neck.
The night was dark, the starry sky was clear and bright, and the stars were beautiful.
A villa with blue and white exterior walls, a solemn and spacious villa.
A yellow document bag was peeking out of the mailbox.
Sam Lane entered through the door, casually took the paper bag from the mailbox, and looked somewhat puzzled.
Who would deliver a document bag at night? He pondered for a moment, opened the villa door, greeted his daughter, temporarily placed the bag on the shoe cabinet, picked up his daughter, and nuzzled her face against hers.
The daughter giggled.