Daniel's underground warehouse.
With the steam swirling around, there was much less dust. Even the tarp covering the parked aircraft had been blown up.
"I never thought I'd be repairing Archimedes."
Daniel held a wrench as he reinstalled the power core of the Archimedes Aircraft. The thing actually ran on fuel.
"There are plenty of things you never imagined. If you don't want this aircraft anymore, can you give it to me? I'll put it in a museum!"
Miao Mu sat on the railing beside him with a coffee and a slice of toast, eating without the slightest sense of restraint.
Doctor Strange stood with his arms crossed, considering things. He could open a portal to Antarctica, but he couldn't guarantee the landing point.
"Lex Luthor provided some intelligence. The mastermind behind the Pyramid Consortium's plans—the real wealthy man." Batman walked over with a computer in hand.
Well, compared to Ozymandias, who had been raking in money by the fistful since the Cold War era, following the political route and amassing enormous wealth...
Even Gotham's richest man felt the pressure.
"What we need is his exact address. Otherwise, is it Antarctica or the Arctic? All I can think of is ice and snow!"
Miao Mu said as he bit into his toast.
Little did he know, those words made Batman and Doctor Strange's expressions change. They had truly experienced ice and snow.
"All information related to Veidt has now been completely erased. Lex Luthor is manually sorting through the paper archives one by one. There'll be results tomorrow."
"Get some sleep, everyone." Miao Mu yawned and looked at Daniel, who was repairing Archimedes.
"Let me borrow your couch for a nap. Wake me when it's time to leave. Oh, and you can mail the bill for repairing the aircraft to