Metropolis.
After looking at Lex Luthor's gleaming bald head, Miao Mu forcibly restrained his restless curiosity and stopped himself from reaching out to touch it.
He really was curious. That head was so smooth that not even a hair follicle could be seen. What would it feel like to touch?
But that would definitely be... offensive.
Even Lex Luthor seemed to sense something. When he came downstairs with Miao Mu, he put on a black baseball cap.
"The military wants them captured alive. They don't need any Superman. Those people are confident, and they have the ability. What do you think?"
Lex Luthor sat in the elevator, pressing a signal jammer shaped like a car key, using the elevator's movement to conceal their actions.
LexCorp had secured most of the Department of Defense's arms contracts and was already deeply tied to the military.
Lex Luthor himself was also one of the Department of Defense's advisers.
Naturally, he knew what the United States military had in its hands, such as a certain green-skinned refugee from Mars, along with several others.
Lex Luthor did not want to imagine what those mad scientists might do, but precisely because he knew, he had asked.
Miao Mu stood nearby with both hands in his pockets, speaking indifferently. "If they can handle it, then I have no problem with it. But do you really believe they can settle all this instead of screwing people over while they bicker among themselves?"
He had no desire to overestimate the bottom line of those Congress old men, unless they were all tied to explosives and blown to hell together.
Lex Luthor raised an eyebrow. "They wouldn't send in the Navy SEALs, would they? Other than wasting lives, that would..."
Lex Luthor fell silent. He understood some people's bottom line