The far side of the moon.
Inside the Nite Owl's sanctuary, Nite Owl sat at the control panel, intently watching the images on the screen.
The teleportation base that he had painstakingly built over several years had completely disappeared.
Backup satellites transmit images back from high altitude.
The original underground base is now just a huge void, with the surrounding rock layers scorched into crystals by the high temperature, and all energy reactions have ceased.
The life signals of Superwoman, Power Ring, Death Stormfront, and Atomica all disappeared a few minutes ago.
The Nite Owl was not surprised by this.
He simply replayed the battle log again.
From the first round of saturation bombardment, to the Superwoman and her group starting their siege, and finally to the signal interruption, he dissected all the data frame by frame.
It has no weaknesses.
At least, with the technology currently available to the Crime Syndicate, no weaknesses can be found that can be exploited.
The enemy withstood the concentrated bombardment of thousands of railguns without sustaining any damage. Even after Atomica entered its body, it only lasted for less than a second.
This demonstrates that the man's strength was not limited to physical defense.
Each of his cells could potentially possess the ability to fight back independently.
What's even more troublesome is the process of devouring.
Nite Owl stared at the remaining black and red substance on the screen and at Chen Mo, who clearly understood something after devouring several people. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
The result is already clear.
They not only died.
Moreover, their memories and abilities have become a part of each other.
"What an ingenious biological weapon, capable of even transcending the limitations of different worlds."
After praising Chen Mo, Nite Owl continued his own thoughts, considering what would happen if the other party could acquire his memories.
This means that all publicly known base coordinates and backup routes of the Crime Syndicate are no longer absolutely safe.
Nite Owl shut down the battle screen and brought up the intelligence files for Marvel Earth.
That world is not normal.
Besides Chen Mo, there's Iron Man with his armor strangely enhanced strength, and a race of gods from Asgard, or rather, aliens who call themselves gods.
It feels like its stats aren't as good as the Ultraman, but it doesn't have any obvious weaknesses either.
Individually, each of these people could probably be dealt with.
But they both exist on the same planet.
Continuing the intrusion is pointless.
This is not conquest.
It's delivered to your door.
The Nite Owl made its judgment.
All direct confrontation strategies must be abandoned.
He raised his right hand and entered three separate passwords on the side of the control panel.
At another base, a sealed culture chamber slowly rose up.
The white mist dissipated.
Inside the cultivation chamber lay another Nite Owl.
The same body, the same face, even the memories in the brain were updated to the minute before the teleportation base was destroyed.
This is the clone he prepared for himself.
The stand-in is unaware that he is a stand-in.
Only in this way can he show a sufficiently genuine reaction when faced with mental reading.
Nite Owl pressed the start button.
The man in the incubation chamber opened his eyes.
"Base situation."
His voice was calm, indistinguishable from his true self.
A mechanical beeping sound immediately followed.
"The intruders are approaching this base and are expected to arrive in thirty-seven seconds."
The clone Nite Owl immediately stood up and grabbed the armor beside him.
"Activate the defense system and prepare a negotiation plan."
Deep within the moon, the real Nite Owl watched this scene without uttering a word.
Base Two contains his complete battle armor, spare equipment, as well as a large amount of real intelligence and traces of his life.
From any angle, it looked like a last refuge.
If Chen Mo devours the substitute, he will gain a complete and self-consistent set of memories.
In that memory, the Nite Owl had no other backup, nor a third shelter.
This cannot fool the other party forever.
But if we can gain even a few minutes, that's enough.
Nite Owl reached under the table and opened a hidden compartment, taking out a strangely shaped communicator.
The communicator had no screen; its surface was covered with grayish-white bone plates, and a constantly shrinking black crystal was embedded in its center.
This item does not belong to the Crime Syndicate.
It was through this that someone handed him cross-disciplinary technology and coordinates.
That person never showed up.
During each communication, the other party will only provide the next instruction.
The Nite Owl hadn't cared before.
He used the other party's technology to conquer the world and get what he wanted. As for the other party's motives, that can be investigated later.
But now, he must reassess their relationship.
Did the other party already know that Chen Mo existed in this world?
If you know, why not remind them?
Are Crime Syndicate partners, or merely expendable tools used to test the level of danger?
Thinking of this, Nite Owl placed his finger on the black crystal, but did not press it down immediately.
Another monitoring screen suddenly lit up.
The gates to another base have been opened.
Chen Mo, hands in his pockets, slowly walked into the command room.
The cloned Nite Owl sat behind the control panel, his face completely hidden by a mask.
"You were faster than I expected."
"There's nothing I can do, your navigation isn't very reliable. I took two wrong turns."
Chen Mo looked around, then sat down across the table.
"Speak, Owl, what brings you here to discuss?"
The cloned Nite Owl did not activate its weapons.
He knew very well that it was just a waste of energy and his own life.
"This intrusion can be declared a failure. I can hand over all equipment, submit to you, and permanently transfer the access points controlled by the Crime Syndicate."
Chen Mo his chin on his hand, seemingly intrigued.
What are the conditions?
"Allow me to live."
The cloned Nite Owl pushed a set of coordinates to the center of the table and continued, "The real mastermind behind this invasion is someone else; I can help you find him."
Inside the lunar base, Nite Owl watched the monitors, his gaze unwavering.
The double is negotiating according to his thought process.
Every word is true.
This intelligence was enough for Chen Mo to turn his attention to the person behind the scenes.
The plan is going smoothly.
On the screen, Chen Mo picked up the coordinates and glanced at them casually.
"Sounds alright."
The cloned Nite Owl relaxed its body slightly and lowered its head in obedience.
I hope you make the right choice.
Chen Mo smiled and did not refute.
Seeing this, the Nite Owl finally removed his hand from the communicator.
The other party has already found a body double.
Even if he doesn't accept the negotiation, he will first read the body's memories. Then, he will have time to observe Chen Mo's actions before deciding whether to contact the other end of the communicator.
There's no need to reveal our location now.
Nite Owl was preparing to put away his communicator.
Just then, a familiar voice, tinged with a hint of casual laughter, suddenly rang out behind his chair, close to his ear.
"So that's why you left that piece of meat out there and were rambling on to me. Turns out you were hiding here trying to recruit people."
The Nite Owl stopped moving.
A hand reached out from behind his shoulder and pointed to the strange device on the table.
"Here, hand me an earphone too, let's listen together and see what kind of content your online presence is."
The Nite Owl's pupils began to tremble violently.
His fingers hovered over the communicator, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
Are you kidding me!