The Richest Man in the DC World

A video is playing in the main control room.

In the video, Luke, wearing a ghost armor, is standing beside General Zod, with the AK rifle in his hand against the latter's forehead, looking at his posture, he may shoot at any time.

"Kara, do you want to stop it?"

Linda, who had an ugly face, was silent, and her eyes flashed an indescribably complicated look.

Luke, are you really going to shoot?

...

Death is a very strange event.

People with different experiences have different views on it. The poor people who have a bad life and have nowhere to live don’t care about life and death. People who fully enjoy material and spiritual life cherish their own lives. The former has too little, and the latter has too much. .

Drew Zod is a different kind of person.

He doesn't care about enjoyment or money status. He is a pioneer with absolute national spirit and a great mission. He is determined to give everything for the future of Krypton, even if he loses his life.

Therefore, he is not afraid of death, but he cannot die.

The cause of rebuilding civilization has just started. If he is dead, who can take up this responsibility, and it is impossible to count on the soft bastards of the Aier family.

A variety of emotions were entangled together, so a strange scene appeared.

Zod's face was sullen, his eyes widened with anger, as if he was going to eat people, but his eyes were full of pity and unwillingness to die before his ambition.

Such expressions should be made into oil paintings and exhibited in museums.

Lukla unbolted the gun and put his finger on the trigger, killing intent intensified.

"General, do you have any last words?"

Zod can't take it, he can die, but not now,

"How can you let me go!"

The hoarse voice echoed in the room, like a frail tiger begging for mercy from a fox, Luke couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth upturned, his eyes narrowed, indescribable pleasure.

Linda, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded.

Krypton's highest military commander, Drew Zod, who is known for his power and brutality, actually begged for mercy!

Why is this happening?

Linda didn't like General Zod, or even disgusted, but as a Kryptonian, she never wanted to see such a scene.

A military commander of a higher civilization actually bowed his head to the natives of a lower civilization. This is not a matter between the two, but a friction between civilizations.

Luke smiled lightly, "Can I consider the General's words to be a begging for mercy?"

Zod closed his eyes, shaking violently with shame.

"It seems that the general is not convinced, otherwise, you put on your combat uniform and let's compete again, if you can win me, I will let you go, if you lose, I will kill your three men, how about it? "

Zod took a deep breath, endured the anger in his heart, and said word by word,

"If you want to humiliate me, come here."

Luke clapped and clapped,

"A general is a general. At this point, you can still maintain your tolerance. I admire it."

"Actually, as far as I am concerned, I don't want to kill people. After all, you are one of Linda's few compatriots. She must be very uncomfortable to kill you. However, some things must be made clear."

Luke took a step back, put away the AK rifle, and the killing intent dissipated, "I am a pragmatist with clear grievances. In short, as long as there are no issues of principle, interests can be exchanged."

"General, what are you going to use in exchange for the lives of yourself and your subordinates?"

Hearing this sentence, Zod breathed a sigh of relief and said condensedly,

"What do you think of."

"Something of the same value, plus part of the mental damage fee."

Cunning earthlings.

Zod scolded, something of equal value sounds simple, but it is very complicated to calculate, and what is more important than life.

"What the hell do you want?"

Luke rubbed his hands, rather embarrassed,

"General,

Ask you a question, what is the most precious thing to say to a person? "

Zod frowned slightly, not understanding what the other party was thinking, and replied,

"glory!"

"No, no."

Luke shook his head again and again, "Glory is limited to the army, and I'm not a soldier. What do you want it to do, guess."

Zod snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and stopped talking. He didn't want to play such a clumsy and childish game.

Luke sighed, "The character of a general is suitable for the battlefield, but it is not suitable for being a leader. If you are someone else's boss, you will implicate a group of people."

"Since the general is not interested in guessing puzzles, then I will say it bluntly. For a person, the most precious thing is of course his life. If his life is gone, what else does it mean."

"So, I don't want anything else, just my life."

"Your men are brave and fearless, strong and decisive, with extremely high overall quality. They are rare good soldiers and rare bodyguards. I admire them very much, especially Fiora, Edwin, Hill, and Groot. Give them to me and I'll let you go."

Zod couldn't help laughing, as if he had heard the funniest joke,

"Earth people, Kryptonian soldiers will never betray their generals, let alone surrender to the lower natives. It is never possible for them to become your subordinates!"

Luke shook his head and said, "The general may not know much about the earth. We have a kind of magic that can reverse the minds of others and turn them into puppets that only obey their masters. The only disadvantage is that during the casting process, the other party cannot resist. ."

Luke leaned down and whispered in Zod's ear,

"And I happen to know this kind of magic, General, understand what I mean!"

"Don't think about it!"

Zod was furious, struggling, and the hospital bed shook, "Don't try to enslave my compatriots with goddamn witchcraft, I won't agree to it if I die."

"Don't say it so ugly, it's just control, not slavery. Besides, there are nine of you. I only need four, four for five, and you still earn one, don't you?"

"roll!"

Snapped!

Luke slapped him on the face, grabbed his throat with his right hand and dragged him in front of him, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the terrifying breath was oppressed like a tsunami.

"Drew Zod, who do you think you are, General Krypton? I bah! You are a cowardly incompetent waste, a genetically unsound idiot, and there are not 10,000 people like you on Earth, but 8,000. Lao Tzu only called you a general because of Linda's sake, and you really consider yourself a person."

Snapped!

With another slap, half of Zod's face immediately turned purple.

"Tell you, I'm going to make a decision. It doesn't matter if you don't agree. I try one by one. If anyone disagrees, I'll poke a hole in you to see if they dare to resist."

After he finished speaking, he punched him in the head, making the person's eyes glow with golden light, making him dizzy, and then he released the lock on the hospital bed and walked out with his neck pulled.

The situation was changing so fast that Linda didn't have time to react. Seeing that Luke's methods were getting more and more cruel, he quickly stood up. At this moment, the form changed again.

Zod seemed to realize something, hugged the legs of the table with both hands, and let Luke beat him, but he just didn't let go,

Luke said speechlessly, "General, why bother, you have already lost, and failure requires the consciousness of a loser. Procrastinating like this will only make me look down on you."

"Let them go!"

Zod raised his head, his eyes darkened,

"As long as you let them go, you can take everything from me."