Chapter 164

For the green inflammation, Luke was more awed than pleased.

If kryptonians are the pinnacle of the body in the DC world, the green flame is the limit of the soul. Luke has never seen anyone who can persist for three seconds under the attack of the green flame.

If it's just a superpower, it can at least trace back to the source, but it's not.

Luke doesn't know how this thing came from or what the meaning of its existence is. Although he can master it skillfully, he often keeps away from it.

No way, it is too terrible, can be said to be the nemesis of all organic life.

As velon's soul becomes fuel, all her memories become part of Luke's body.

Luke is not interested in peeping into other people's lives. After he gets the scientific knowledge he needs, he turns his memory to the picture of Veron before his death: short man, big head, bald, half squinting eyes, and his expression tends to be indifferent

Luke picked up his pencil and drew his face on the paper.

"EVA, find this man."

Soon, a personal file appeared on the virtual screen,

"Hector Hammond, 33, graduated from Harvard University, Professor of cell biology, father Adam Hammond, a Democratic congressman, a former head of coastal city, now works in the Department of defense."

In addition to the main information, the following also records Hector Hammond's personal habits, hobbies, childhood experience, youth experience, economic status, social status and so on.

Luke looked at it carefully and put it aside.

No matter what Hector becomes, parallax demon or parallax monster, it has nothing to do with him. He has more important things to deal with now.

There is a obsession hidden in everyone's heart. Even if the soul dies, the obsession will not disappear. So does velon. As her soul is engulfed by Luke, the obsession buried in her heart has become a thorny problem that Luke has to deal with.

Unlike the earth, zamaran is an absolute matriarchal society, where women are the eldest and men are the only tools to provide sperm, less than 5% of the total population.

You're right. There are only five men in a hundred zamarens. On average, one man has to deal with 20 women. Isn't it very sexual? Are you looking forward to it?

Unfortunately, the gap between ideal and reality is just like the difference between wanghong and Fengjie. In zamalen society, the same sex is the mainstream, while the opposite sex is just a replacement process for breeding population in a special period. In some tribes, heterosexuality is even labeled as vulgar and despised by everyone.

Zamaran men can't find a heterosexual partner in their whole life, so they can only go away on the way to stir up excrement sticks and never return them.

Velon's lover is a woman. Like her, she is a member of the purple Lantern Corps. When she was ambushed on a mission, her body was blown away and only half of her head was left.

Veron can't accept that his beloved leaves her, so he turns half of his head into a brain like existence, hoping to revive her in some way in the future.

This kind of behavior is taboo in zamaran and is absolutely not allowed.

Knowing that he would not hide it for long, velon volunteered to go to other galaxies with his lover's head in search of the Queen's successor.

"Love? Resurrection? "

Luke shakes his head, returns to the second floor, opens the hidden door of the metal ball, and takes out a well preserved culture tank.

"Is it your obsession?"

Looking at half of his head in the green liquid, Luke was speechless.

Resurrection?

I'm kidding. Half of my head is left and my memory is gone. How can I revive? Even with cloning, it's someone else.

If not resurrected, that obsession will remain in my mind, tossing people can't sleep.

"That's the trouble."

Luke scratched his hair. His skull hurt.

……

Steven Martin, a busy day in the FBI's seaside city office, leans back in his chair, remembering the day's events.

The meteorite case is still unknown. Now there is a mummy case.

All the people in the police station are the losers. If they can't find out by themselves, they throw the case out. They really regard the FBI as the fire fighting center.

"Waste, all waste!"

Steven kicked the chair off with one foot and put his hands on his hips. He looked very upset.

The Deputy whispered, "head, the headquarters are here."

Steven nodded, dressed, and took some of his men to the conference room on the fourth floor.

Push open the door, but see a figure should not appear,

"Amanda Waller?"

Amanda calmly held out her right hand. "Hello."

Steven didn't shake hands with her. He looked to the front of the conference table and looked at the old white man with gold glasses. The old man's name was Walker tyron. He was one of the three assistants to the current director of the FBI, who was mainly responsible for the liaison and security work in the Western states.

"Sir, if I remember correctly, today is an internal meeting."

"Amanda has a special investigation order from the White House," Walker said in silenceSteven said nothing more and sat down in his own chair. Amanda sat opposite him.

After everyone was seated, Walker said slowly,

"today's meeting mainly discusses two points: first, the meteorite case; second, the dry corpse case."

"Steven, go ahead."

Steven takes a look at Amanda Waller, goes to the computer, and sends the collected information, including eyewitness statements, scene photos, post analysis, case reasoning and other information to the screen. All the information comes together and finally becomes two photos.

One is Luke and the other is Carol Ferris.

Amanda said in a deep voice, "it seems that our goals are the same."

After that, take out a few copies and pass them to the FBI chief.

After reading the information, Steven frowned together,

"Carol Ferris is a woman of purple light. We just doubt it. There is no evidence. Do you have any?"

"No

Steven sneered, "I dare to make such an inference without any evidence. Hehe, it's the same as before."

"Reasonable inference will come true in the end."

Amanda's answer is like her way of doing things, simple and straight to the point.

Vogel closed the document, "Carol Ferris is the only daughter of Carl Ferris, chairman of Ferris airlines. Now she is the chief executive of the company. Ferris Airlines has close cooperation with the Ministry of defense. In order to capture her, there must be conclusive evidence that she made the meteorite." After a pause, he added solemnly,

"no evidence, no action."

Amanda was silent. After a moment, she said, "her boyfriend Luke Shaw is a good target."

Hearing this, Steven began to laugh strangely. Not only he, but the other FBI agents in the room cracked their mouths and made heartless mockery.

Amanda looks a little ugly,

"if you are dissatisfied with me, just say it, there is no need to laugh at a black woman who is willing to pay her life for the country."