I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1020 The Big Black Hand of the Pentagon
Nine hundred and ninety-nine per thousand, almost 99%, but it is not 100%, its tenth power is 100%, that is to say, if Mungo is allowed to participate in human rights activities 99 times a day, then he has 10% chance of escaping.

The expected value of his escape is one hundred days, just over three months.

"This time Mungo escaped from prison, it was during the process of going out to let the wind go. The cell designed by Mister Miracle was useless, and the white dwarf restraint device was torn." Clark said with a complicated expression.

Harry said with a smile: "As long as you let him move, it is equivalent to giving him a chance. The more times you move and the greater the range, the greater the chance of him escaping from prison.

The greater the 'mongo state entropy', the greater the chance that he will go wrong.

This theory applies not only to Mongo, but to all super criminals. "

"What if you don't let Mungo leave the cell and deprive him of the opportunity to let him go?" Clark asked.

Harry shook his head and said, "It's useless, the Alien Crimes Act is a system, and it also represents an ideological attitude.

Its essence is respect for life.

The human rights of the living are worth thousands of dollars, but the dead have no human rights of a dime.

When you are alive, it gives you great power. When you are killed, when you die and become a dead person, you immediately lose all power. The living criminal who killed you enjoys great power.

If you don't let Mungo leave the cell, do you want to deprive him of the right to eat, go to the bathroom, move his hands and feet, and maintain his health?

If you deprive him of all normal activities, tie him to the electric chair with chains, and if he dares to move, his head will explode, and he will be sparked.
Then his state always remains one, and the entropy is zero, which can indeed guarantee that he cannot escape.

But the problem is, doing this is completely against the Alien Crimes Act, and the point of your insisting on this bill in the first place is gone.

It's better to sentence him to death directly and give him death, don't torture him, it will appear more merciful. "

Clark was lost in thought.

It seemed like a new theory, Louise realized.

When she became interested, she immediately put her head in front of the phone camera and asked, "You mean, the "Alien Crimes Act" is only effective for ordinary people, but it has no effect on extraordinary people, whether they are aliens or not? why?"

"How do you define an 'extraordinary'?" Before she could answer, Harley said herself: "An extraordinary person must have extraordinary abilities—the ability to surpass ordinary people's understanding and common sense.

Even ordinary people can escape from prison. For extraordinary people, an opportunity that is not an opportunity can also become an opportunity.

The prison guards who imprison them are ordinary people, how can you let ordinary people imagine extraordinary means? "

"How to change this? Is this an unsolvable problem?" Louise frowned.

Harley said without hesitation: "The solution is very simple, just re-legislate against people with super powers.

The root cause of American super criminals reappearing from time to time is the country's laws, which are set up for ordinary people and do not apply to superpowers.

For example, put a soul-shattering bomb in the head of every super criminal, and it will explode immediately when it leaves the prison wall.

Even if the prisoners are not provided with handcuffs, shackles and special cells, you can see who dares to escape from the prison.

The technology of installing a bomb in the head is very simple for the present earth.

But this is against the law.

Today's law not only protects people's lives and property, it pays more attention to human rights.

Human rights are even higher than the overall interests of the entire society.

Because the makers of the law are individuals, the social elites of the United States, they certainly do not want their will to be overwhelmed and replaced by the collective masses. "

"Do you support special legislation for superpowers, and the establishment of a bill that protects collective power in society and suppresses individual power?" Clark asked.

"Of course. I don't support it. I am legislating against myself. There is something wrong with it!" Harry said naturally.

"If anyone dared to plant a bomb in the head of a super criminal, 'Mr. Quinn' would definitely impeach him in Congress," she added.

The corner of Clark's mouth twitched, "I thought you really wanted to set up a death sentence for super criminals."

"No, I take the same position as you superheroes."

— We can't do without a super criminal.

You need them to maintain a superhero career, I need them to do things to accumulate experience, and then I will harvest them.

"That's not what you said before." Clark said.

Halle sighed: "I am also a human being. Humans have two hearts, conscience and selfishness. My conscience tells me that harsh punishments for super criminals are conducive to protecting the interests of most ordinary people."

Clark felt a little uncomfortable. According to her, they opposed the death penalty for superheroes, which was contrary to her conscience. Did they put the safety of the people at risk?
But their original intention is to respect life and hope to give everyone a chance to reform themselves.

Harry could see he wasn't feeling well.

She also made him uncomfortable on purpose.

"Hey, it's ironic, isn't it? I'm a 'reactionary' of superpowers, but I insist on setting up a bill that treats superhumans harshly, just for the general public.

The Justice League is a representative of justice and justice, but they refuse to take their own lives as superpowers.

We did what the other side should do. You are progressives, and you should insist on reforming yourself to show your fearless "lonely brave" spirit.

I am a reactionary official, a big reactionary capitalist, and the overlord, but I have become a lone brave man. What the hell is wrong with this world! "

Clark's cheeks flushed, and he wanted to refute loudly that he did not do "reactionary" things.

But even if Harley exaggerated, it's not that Zhenglian didn't consider the public, but in fact, she was right.

Louise said in a deep voice: "If the harsh punishment of criminals with super powers is beneficial to ordinary people, why does the representative of ordinary people, the national government, hold the opposite attitude to you?

The "Alien Crime Act" was not formulated by Zhenglian, Zhenglian only expressed support, and the people who formulated it were ordinary people's legal experts. "

"Can the U.S. government represent ordinary people? Are you kidding me? Even the people of the U.S. don't think so." Halle sneered.

Louise choked for a moment, "The U.S. government certainly does not represent the interests of superpowers."

"The topic is too far away. It's boring to talk. If it's okay, should I hang up?"

Clark really wanted to talk to her about Mungo and "Revolution" in detail, after all, the problem had not been resolved.

But when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say or where to say it.

Harry had made it clear.

That night, Clark tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Others who suffer from insomnia like him include Batterman, Firestorm and Mr. Excellence.

Batterman suffered from insomnia for the same reason as Clark.

Firestorm and Mr. Excellence had trouble sleeping and eating, because they somehow became Mungo's watchmen.

Not only are they currently stationed outside Meng Ge's temporary cell, but they will also be responsible for any future escapes.

In fact, the Pentagon and the White House bosses also have trouble sleeping.

The next afternoon, General Lane came to Quinn Manor in person.

"Harry, Mungo escaped from prison and killed so many people, what do you think should be done with him?"

"This is really strange. The Alien Crimes Act is there, and I'm not a lawyer."

General Ryan smiled bitterly: "If you act according to the law, why should I come to you? I also know that you are not a lawyer."

Harry didn't answer or speak.

General Ryan had no choice but to express his purpose directly in a tactful tone: "Harry, in terms of seeing and seeing, neither the Pentagon nor the Justice League are as good as you.

If according to your previous plan, let Meng Ge die of illness in prison, how many innocent families will be spared the pain of losing their father, son and husband.

The Justice League killed Jim Gordon, and indirectly killed nearly 2000 people this time. "

Harry smiled strangely: "Why, do you want Gordon to try again?"

General Lane nodded quickly, and then asked in doubt: "Isn't Gordon dead, can you still try?"

Harley didn't explain what happened to Gordon, but shook her head and said, "After Gordon died, I swore to myself that those who stopped him from 'Dream Slaying the Dragon' would pay their due price, so I won't do anything to Mungo again." shot."

"What does it have to do with making the Justice League pay the price and taking a shot at Mungo?" General Ryan asked in confusion.

Harley laughed and said, "The connection is too great, if you want to deal with the heroes of the Justice League, it's useless to kill people.

Destroying their bodies only made their will and beliefs stronger.

And many heroes are my friends, how can I hurt my friends?
You can't kill, you can only kill your heart.

If I let Mungo die of illness, they would blame me for a while, and then they would breathe a sigh of relief, completely throwing away the mental and physical burden of 'worrying about Mungo escaping again'. "

"So, you were the one who went after Mungo, but you didn't take the opportunity to kill him?"

General Ryan scolded the pervert in his heart, while saying that he couldn't bear to hurt his friends, while using the most severe means to punish their hearts.

"I can't let Mongo die of illness, but you can, it's not technically difficult." Harry smiled strangely.

"We." General Ryan hesitated.

"Look for the Shadow Bureau, they are all masters of black magic." Harry said.

"It's not because of technology, but because we did it, which is tantamount to committing a big taboo." General Ryan said slowly.

"What's the taboo? Even the president of the United States can 'open his mind'. How many times have you assassinated the president of the southern country?"

General Ryan said solemnly: "The president is just an ordinary person, and his methods of revenge are also ordinary, and he can't compare with a super criminal.

If the government quietly murdered super criminals in prisons, it would be the same as "opening the mind", and it would become the consensus of the whole world.

For our own safety, super criminals will definitely attack us.

The government can't bear it. "

"So, you guys come to me and want me to carry it? Am I being taken advantage of?" Harry sneered.

"No one dares to trouble you with the head iron."

Harry sneered a few times, and asked, "Now that I have made my attitude clear, what are you going to do?"

General Ryan said helplessly: "No one can force you. If you don't do it, the Pentagon can only do it. Well, maybe Wade can take the blame."

"Which Wade?"

"One of my old subordinates was in charge of the Super Powered Crime Defense Division before. He blamed Major Magic, failed to seize the Green Lantern inheritance, and was dismissed from his position.

Let him return to his original post, and he and the defense department will bear this burden. "

At the end, General Ryan had a relaxed smile on his face.

"You seem impatient, is there any reason I don't know?"

General Lane nodded and said: "If Mungo doesn't touch 'our' war fortress, the military won't be in a hurry to kill.

He dared to attack the fortress, and he has the highest authority that even steel bones cannot close. We are not at ease if he is not dead. "

Harley suddenly realized that people on Earth know what kind of virtue American guys have. For an arms order worth billions of dollars, or an energy market worth tens of billions, a war of annihilation can be launched. The value of a war fortress.
Even if it becomes the "Witch Harley Battle Damaged Edition" and placed in the "seafood market" in the universe, at least ten literary stars can be exchanged.

Now that mere alien devils and alien prisoners dare to threaten the interests of "the United States" worth ten literary stars, it is no wonder that the Pentagon has no black hands.

(End of this chapter)