Superman of the American Comics

"I once persuaded the owl to join in, but he has retired and just wants to live a peaceful life with silk soul."

The Pharaoh with a red lynx stood under a chandelier, and the light shone flying dust on his head.

"This is a ridiculous and short-sighted cognition. The world is about to be destroyed, but he still has the boring illusion of being alone."

"Fortunately, Rorschach found me and he was willing to work for me."

Adrian's tone showed contempt for the couple of owl and silk soul.

They are too weak to accept the cruel truth.

Without Dr. Manhattan's catcher, the universe will inevitably collapse.

The endless greed for resources is one of the original sins borne by mankind.

The Pharaoh once thought that as long as he poured sewage on Dr. Manhattan, he would exile "God".

Then, by creating new energy and letting countries get rid of the plight of lack of resources, we can solve the crisis in front of mankind.

But he was wrong.

Intelligent life is too complex.

Suspicion and hostility towards the same kind can also lead to war.

Once Rorschach's diary was disclosed, the world was in turmoil.

But it is only a fuse that ignites human ignorance and greed.

Adrian gathered his thoughts and looked up at the string puppets and mime.

The couple are dangerous criminals without moral and conscience constraints.

But it doesn't matter, because the Pharaoh didn't have those things himself.

He could kill three million people in New York with a trick without changing his face, just to usher in a short false peace.

"I work with you, not for you."

The man in Rorschach mask corrected.

He didn't want to act like a Pharaoh's man.

This is an insult to the Rorschach mask.

"So where did you hide our son?"

The string puppet doesn't seem to be interested. Listen to the chat between the second generation of Luoxia and the Pharaoh.

She hurried forward, while the mime standing behind picked up a screwdriver and threw it away.

The string puppet caught it steadily, came up to the Pharaoh and said fiercely, "tell us right away, or you will die miserably."

"By the way, how much reward do you have on your head? 10 million or 20 million?"

She had a son with a pantomime, but before the baby was born, they were sent to prison by Dr. Manhattan for robbing a bank.

At that time, Dr. Manhattan joined the cross dressing hero organization "militia".

He is teammate with Luo Xia, night owl, silk soul, Pharaoh and others.

Later, with the change of the international situation, Dr. Manhattan became a deterrent to replace nuclear weapons and stayed in military bases all year round.

The son of string puppets and mime is Rorschach, who took their bargaining chips from his cell.

Otherwise, according to the strange temper of the couple, they will never be obedient.

The string puppet pointed a screwdriver at Lao Wang's neck, as if wondering where to start.

The mime stood behind the second generation of Luo Xia and compared a gun holding action with his fingers.

These two guys used to be acrobats. One is good at cutting anything with thin steel wire, and the other can imagine all kinds of weapons with gestures.

For example, if a pantomime is more like holding a gun, as long as he pulls the trigger, Luoxia II can see his brain splashing out.

They are in the cross dressing hero, there is no super power catcher universe, which is a special existence.

"Oh, I think you should order more, Ms. Manson."

Adrian, with a calm smile on his face, said slowly: "I'm happy to pay for your joining, 100 million or 200 million, no problem."

"At the same time, your son's address will be attached."

"But don't threaten me again. It's very unwise."

The Pharaoh gently pushed away the screwdriver aimed at his throat. He looked for these two guys for other purposes.

String puppets and pantomime, like the second generation of Luo Xia, are extremely important chess pieces.

"Let's get to the point. After all, we don't have much time left."

Adrian put down the red lynx and patted his palm as if the curtain had opened for a performance.

"What do you want us to do? What does Rorschach mean to find 'God'?"

Asked the string puppet.

Her husband's pantomime, as his name suggests, is dumb and speechless.

"Rorschach is right. This is really an action to find God."

The Pharaoh pulled a radian from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I assume you have known what I have done in the past..."

"The world knows what you've done!"

The string puppet sneered.

The Rorschach diary clearly records how the Pharaoh planned the disaster, created alien monsters, and then slaughtered three million people in New York

This is an appalling and heinous crime!

"Oh, that plan took me all my life to conceive and coordinate. All the sacrifices were meaningful in order to put an end to the war and the crisis. Unfortunately, I failed."

Adrian was a little lost. He should have replaced Dr. Manhattan as the great king of the new world after the only God on the planet left.

However, before Utopia was established, the peaceful world built by lies was instantly defeated by the dead Rorschach.

The truth was revealed, like a heavy bomb hitting the calm lake, causing an uproar.

"After the disclosure of Rorschach's diary, I sat alone in the Antarctic castle, waiting for the government to arrest me."

"Although I have many ways to avoid prison, escape global pursuit and find a quiet place for the rest of my life."

"But I didn't, because a great king can fail, but he can't leave his crown and return to ordinary."

The string puppet turned his mouth and thought that the Pharaoh might be mentally ill.

If she had so much money like the other party, she would have been happy.

Instead of trying to fight Dr. Manhattan and trying to rule the world.

"Besides, I won't live long."

Adrian continued with a bitter smile.

He has a tumor in his head and will soon die.

"I'm seriously ill, but the only person I trust enough and have the ability to perform this operation is myself... Fate made a bad joke on me."

The string puppet saw a complex look of sadness, ridicule and self mockery on the face of the self proclaimed "the smartest man in the world".

She probably understood why the second generation of Luoxia cooperated with the Pharaoh.

Perhaps cancer changed the latter and awakened him from the king's dream.

"I see. You want to get Dr. Manhattan back."

The string puppet blinked and asked curiously, "but no one has seen him for many years. The military said he left the earth and went to Mars. Some people speculated that he was still somewhere in the world, observing the changes in the world."

The Pharaoh smiled. He remembered the last word Dr. Manhattan said to himself in the Antarctic fortress——

"I want to leave the universe and go to a less complex place."

Adrian's memory flashed away. He looked at the others and said categorically, "this is our task to find Dr. Manhattan, wherever he is."

"Do you have any reward for the enthusiastic citizens who provide information, Mr. Adrian Witt?"

A slightly abrupt voice suddenly sounded inside the base.

The Pharaoh responded at the first time, directly grabbed the screwdriver in the hand of the string puppet, and then threw it out.

He sent out only three invitations for the upcoming task.

Rorschach II, string puppets and mime.

Therefore, any stranger who appears will bring danger.

The powerful screwdriver can bring out the roaring wind, which is enough to penetrate the flesh and blood.

But what happened next was beyond Adrian's expectation.

The screwdriver stained with oil and dust seemed to lose kinetic energy and float in the air.

It's only a few centimeters from the head of the target.

"This is the way you say hello. It's really novel."

The target character whispered with a smile.

He did nothing, and the screwdriver floating in the air broke down and disappeared.

"Dr. Manhattan?"

The man in Rorschach mask exclaimed.