Three-stream detection simulator

This scene is truly unprecedented. Clark stood in the middle of the asphalt ground. On his left hand side there was a broken water pipe protruding from an abandoned building. Water was dripping down. Opposite of the pipe was a clear puddle, reflecting the bonfire and the people around it. There are all kinds of people, and the inhuman Alexander Hugo who is surrounded by them in the center.

He had just been watching for a long time and heard people whispering. Most of them are related to the origin of the commander. The rumors are very exaggerated and seem to be vague and not very credible. At present, the only thing that can be confirmed is that the other party is from Apocalypse Company and his relationship with Argos is not very close, because whenever When others mentioned Argos, Alexander Hugo seemed to be dismissive and a little bored. But in turn, the CEO of Tianqi Company valued this unknown creature very much——

Juliana noticed that there was a ring on Hugo's right index finger. It was a commemorative ring issued by Argos on the tenth anniversary of the founding of the company. The raw materials were extremely scarce, and there was only enough to make five rings. The finished product was once presented by Argos himself. To the top people in every field.

An officer asked tentatively while chatting with the detective: "Isn't this the one that the major fashion magazines are desperately trying to get the design draft for? It is said that there is no sixth identical model in the entire universe?"

"What?"

The detective was working on a brand new military communications device. No one knows how he could 'see' without eyes. In short, he followed the officer's line of sight and glanced at the ring on his finger, then casually took it off and threw it on the small wooden table next to the campfire, "Listen to me. My advice, Mr. Benson, you should think of more useful things, otherwise sooner or later your brain cells will become as scarce as the raw materials of this ring."

The exquisitely crafted and expensive ring rolled several times on the wooden board and almost fell into the fire. Many people held their breath and almost died for this scene.

But none of them dared to pick up the ring secretly and put it in their pocket. If it was discovered by Apocalypse Company, the consequences would definitely be much more serious than ordinary theft, and even if the detective threw this souvenir into the sea to feed the sharks, it would be a matter between him and Argos.

So Clark, who was hiding in the dark, was lucky enough to hear the intricate and confusing gossip among the higher-ups in the universe.

Even so, he still didn't figure out Alexander Hugo's true identity until he took the initiative to invite him to meet Batman.

Hugo's surname seems to suggest a connection with Hercule. However, Superman does not actually understand the timeline of the Strange Universe very well, and cannot be sure whether the name Alexander belongs to Hercule's elder or younger generation. More importantly... is he really a human being?

Clark couldn't dwell on it. More than a dozen mechanical soldiers with no facial features surrounded him. Due to the small space, everyone used small-scale thermal weapons, or simply used fists, feet and cold weapons. Following the officer's order, the dagger specially used to cut the skin of the android stabbed him from all angles.

"That was a generation of bionic soldiers." Someone saw that Hercule was fascinated by it and actively introduced it to him. "Its appearance and behavioral habits were precisely designed, and it was basically the same as humans. Later, engineers became smarter and Waste money on useless things - they will be scrapped after going to the battlefield anyway. We now pay more attention to bone strength, intelligence level, multi-functional weapons and adaptability to harsh environments. The first generation has already fallen behind. , It’s something that should be put in a museum.”

Hercule looked at 'hk-00001' thoughtfully. The battle situation quickly verified this officer's statement: the equipment of the first-generation bionic man was too far behind. Even if he only sent two or three mechanical soldiers, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand, let alone one person against a group.

Clark also realized this. He felt like he was fighting ten pro versions of Luthor's armor. If he was still Superman and there was no Kryptonite nearby, this would certainly not be a problem for his opponent, but the fact was that he himself was not familiar with his current body, but the enemy knew both of them equally, and could always pull out something Clark had never seen before. magical items that achieve unexpected results.

"Batman's reputation must be watered down." Looking at it, Myron couldn't help but say, "How could he think of letting a generation participate in the war after 2060? It's a waste of our time!"

Another professional said: "You'd better not underestimate Omega. As you said, the first generation may appear here to delay time, or it may be a trap."

"Are you here to die? But I didn't detect poison, electromagnetic weapons, radiation or toxins."

Hercule listened to their conversation with suspicion and subtle contempt, rubbed the edge of the tablet and asked: "Excuse me, do you know who designed the first generation of androids?"

This question involves professional historical knowledge. For example, if you ask someone who made the first air conditioner, people who have never paid attention will just look at each other in confusion. There was a brief silence around the campfire, and then someone in the corner whispered, "I think it's Lex Luthor."

Hercule was a little surprised, but not too surprised. Superman, who also heard these words, was slightly distracted and accidentally lost one of his arms by his enemy.

Ten minutes later, the dust settled on this unsuspicious one-on-many battle. Several mechanical soldiers twisted Clark's arms and brought him to Hercule. The scene had a sense of fragmentation like the Cybermen fighting the farm youth. Myron turned a blind eye and asked seriously: "What are we going to do with him, detective?"

Clark was not flustered, and repeated strangely: "Detective? Are you a detective too? Do you know Hercule Hugo? He is one of my companions, but we got separated on the way, and I am looking for his whereabouts."

Everyone looked at the 'person' who was sitting on the only chair, with one leg raised to fiddle with the tablet in his hand.

Countless thoughts flashed through Hercule's mind in an instant. He hesitated for a moment, and for a few seconds he didn't want to reveal his identity. However, this irrational thought only lasted for a short while, and he quickly made up his mind and said to others: "You stay here, I want to talk to him alone."

He refused Myron's request for escort and protection, and did not let the latest mechanical soldiers follow. Someone wanted to say something, but after seeing the sparkling ring on the table, he fell into silence in fear. Clark also noticed this ring that meant a lot to others, but he didn't comment, just quickened his pace to keep up with the other party.

Hercule took Clark all the way to the junction of the war zone and the safe zone. He looked up at the bat lights in the distance and said, "Let's talk here, Mr. Superman."

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Clark was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief: "Hercules?"

A chuckle came from the speaker, but no expression could be seen on the cross. Hercules put his hands halfway into his suit trousers pockets and paced around twice, saying: "So, after you were controlled by Starro, you became the first generation of Superman androids created by Lex Luthor in the Universe? Why didn't he put a uniform on you?"

Could it be that he was so obsessed that he didn't even let go of Superman's other vest?

Clark said distressedly: "Wait, Starro? What does it have to do here? As for Lex... I'm not sure about the specific situation of this body, but I have to say that I'm glad that when I opened my eyes, I wasn't sitting in a glass display case in a museum wearing a tights. The Luthor in your universe is a bit scary, detective."

Hercules didn't speak. As long as he shut up, Clark could hardly see his emotions and thoughts. It was all because of the wooden head without facial features in front of him. Even the moss on the cross looked more alive than he did.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark asked, "Why did Starro turn you into this and let you join Argos' camp?"

Hercule was reluctant to talk about this. He would rather Morgan repeat what she said here than describe how he worked illegally for Argos as a brain, and even got a promotion and salary increase, and got a limited edition commemorative ring. He was also unwilling to tell his difficulties in front of the victim. In any case, Superman deserved to know what objectively happened in the Universe of Paranormal.

Finally, he cut to the chase: "Strictly speaking, Starro didn't turn me into this. I'm just like this at this moment."

Superman looked puzzled: "Do you mean your unique appearance or your position?"

The detective sighed and replied: "Both."

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They exchanged intelligence for nearly an hour in their own signal shielding device. Clark mainly talked about his search process, but although these contents were rich and interesting, Hercule's speculation and his current identity were obviously more worthy of detail.

The detective said that if he really told everything in detail, they wouldn't have to do anything else tonight, as there was still a big Omega Batman to be dealt with.

"Do you really think Starro will become Batman?" Clark couldn't help asking, "I met a lot of old people in the city, and they think highly of Batman. What I mean is that although what we are experiencing now is an illusion, people's attitude towards you and me is very consistent with the real situation, and Starro, the conqueror of the universe, is a brutal alien creature. How did he get the respect of the residents of Smallville?"

"Respect?" Hercule turned his head - turned the cross, or whatever it was, Clark felt that he was thinking with wood, "The residents I met are not like this. You should have heard their evaluation of you and Batman, right?"

"Maybe it's just a different standpoint." Superman said, "These young people have been robbed of their original lives and jobs by Batman, so they are resentful of him."

Hercule: "Excellent idea."

Clark frowned: "Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Hmm?" The detective said absentmindedly, "No, you are right. I was thinking about this question. The residents we contacted were actually divided into two camps. If Batman is Batman, is Starro invisible in this story? What realistic factors can force it to shape a script without witnessing its development with your own eyes?"

"Well, I want to say that your face now-the front of the cross can't tell whether you are speaking the truth or satirizing me implicitly. If you can find a way to express your emotions more exaggeratedly... Forget it, just ignore me."

It started to rain again. Clark buttoned up his shirt and asked, "What are your plans next? Sorry, detective, but I want to ask if your head can get wet in the rain?"

Hercules looked at him confusedly.

Superman looked at the moss on the wooden cross seriously.

"You have to be careful, detective. Fungi may grow on wood that is too wet."

In layman's terms, it is mushrooms.

"No, cough, don't worry." Hercule stumbled, sincerity is always the ultimate move, "This cross can be replaced, anything is fine, I use it just because..." He couldn't go on, and changed the subject, "If it's really as you said, we'd better find Batman as soon as possible. Starro will definitely get in touch with him in some way and use Batman to manipulate the overall situation. As long as we can convince him to help us-"

He was halfway through his speech, and suddenly there was a long whistle behind him, as if an owl was calling. The next second, Clark rushed over at the fastest speed and threw Hercule to the ground. They rolled a few times and came to the bottom of the hillside in the safe zone. A semicircular pit like a deep pit dug by an ice cream scoop appeared where Hercule was originally standing.

In the war zone, several mechanical soldiers wearing owl masks were aiming their guns.

Superman exhaled, fell to the ground and said: "They are the government troops who just fought with me."

It's just that they used small weapons at that time.

Hercule relied on his lack of headshot damage bonus and health bar to raise his upper body and look into the distance, then said confidently: "Their commanders covered their faces with white masks, but I could recognize one of them as Julianna."

Superman remembered the experience the detective had told him: "Is that the first police officer you saw after you came here?"

"Yes, this is probably Starro's backup to ensure that I am hostile to Batman." Hercule looked down at Clark, "Congratulations on visiting the Owl Court killers who are still active around the world in 2064, Mr. Superman."

They are in trouble.

"And to add, I'm not really congratulating you for letting you enjoy these."

Superman, who was concentrating on finding a way to break out, lost his momentum: "...Okay, I know, thank you for reminding me, detective." :,,.