Chapter 45 Mungo
When Jay saw this room full of eerie green lights and these creepy experimental subjects, he thought he would not see anything more fantastic today. Still, he again underestimated The surprise this building had prepared for him. He and Helena were walking between these biological tanks, and the sound of machinery and gears snapped into his ears.
He couldn't see through the lead-filled walls, but his hearing wasn't disturbed. He alertly pulled Helena to hide behind a row of biological tanks. He saw two extremely hiddsignificantlytic doors sliding open from the gap on one side of the metal wall. It turned out that there was an elevator hidden there. A middle-aged man with white temples came out of the elevator. He was wearing a neat suit and hand-made designer leather shoes. He looked very energetic, but his face looked highly unnatural. His facial muscles seemed to have stiffened without the slightest expression, and there was no gleam in his eyes, like a walking corpse.
Jay remembered him, and it was Leslie Bulwell, a high-ranking official in the federal government of the world, a regular on the television media. Jay remembers seeing that face on TV with rage written all over it as if he was particularly unhappy with anything. Jay almost thought that look of anger was something he was born with, and he never dreamed that the official would be as deadly as a zombie.
The two lowered their voices and crouched behind the bunker, watching the official pass through the queue of biological tanks with a dull expression, and stood dumbfounded in front of the dark wall. He reached out and pressed it down somewhere on the wall, and there was a sound in the wall that might indicate that he had passed, and a secret door opened in front of him. The official strode in, and the door was about to close.
Jay quickly picked up Helena's collar with one hand, turned her into an afterimage, and rushed out, successfully dodging in just before the door closed.
When Helena returned to her senses, he had already been dragged into this new secret door at high speed, and the sudden acceleration made her internal organs feel violently uncomfortable. She slapped Jay's hand off her collar in annoyance and was about to have a seizure when she noticed Jay's expression of astonishment. So she also looked forward subconsciously and couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise, and her full of dissatisfaction was thrown into the sky for a while.
This picture may be unbelievable, but all the high-level officials of the federal government of the world they have heard and seen are gathered in this room. There was a huge plant growing in the center of the room. Its branches were twisted, countless roots were lying on the ground like tentacles, and the sturdy trunk was inserted straight into the ceiling. A circle of reclining chairs surrounded its base, and on each chair lay an official whose heads were wrapped around their heads by branches extending from the plant's trunk. Each of them had blurred eyes and a satisfied smile on the corners of their mouths.
This scene made Jay feel a chill in his heart. The official who led them in also found his chair and sat down. A branch extended from the trunk and wrapped around his forehead.
Helena lightly walked around the vast plant, whose colossal body blocked the computer host behind it. Fortunately, this computer is not encrypted, perhaps because the other party did not expect someone to break through here. Helena quickly opened it and quickly found all the things she needed - the data and data of all human experiments in this base, complete monitoring and control of the mental state of everyone at the top of the government, and even the Mungo remote control A written record of every decision and choice made by the government.
The two of them couldn't help but lift their spirits. This was the goal of their trip, and it was even better than expected, but it seemed a little too simple, too simple to be suspicious.
"Well, we got our stuff anyway," Jay said in a low voice. "It's almost time to go home."
Helena nodded in agreement, but another voice suddenly rang in the room, breaking the silent space like a muffled thunder: "Don't go in a hurry, little brats. You came to my place, but we still didn't have a good chat."
Jay's pupils shrank, and he turned back suddenly, only to see a tall and burly giant standing behind the two of them and the look in his scarlet eyes was a mixture of excitement and cruelty at the same time.
Mungo, the ruler of the world at war, came in person.
The atmosphere seemed to be several times heavier all of a sudden, the hearts of the two of them raised their throats for a moment, and they subconsciously held their breaths. Mungo walked to the massive plant in the center of the room as if no one else did and admired its body with intoxicated eyes with his hands behind him as if he appreciated a work of art.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Mungo said as if to himself.
It's a sad story if everyone in your hometown has the same bad aesthetics as you, Jay thought.
"'Black Mercy,' I've tested this plant on Kal-El - what you call Superman - and it works pretty well. And this, it's a variant of it," Mungo said. "It can make People see what they want, forever indulge in their best dreams, and meet death most happily. Look how happy they are laughing."
"It's over, alien." Helena whispered, "We've got conclusive evidence that your manipulation of this world is over."
Mungo glanced at her, and the red eyes might be funny or disdainful, but there was no nervousness.
"It's a matter of time before someone finds out the truth. This is expected. It's just that I didn't expect that the first people to come here would be two nasty little kids."
Mungo turned around, faced the two with a weird smile, and said, "Maybe you think the current situation is something I planned; maybe you won't believe what I'm about to say. But, you're mistaken; things that will turn out like this are beyond my expectations. I thought that would always be people on this planet who would notice; even if the ordinary people don't respond, the superheroes in the strange clothes on the earth should find the truth. But the truth is. Yes, no, not one, no one even asked a question. Aren't you wondering why?"
The two stared at him intently, silent.
Mungo grinned: "This is because, deep down, human beings want to be enslaved by me."
"Bullshit." Helena squeezed these two words out of her teeth.
"That's the truth," Mungo continued, "that war with Apocalypse shattered your will and robbed you of hope. Humanity needs a man to rule them and build a unified, better world. Look at what I've built - a unified world that has eliminated wars and disputes, something Superman has never done in his entire life. You think I'm the villain, but if I say I'm the greatest in human history, savior."
"You can keep saying this to those who were tied to the arena by you," Helena said solemnly.
Mungo shrugged: "Sorry, I'm not used to giving for free. Besides, it's just a little interest compared to what I'm offering."
Helena opened her mouth angrily and tried to refute something but was interrupted by Jay chuckling: "To be honest, I'm not a racist, and having an alien as president doesn't sound so ridiculous."
Helena looked at him in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief. Mungo also cast a surprising look at him.
Jay followed closely: "But if it's an ugly bastard with a wrinkled face and looks like shit, then forget it. After all, the president has to represent our image, right? What if we give our friends on other planets the name Earthlings have such an ugly impression? That's too bad."
The smile on Mungo's face instantly solidified, and unconcealed anger appeared on his ashen face instead. His eyes flashed without warning, and two high-concentrated energy shocks pierced through space and shot directly into Jay's chest, pushing him into the air, wrapped in a ball of fire, and slammed into Jay's chest. On the wall behind.
"Jay!" Helena yelled with concern.
"Don't... worry, Helena." Jay grinned and got up from the high flames. Most of his clothes were burned, and the rest was on fire. "I'm fine."
He tore off the burning coat, revealing the bright "S" mark below, the dark blue uniform, ad the red cloak draped down from behind.
Mungo was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed, showing a look of joy: "Kryptonian!?"