"Victor, you still have to rescue someone." Dr. Stone spoke again when he saw his son calming down, "Luther has also been kidnapped by them. When we were taken away, he hung a pen on my pocket. At first, I didn't understand why he did that, but thinking back now, it was probably to give you a hint. He's a smart person who just took a wrong turn temporarily. But no matter what, he doesn't deserve to be manipulated by those politicians. We have to find a way to get him out."
"Where is he?" Victor asked.
"I'm not sure. He only guessed that the politicians would bring me here to guard against your superpowers. But as for himself..."
"Hello? ... Hello???"
Victor suddenly heard a voice coming from mid-air, he looked in that direction as if seeing a ghost, and then he heard the voice continue to say to him: "No need to come to save me, I've already escaped."
Victor played the voice out loud, and Dr. Stone also heard it, he said: "Lex, is that you? How are you doing?"
"They caught me at that time just because I wasn't prepared, but this time I stayed in the lab for a full week. Thinking they could control me easily again, dream on!"
"It's good to hear you're okay," Dr. Stone said, "You need to find a safe place to hide, they definitely won't let it go easily."
"Forget it. These people are best at pushing limits, so merely shrinking back in defense won't work. But the situation is indeed a bit critical now, I need to regain control of the Luther Group first, otherwise, I won't have the capital to fight against them."
"Do you need my help?" Victor said, pressing his headset.
"No need. The most important thing for you now is to make sure not to fall into their hands again. Once you're truly controlled by them, I fear a world war might erupt."
Victor initially wanted to agree immediately. He thought, being so strong, who could control him? But the words didn't come out as he reconsidered. The other side indeed couldn't control him, but his father is just an ordinary person, the kind that could die from a gunshot.
Unless he could stay by his side 24/7, there was always a possibility of a slip. And he wasn't exactly a billionaire with a safehouse. So what to do?
"I'll recommend someone to you," Lex said on the other end of the phone, "Go find Bruce Wayne. They haven't targeted him yet, it's still safe over there for now. Wait for me to make progress here, then you can go back to Metropolis."
Victor hesitated a bit, he knew Bruce Wayne, but that guy is in Gotham. That city is a nightmare. Dr. Stone, however, was already stepping forward, saying: "Sometimes, prejudice is also a kind of strength. Everyone knows Gotham is tricky, they'll have reservations before reaching out, which is actually a good thing for us."
Victor nodded, agreeing with this view. A helicopter, which had already crashed, came flying out from one side, Dr. Stone boarded the plane, with Victor flying behind.
With Victor protecting them, no modern machinery dared to test its luck. The journey was quite smooth, Dr. Stone even took a nap on the plane. When he woke up, they were already above Gotham.
Victor wasn't sure how to explain things to Bruce Wayne, after all, with his current appearance, he also looked somewhat like a terrorist. Billionaires tend to have a bit of paranoia, even if they knew his father, they might not accept him.
Unexpectedly, Bruce was already waiting at the manor entrance. He stepped forward and shook hands with Dr. Stone, then said: "Long time no see, Doctor. I've often heard Clark mention you."
"You're too kind." Dr. Stone chuckled, then he introduced Bruce, "This is my son, Victor Stone."
Bruce also stepped forward to shake hands with Victor. Victor looked a bit serious, constantly sizing up Bruce. Data analysis told him this person wasn't simple.
But as he walked into the hall, he realized there were quite a few not-so-simple individuals. The youth on the left watching TV seemed ordinary, but the electromagnetic waves around him were off. The tall man on the right eating Oreos was even stranger, he seemed to not exist.
Victor's entry caught the attention of the two. The tall guy came over and patted him on the shoulder but said nothing. The youth on the sofa waved at him, which counted as a greeting.
Victor relaxed a bit, it seemed, Bruce Wayne had quite a few odd characters around, possibly beneficial for his subsequent plans.
This matter cannot be settled like this. He must avenge his mother. Victor secretly ground his teeth, but just like his father said, this can't be rushed. If a war really started, the ones suffering the most would be the people at the bottom. He had to proceed gradually.
These thoughts kept wandering in Victor's mind. But at this moment, his phone rang. As he picked up, a voice came from the other side.
"Hello, this is A.R.G.U.S. The Capitol Building cannot wait any longer, how have you considered?"
"Get lost!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a "bang," the call ended, Shiller helplessly spread his hands and said: "The other side's resistance is too strong, there's nothing I can do..."
The female agent behind him was puzzled, what was this guy, a disaster reincarnate, why did every superpower user he contacted immediately encounter an issue, and a major one at that.
Now the news of the prison being wiped out has spread, and every faction is terrified. But for the Capitol Building, it's a good thing Victor didn't join, otherwise, what if he got agitated and wiped out the Capitol Building?
So this matter can only end like this. Such terrorists refuse to cooperate, but given the current situation as Shiller said, the Capitol Building can't wait any longer.
The situation now is that the longer it drags on, the worse it is for the ruling party, because the opposition party has already demanded a revote. Originally, the votes were in favor of the ruling party, so of course, they won't agree. Only by relocating the Capitol Building quickly can the voting proceed smoothly. Every department is under immense pressure.
A.R.G.U.S. is naturally the first to bear the brunt. However, surveillance agents have increased from one to three, and the entire department base is completely taken over by agents. Shiller is also tirelessly rotating, actively communicating, effectively organizing, with no fault to be found in his work ethic.
Some people are already wondering if the Congressmen are having a streak of bad luck, or how they can keep finding one after another and every one going wrong?
"Don't worry, I have an alternative plan." Shiller cleared his throat, took a sip of water, and said, "You should have some understanding of Atlantis, right?"
Several agents exchanged glances; their ranks were actually quite high, and they had encountered some things beyond ordinary society. One of them said, "As far as I know, the Sea Clan is generally unfriendly to the Human race. They can control seawater, aren't you afraid they'll flood Metropolis?"
"What are you talking about?" Unable to help himself, Shiller looked back and then said, "We're going to ask them for help; how could they flood Metropolis?"
The agent opened his mouth and replied in his heart: "Weren't we asking others for help before too? What was the result?"
"Impossible, this time it will work," Shiller said confidently. "As far as I know, the Queen of Atlantis's eldest son has a father in some port city..."
"No no no! Stop!" The female agent hurriedly put out her hand to stop and said, "I think dealing with these superpower users, we should not be too aggressive. When Victor Stone's father was threatened, he outright destroyed a prison. What if this Queen's eldest son is threatened, wouldn't he flood Metropolis directly? I think we should adopt gentler means, like using benefits to bribe..."
Obviously, they hadn't become kinder, but truly afraid.
"I see." Shiller stroked his chin and then said, "It seems like there are some movements in the Caribbean Sea recently. It's said that the Sea Clan is causing trouble; let's investigate what's going on."
Thus, A.R.G.U.S. busied themselves. Amanda's left team really isn't bad, or perhaps the pressure was too great, unleashing potential. In no time, they figured out the situation.
After all, the successor Orm didn't even pretend, directly annexing many small countries in the Caribbean Sea region, claiming that if they didn't support him in seizing the throne, he would flood the entire American Continent.
This isn't unfamiliar to the Human race, just familial power struggle business. Now it seems Orm is arrogant, surely backed by something. If one could extend a helping hand to that mysterious eldest son at this time, it would be a great aid in a time of need. If he ultimately seizes the throne, thanking humans by helping relocate the Capitol Building isn't a big deal, right?
More importantly, humans were helping the whole time, without threatening anyone's family. Surely no reason to cause us trouble now, right?
"Alright, now let's think about how we can help this eldest son claim the throne," Shiller proposed a topic. Whether voluntarily or not, everyone eagerly contributed their ideas.
"How about asking superpower users to help him?"
"Could we still contact some superpower users now?"
"Uh..." The person who proposed the idea paused for a moment and then said, "Speaking of those with certain superpowers, quite a few can still be contacted."
"Do you think the ability to bend spoons would play a significant role in the battle for the throne?"
The opponent immediately fell silent, then another person stood up and said, "We could use modern weapons to strike his opponents."
"Did you forget where Atlantis is? That place's depth is unreachable even by humanity's most powerful diving equipment. Modern weapons, huh?"
"What about conducting some genetic modification on him?"
"Stop stop," the agent at the back extended a hand again and said, "Stop imagining things here, let's investigate first, see what Atlantis is really about, then come up with a plan."
The others certainly had nothing to say, diving into hard work. After investigating for a while, some clues were indeed uncovered.
"Golden Trident?" Shiller looked at the documents brought by his subordinate, and then said, "Is this thing real?"
"Based on our investigation, yes." The subordinate said, "Furthermore, it appears it existed long ago, a weapon of the ancestor of the Atlanteans, buried in the distant Dark Domain, possessing extremely powerful strength. Whoever obtains it can rule Atlantis."
"How was this information known?"
"Back in the day, even the Queen could come ashore, and the other Sea Clan frequently visited land," the agent behind Shiller said, "Moreover, this item seems not to have been forged by the Sea Clan; other races have left legends among the Human race."
"That's interesting," Shiller pondered and said, "Figure out a way to send someone to search, even if it's just some location clues, it could aid this Prince in quickly seizing the throne."