Superman

"I once persuaded Ye Xiao to join in, but he has retired and just wants to live a peaceful life with Silk Soul."

The Pharaoh with the red lynx stood under a chandelier, the light shining out of flying dust and projecting on his head.

"This is a ridiculous and short-sighted perception. The world is about to face destruction, but he still holds the boring fantasy of being alone."

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

Adrian's tone showed his contempt for the couple Ye Xiao and Silk Soul.

They are too weak to accept the cruel truth.

The Watchmen universe without Dr. Manhattan will inevitably collapse.

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

The Pharaoh once thought that he would just pour all the sewage on Dr. Manhattan and exile "God".

Then, by creating new energy and freeing countries from the plight of lack of resources, this crisis facing mankind can be resolved.

But he was wrong.

Intelligent life is too complicated.

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

Once Luo Xiaji was disclosed, the world was in turmoil.

But it is only a fuse, which ignited it is the ignorance and greed of mankind.

Adrian condensed his thoughts and looked up at the marionette and pantomime.

This husband and wife file is a very dangerous criminal and has no sense of morality and conscience.

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

He could not change his face and use a trick to exterminate the three million people in New York, just to usher in a temporary false peace.

"Working with you, not for you."

The man in the Rorschach mask corrected.

He didn't want to let himself behave like Pharaoh's men.

This pair of Rorschach masks was an insult.

"So, where did you hide our son?"

The marionette didn't seem to have any interest, listening to Rorschach II and Pharaoh chatting.

She walked forward quickly, and the pantomime standing behind picked up a screwdriver and threw it over.

The marionette caught it firmly, leaned in front of Pharaoh, and said viciously: "Tell us right away, or you will die miserably."

"By the way, how many rewards are on your head? Ten million or twenty million?"

She and the pantomime had a son, but before the baby was born, the two were sent to prison by the Manhattan doctor for bank robbery.

At that time, Dr. Manhattan joined the "militia", an organization of drag heroes.

He was teammates with Rorschach, Ye Xiao, Silk Soul, Pharaoh and others.

Later, as the international situation changed, Dr. Manhattan became a deterrent instead of nuclear weapons, staying at military bases all year round.

The son of marionette and mime is Rorschach's bargaining chip that Rorschach took away from the cell.

Otherwise, according to the weird temper of the couple, they would never be obedient.

The marionette used a screwdriver to aim the pharaoh's neck, as if wondering where to start.

The pantomime stood behind the Rorschach II, and used his fingers to compare the gesture of holding a gun.

These two guys used to be acrobats, one is good at cutting anything with a thin wire, the other can imagine various weapons with gestures.

For example, the mime is more than the action of holding a gun, so as long as he pulls the trigger, Rorschach II can see his brain splashing out.

The two of them are relatively special existences in the watchmen universe where the heroes have no superpowers.

"Oh, I think you should have more points, Ms. Manson."

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

"At the same time, the location of your son will be attached."

"But don't threaten me anymore. This is extremely unwise."

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

Marionettes and pantomimes, like Rorschach II, are extremely important chess pieces.

"Let us get to the point, after all, there is not much time left for us."

Adrian put down the red lynx and slapped his palms, as if the curtain opened, ready to perform.

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

The marionette asked.

Her husband pantomime, as the name suggests, is dumb and speechless.

"Rorschach is right. This is indeed an action to retrieve God."

The corner of Pharaoh’s mouth twitched, and he smiled lightly: "I assume you already know what I did in the past..."

"The whole world knows what you have done!"

The marionette sneered.

The book of Luo Xiaji clearly records how the Pharaoh planned the disaster, created alien monsters, and then slaughtered three million people in New York...

This is a terrible crime!

"Oh, that plan took my entire life to conceive and coordinate. In order to put an end to the war and end the crisis, all the sacrifices are meaningful. But unfortunately, I failed."

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

However, the utopia hadn't been established for long, and the peaceful world constructed 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 Luo Xia Ji was leaked, I sat disheartenedly in an Antarctic castle, waiting for the government to come and arrest me."

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

"But I didn't, because great kings can fail, but they can't leave the crown and return to the ordinary."

The marionette curled his lips, thinking that Pharaoh might be mentally ill.

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

Rather than deliberately going against Dr. Manhattan, and delusional to rule the world.

"Besides, I won't live long."

Adrian smiled bitterly, and continued.

There was a tumor in his head and his life was not long.

"I am seriously ill, but the only person who is trustworthy enough and capable of performing this operation is myself... Fate made a bad joke on me."

The marionette saw the face of the self-proclaimed "smartest man in the world," and a complex look of sadness, ridicule, and self-deprecating appeared.

She probably understood why the second generation of Rorschach would cooperate with the Pharaoh.

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

"I see, you want to get Dr. Manhattan back."

The marionette 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 world. The change."

Pharaoh smiled. He remembered the last words Dr. Manhattan said to himself in the Antarctic Fortress--

"I want to leave this universe and go to a less complicated place."

Adrian's memories were fleeting. He looked at others and said categorically: "This is our mission, to find Dr. Manhattan, no matter where he is."

"Then, for the enthusiastic citizens who provide information, Mr. Adrian Witt, do you have any rewards?"

A slightly abrupt voice suddenly sounded inside the base.

The Pharaoh reacted immediately, grabbing the screwdriver in the hand of the puppet, and then flew out.

For the upcoming mission, he only sent out three invitations.

Rorschach II, puppets and pantomimes.

Therefore, any stranger that appears is a dangerous existence.

The screwdriver filled with powerful force brings out the whistling wind, enough to penetrate the flesh and blood.

But what happened next was beyond Adrian's expectations.

The screwdriver stained with oil and dust seemed to have lost its kinetic energy and was floating in the air.

Only a few centimeters away from the head of the target.

"This is how you say hello, it's really novel."

The target said with a smile.

He didn't do anything, and the screwdriver floating in the air disintegrated automatically and disappeared.

"Dr. Manhattan?"

The man wearing the Rorschach mask exclaimed.