Metropolis, near the corner of Fifth Avenue, close to the Harveylin slum.
Moira Adams, wearing sunglasses, opened an umbrella and glanced around before getting into a black Bentley.
"To the Harveylin slum," Moira said to the driver, her expression serious.
"But, sir, it's not safe in the slum at night, especially now," the driver, who also acted as a bodyguard, replied. "I think you should reconsider."
Moira, in her fifties, with a touch of British elegance in her every move, took off her sunglasses. "If those lurking in the shadows can make me tremble with fear and hide indoors, then they've achieved their goal. You know, Andre, I'm not an easy fighter to bring down."
Moira was the head of New Fly Energy Group, one of the leading new energy companies in Metropolis, specializing in solar power generation and nanothermal materials, with deep ties to the Quin Group in Star City.
"I heard about Lionel Luthor of the Luthor family being stabbed, but that was just a despicable act of terror. Those attackers want to instill fear in me, but I'm not the incompetent Lionel. I heard he exiled his son, fancied himself a Caesar, but sadly, his abilities are far below his ambitions."
Moira mocked Lex's father as she looked out the window at the slum.
Several Bentley cars serving as escorts followed slowly behind.
"As the wealthiest and most prosperous city in America, it's like two worlds compared to the glamorous Metropolis. Look at all this electronic waste. The abundance of PVC has turned this place into a living hell."
Moira sighed as she looked at the slum street, almost completely filled with garbage. "People walk on piles of garbage, devoid of any joy in life, only scavenging for food in the garbage, long-term exposure to chemicals causing some degree of mutation in their bodies, forming the horrifying mutants, the dark side of the bustling Metropolis. This place is more terrifying than Gotham!"
With her sigh, the black Bentley turned onto a street.
Moira even saw a "Faceless Man" on the street.
Due to his face being completely shot, and his skeleton deformed from long-term consumption of chemically contaminated food, the "Faceless Man" looked horrifying.
"So, Andre, that's why I've decided to eradicate this place and build a thermoelectric power plant here."
Moira expressed her "mercy." "If the slum disappears, then hell disappears. Don't you agree?"
Andre, who was focused on driving, was about to answer when suddenly, a dark figure appeared in front of the car.
Andre immediately slammed on the brakes.
Crash!
At the same time, the car's windows shattered, and a silver light struck him.
Andre felt a sudden heat in his neck, then blood spurted from his neck.
With a choking sound, he collapsed in his seat.
In his blurred vision, he saw someone wearing a black uniform and a owl-shaped hood standing in front of him.
Sitting in the back seat, Moira hadn't reacted to the fact that her bodyguard had been killed instantly. The car was then engulfed in a smoke bomb.
It wasn't an ordinary smoke bomb but one that emitted a small amount of gray smoke.
"Cough, cough!"
Coughing, Moira pushed open the car door and staggered out.
But dizziness immediately struck him, and he stumbled to the ground.
Shaking his head, trying to clear his mind, he looked around.
His bodyguards were fighting the enemies dressed as owls near the street corner.
But the agile and armed owl people quickly gained the upper hand over the bodyguards.
The fighting bodyguards soon fell like he did, clutching their throats and coughing, then being dealt with by the owl people.
"Cough!"
Coughing up phlegm while holding his throat, Moira, feeling increasingly heavy-headed, felt as if a heavy lead weight was tied to his head.
His vision gradually distorted, and everything he saw began to change.
Lifting his head, he looked at the "Faceless Man" hiding near the street corner.
Only to find the grotesque "Faceless Man" walking towards him!
His whole body exuded a dark and obscure light, his limbs distorted and enlarged countless times, his horrifying face constantly collapsing and distorting.
It seemed like a "black hole" twisted into human form, emitting boundless fear and power.
"Ah! My God!"
Terrified, he crawled back, desperately trying to avoid him.
Bang!
He bumped into someone's leg.
In terror, he raised his head and found himself face to face with a man-shaped owl bathed in darkness.
Radiating with intense killing intent and terrifying aura, the owl, whose black body shimmered like ripples, eyes emitting orange-red light, was like the grim reaper descending in the night.
Filled with fear, Moira's rationality finally collapsed, convulsing as he fell to the ground.
At the same time.
The Owl Council.
The chairman, having received news that "Moira has been eradicated" from his subordinates, listened.
"Another one on the 'Clear Plan List' is gone. The death knell tolls, and the next trial of the birds is about to begin! So, my owl members, tell me, who will be the next bird?"
The chairman asked the members of the council, all of whom exuded an aristocratic air.
"Lex Luthor!"
The members all said Lex's name in unison.
The chairman nodded. "Lex Luthor has been chosen as the bird to be hunted by the owls. Death will come to him tomorrow night, and he must not escape from the council as easily as Lionel Luthor did."
After announcing Lex as the next target to the council members, the black-robed chairman continued, "Also, the production of 'Black Light' by the council must be stepped up."
"Black Light" was a poison used by the Owl Council, which had strong hallucinogenic effects and caused irreversible damage to the brain, inducing fear in the poisoned, who saw terrifying things surrounded by a light like a black hole.
This was a poison developed by the Owl Council based on the "Fear Gas" circulated in the black market by Jonathan Crane.
Now that Jonathan Crane had been arrested, the production of "Black Light" poison was gradually decreasing, so the chairman urged the Owl members responsible for its production to step up their efforts.
"And one more thing, it's about the provocateur against the council—the Homelander."
The chairman mentioned the final matter. "Continue to investigate his identity, and don't let him escape justice. If his identity is discovered, use all our forces to eliminate him. For this, we can even use our trump cards!"
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