Now that a decision had been made, it was time for Reid to start preparing his owials.

  ‘There's o worry about funding. Although Wayerprises' funds 't be used, the Jang has already started making a profit from the busiaken over from the Maroni family. By undering mohrough Gotham Bank, it be freely used. Adding Alfred's savings, this iment is enough to vinan and Otto to discard the idea ing iernal capital.’

  Reid didn’t want Os Industries to go public. Ideally, the pany would be perfectly trolled by him, just like Wayerprises.

  In this world, Reid had to prepare for fag figures like Dormammu, Thanos, the Kree, and the ic Beings. He didn’t have time tue with shareholders.

  ‘But to improve my position within the pany, it's not just about money. I also need a teology that quickly gee returns, preferably something that could directly attract military iment.’ The moment he sidered drawing the military's attention, Reid immediately thought of ons.

  However, peting with Tony Stark in the ons industry wasn’t something Reid wao do, nor was it something worth the trouble. Besides, the newly started Os Industries didn’t have the industrial to manufacture ons.

  The only thing that could attract military iment was teology.

  The military would i, Os Industries would sell the corresponding research teology, and onpleted, the teology would belong to the military. This was the only way forward for Os Industries.

  What teology does the U.S. military in the Marvel world want the most?

  The answer had already been revealed more than 60 years ago.

  It was the super soldier serum.

  ‘But I don't have a research sample!’ Reid pondered.

  Researg super soldiers wasly a difficult task. In the Diverse, at least in the movies, Lex Luthor personally created Doomsday, who went toe to toe with Superman.

  The problem was, he didn’t have a biological sample to duct the resear.

  He did have Jean’s blood, but not only was the Phoenix Forside her an unstable factor, there was also the fact that mutants in this world were always hiding their identities.

  Reid couldn’t just create a mutant sample out of thin air.

  At the very least, it couldn’t be from an unknown source; there had to be a reasonable expnation to vihe mutants that this was all just an act, that no one was scheming against them.

  Thinking about this, Reid became frustrated.

  Feeliless, he took his sidekick, Harley Quinn, and decided to leave the apartment to get some fresh air.

  Meanwhile, Scott, who was hell bent on killing Reid, had arrived in New York and was now downstairs from Reid’s location.

  ‘Found you!’

  Stopping his motorcycle, Scott spotted Reid leaving the apartment with Harley.

  Seeing Harley, his anger only intensified. He couldn’t uand why Jean was so obsessed with this man. Even though this human already had a woman by his side, Jean still couldn’t let go.

  Sade up his mind. After killing Reid, he would go bad tell Jean what he had seen, making sure she saw the true face of this man. With that thought, Scott followed Reid from a distand entered a mall with him.

  Reid wasn’t the kind of person who couldn’t sit still, causing trouble just for the sake of it. At least not before pleting Luthor’s mission. He probably wouldn’t leave New York to find other marvel characters anytime soon.

  Since he had decided to live in New York as Luthor iure, he o take good care of the apartment he rented.

  They were in the mall to buy some daily ies.

  On this front, Harley deserved some credit.

  Reid had expected Harley to pick out various prank items, given that she was a follower of the Joker, Harley Quinn, not the psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel.

  But to his surprise, it seemed that Harley uood that Reid wasn’t the Joker. She picked out things acc to Reid's preferences.

  Soon, they were done shopping.

  Reid didn’t o carry the items himself. With a little extra mohe store would deliver everything to his door. In this try, as long as you had money, you could do 90% of the things in the world.

  ‘I should hit the restroom before we go.’

  Ohe important things were taken care of, Reid was able to let his smaller head trol the bigger one. Ag on his instinct, he told Harley to wait and headed to the restroom himself.

  This gave Scott the perfect opportunity.

  He pulled on a hood to ceal his bright red crystal gsses, following Reid into the men’s restroom.

  ‘That guy?’

  Harley was, after all, a psychologist with a deep uanding of the field. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been io Arkham Asylum in the ics to treat the Joker.

  Her psychological knowledge didn’t vanish just because she followed the Joker into madness. This allowed Harley to keenly sehat something was wrong with the man, Scott, who was pletely covered.

  ‘Hehe.. . things are about to get iing.’

  Realizing that something was amiss, Harley’s inner madness began to stir. She adjusted the bag on her bad sloroached the bathroom door.

  Ihe men's bathroom, only Reid and Scott were present.

  Reid, using the mirror ihe bathroom, noticed Scott’s unusual behavior.

  While Harley had detected something odd thanks to her psychological knowledge, Reid, relying on the Joker’s intuition for reading people, sensed Scott’s malicious i.

  Reid didn’t immediately retaliate but finished his business. While washing his hands, he slightly turned his head and looked at Scott, who was standio him.

  "Excuse me, friend. Is something b you?"

  Scott’s face was hidden by his hood, and Reid, unaware of what had happe the mutant academy, naturally couldn’t guess that the man standing before him was Scott, who had e to kill him.

  With just a single probience, Scott, who had been holding his frustration for too long, could no longer tain himself.

  He tilted his head, pulled off his hood, revealing the red gsses on his eyes.

  "My problem... is you!"

  With a slight press oton on his gsses, a red ser beam shot toward Reid’s head.

  ‘Dammit!’

  Thanks to his superhuman physical abilities and the Joker’s bat skills, Reid was able to rea time, raising his arms to block the ser. However, the force of the beam sent him flying, crashing heavily into the bathroom wall.

  "Ah!"

  Now using his own body and not the Joker's chemically enhanced form, Reid truly felt the pain as it shot through his brain.

  But there was no time for him to rest because Scott tio unleash ser bsts.

  "Die! Why won’t you just die?!"

  Filled with overwhelming hatred, Scott relentlessly fired sers. In the cramped bathroom, Reid was soon forced into a er. One more shot, and if Scott increased the iy of the ser, it would burn through Reid's heart.

  Just then, Harley appeared behind Scott, her face twisted with a crazed smile and raised the metal bat in her hand high.

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