After returning to the hotel, Lucas picked up the still half-asleep Elaine from the room and went straight to the alien ship.
"Where is this… a spaceship-themed hotel?"
Elaine rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"This is a Kryptonian spacecraft," Lucas replied calmly.
"Krypton? A spaceship?"
"?"
Elaine instantly snapped awake.
She stood up and looked around, quickly realizing that this was indeed the interior of an alien vessel.
"Can you fly it?" Lucas asked.
"Why would you think I can pilot an alien spaceship?" Elaine replied, utterly baffled.
"Alright then—Plan B."
Lucas shrugged and turned to leave. "Stay here and don't wander around."
"What's Plan B? And where's the pilot?" Elaine hurriedly asked.
"Plan B is me pushing it back myself. And the pilots are all dead," Lucas said without looking back.
Elaine was even more confused.
"But didn't you say you can't fly it? And the cockpit is right here—where are you going?"
By now, Lucas had already reached the rear of the ship, placing both palms against the hull.
The vessel was over sixty meters long and about thirty meters wide, gray-black in color, shaped like a teardrop—thick at the front and tapering toward the rear.
"Good thing this thing can still be moved," Lucas muttered.
"Otherwise, this would be a real headache."
Kryptonian ships relied on anti-gravity magnetic fields, so their actual mass wasn't as heavy as one might expect.
Whoosh!
With his aura flaring, Lucas became a living engine, forcibly pushing the massive spacecraft into motion.
From the moment the ship appeared to the moment Lucas left with it, less than twenty minutes had passed.
By the time the National Guard arrived, both Lucas and the spacecraft were long gone.
The entire scene, however, had been captured by orbital satellites.
After bringing the ship back to his town, Lucas left it hovering directly above his house.
He had no idea how to disable its levitation system—so there it stayed.
Besides, he was fairly certain someone would come looking for him soon.
"Elaine, starting tomorrow, a lot of people will be visiting the house," Lucas said as he took out his phone.
"If you don't want to be disturbed, just stay upstairs."
"No, I think it'll be fun," Elaine replied cheerfully. She found the whole thing fascinating.
"Suit yourself," Lucas said indifferently. "Just don't say anything stupid."
"Deal. I'll just watch the show," Elaine giggled.
Lucas dialed a number.
"Hello."
"Director Fury," Lucas said bluntly.
"You already know about the ship. Listen carefully."
"I'm exhausted, and I don't want anyone disturbing my sleep tonight. I'd appreciate it if you could handle that for me."
"Otherwise, I won't mind personally launching anyone who wakes me up into the neighboring town."
"Trust me—when I'm tired or hungry, my temper is very bad."
"I assume that won't be a problem for you?"
There was a brief silence on the other end.
"I'll do my best," Nick Fury replied.
Lucas hung up.
"Motherfucker"
Fury cursed under his breath.
The moment the spacecraft appeared over the City, he had been notified.
Congress.
The military.
Foreign and domestic intelligence agencies.
Everyone knew.
And now he was supposed to stop them?
Fury stroked his chin, briefly considering whether to let Lucas teach those arrogant bastards a lesson.
But then he remembered the files—over a hundred gangsters who had vanished without a trace.
A chill ran down his spine.
He started making calls.
"This is Nick Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director. I need to speak with the President."
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"What a wonderful night."
Lucas stretched lazily after waking up and checked his phone.
The message he had sent Kara before sleeping still had no reply.
He shrugged and went to wash up.
"Big brother!"
Carrie happily called out when Lucas came downstairs.
Elaine was seated on the sofa, reading the morning newspaper.
"Good morning, Mr. Lucas."
The housekeeper, Maria, greeted him as she tidied up.
"Your breakfast has been reheated and is on the table."
"Thank you, Miss Maria" Lucas replied with a smile.
"I've asked Auntie to teach me german," Elaine suddenly said in broken german.
"Oh? That's impressive—you're learning fast," Lucas said in surprise.
"Miss Elaine has excellent language talent," Maria chuckled.
"I only taught her briefly, and she picked it up right away."
"I speak sixteen languages," Elaine sighed, setting down the paper.
"But German pronunciation isn't hard—the meanings and combinations are what really confuse me."
Lucas laughed.
"German is complex. I barely understand it myself sometimes."
"Mr. Lucas, Mr. Luthor asked me to tell you to contact him when you're free," Maria said as she placed a fruit plate on the table.
"Got it," Lucas nodded.
He didn't mind that Lex had arranged the housekeeper.
Stopping her would just result in another "Maria" anyway.
At least this one was trustworthy.
"Tell him I'll start receiving guests after thirty minutes—once breakfast is over."
After all, those millions of Franklins a year deserved some respect.
"Yes, sir," Maria replied, sending the message.
Lucas ate a couple of apple slices and drank some water before preparing to sit down for breakfast.
Suddenly—
Thump-thump-thump!
The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air outside.
Lucas frowned, then smirked.
"Impatient as always."
The doorbell rang.
Carrie rushed to open the door.
"Hi, beautiful Carrie! Thank you for opening the door," Lex Luthor said warmly.
"And here—this is for you."
"Thank you, Lex!" Carrie accepted the gift happily and ran back inside.
"And this is for you, little Elaine," Lex said, handing over another box.
"Thanks," Elaine replied flatly. She clearly wasn't fond of him.
Lex walked over to Lucas and exclaimed,
"Oh~ my dear Lucas, you can't start the day with that kind of breakfast!"
Before Lucas could respond, Lex took his plate and handed it to Maria, then clapped his hands.
Two men in chef uniforms entered, each carrying insulated containers.
Five minutes later, the table was covered in exquisite dishes.
Bacon.
Sausages.
Mushrooms.
Milk.
Egg pastries.
Everything imaginable.
Carrie was already staring at the food in a daze, practically drooling.
Lex smiled proudly.
"Lucas, all premium ingredients. These two are Michelin three-star chefs."
"I know you have a big appetite, so this is enough for ten people."
"If you like it, just send one message at mealtime—they'll fly in and cook for you personally."
Lucas stared at the luxurious spread.
Then glanced at the breakfast that had been taken away—
Plain porridge, pickles, and a fried egg.
He could only sigh inwardly.
'Capital… is truly a marvelous thing.'
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