Using Super Vision, Clark searched Gotham City at dozens of times the speed of sound for the people David had described as dressed like samurai and ninjas.
He feared missing every block and every alley.
Under the Bio-Field, the pedestrians flowing through Gotham's streets remained utterly unaware that someone had raced past them at speeds that should have shattered every window and severely injured passersby.
After searching nonstop for more than ten minutes, Clark finally found his targets at a station and flashed to the rear of the crowd.
Beside the platform stood a group of nearly a hundred people. Gas masks covered their faces, katanas were strapped to their backs, and they wore samurai attire. They carried the cold aura of emotionless machines, making people instinctively want to stay away.
Coupled with their bizarre appearance, the people in the station hurriedly avoided them in fear.
Even when the train arrived, no one dared board with them.
The middle-aged man at the front wore a suit. Every gesture exuded the bearing of a leader. Leaning elegantly on a cane, he stepped onto the train.
Like the silent attendants of an ancient monarch, the people behind him carried a massive box-shaped machine onto the train.
This must be Ra's al Ghul, the one David mentioned!
Clark quickly dialed his brother's number.
"A plan to destroy the city?"
He clenched his fists.
In the Batcave, Bruce mixed the powder he had collected earlier into water, then evaporated it. Several bats serving as test subjects in a glass enclosure shrieked in terror. Their fear gave rise to rage, and they went madly at each other, biting and clawing.
Blood splattered and chunks of flesh flew. In less than half a minute, the bats were at death's door.
Bruce clenched his fist, his