Superman, Batman, and Kryptonians all needed training

"He's here! Superman is here!"

He really came to the Capitol Building!

"This is truly a historic moment!"

"We expect Superman to give the senators, the United States people, and the whole world a statement—"

During the live television broadcast, the host seemed to be a fan of Superman, but the underlying meaning of her words was quite strange, with a clear hint of flattery intended to undermine him.

In the Wayne Group office in Gotham, Bruce Wayne discovers that the employee who lost his leg in front of him has not received the compensation he was supposed to provide; it has been returned every month.

Bruce's expression was unusually grave; he vaguely sensed something ominous.

Members of Congress saw Superman and expressed their dissatisfaction.

We are the members of Congress, sitting on Capitol Hill, looking down over the entire United States and the entire world, deciding the fate of the world with our fingertips.

Superman! How dare you hover above the Capitol!

How dare you trample us gentlemen under your feet!

I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget!

Senator June, her face serious, made up her mind and walked into the Meeting Hall.

Lex Luthor, who was discussing the restrictions on Kryptonian with her, said provocatively, "He's up to no good, June baby."

The senator responded firmly, "I grew up on Farm, I can take down pigs, why would I be afraid of him?"

Luthor understood that Senator June meant she wouldn't be fooled by Luthor words.

So he asked a question, "Do you know the oldest lie in United States history?"

Before Senator June could react, Luthor stated the answer himself, "Might makes right."

Senator June glanced at Luthor warily; her intuition told her that the man in front of her was dangerous and insane, and she had to stay away from him.

But with the hearing about to begin, the senator had no time to ponder what the problem was; she could only give Luthor one last look before turning and leaving.

Lex Luthor concluded with a flippant yet meaningful remark: "Good luck—"

Superman descended from the sky, and upon seeing his arrival, the protesters against Kryptonian began to curse loudly, while Superman's fans erupted in thunderous cheers, turning the area in front of the Capitol Building into a noisy sea.

Superman ignored the people's reactions and walked straight into the Main Gate.

Walking through the long corridor and into the meeting room where the hearing was being held, Superman's steps were not firm.

He didn't know what questions the senator would ask him, nor did he know how to answer them.

Although Clark is Superman, the strongest Superhero, and a god among men, Clark is also an ordinary person who has never interacted with those in power.

No matter how powerful one is, people will always feel uneasy and anxious when facing things they don't understand.

The tense Superman could not suppress the surge of his immense life force, which emanated an aura as imposing as a mountain.

As soon as he entered the conference room, his imposing presence put immense pressure on all attendees, instantly silencing the chaotic discussions and making the large conference room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Superman pushed open the gate to the location where he was being questioned and stood in his rightful place.

Senator June began chairing the meeting, and as she fluently recited the clichés of democracy, she suddenly noticed a note stuck to the teacup beside her.

The senator, whose inner alarm bells were ringing, couldn't continue speaking.

She reached out and turned the teacup to face up, seeing the words on the note. "Grandma's Peach Tea."

These are her own words, a metaphor she used when exposing Luthor's lies.

Senator June's pupils dilated, and he abruptly turned to look at Lex Luthor's position, where, sure enough, no one was there.

Everyone with a keen eye, including Superman, followed the senator's gaze to Luthor's location. However, the next moment, the wheelchair in which the witness with the broken leg was sitting exploded.

The wheelchair wasn't large, but the bomb was extremely powerful.

The terrifying shockwave and high altitude instantly destroyed the entire first floor of the Capitol Building, and also affected parts of the second and third floors.

The entire Capitol Building was engulfed in Sea of Fire, and hundreds of people, including Senator June, journalists, experts, and witnesses, perished.

Batman saw the explosion on television, and as if he had lost his mind, he was controlled by his inner rage, blaming everything on Superman and vowing to kill Superman.

Superman is an invincible god among men, and only Kryptonite can slightly restrain him, but only slightly; it cannot cause fatal damage.

"I need Kryptonite, a lot of Kryptonite, to forge a god-slaying spear, the Spear of Longinus, uniquely belonging to Superman."

Batman has actually collected quite a bit of Kryptonite over the past few months, but he hasn't collected enough large Kryptonite to be polished into a spear.

Throughout the world, Shazo has acquired almost all the large pieces of Kryptonite, with the sole exception being the Luthor Group, where he displayed them in the Luthor Group's lobby.

Shazo acts erratically, but he is meticulous in his methods and extremely secretive. Batman had no idea that he had something ready-made in his possession.

So Batman stormed into Luthor Corporation and stole the largest piece of Kryptonite.

Batman was unaware that his every move was being watched by the Chlorine Star Warrior, who even filmed him with Night-Vision Camcorder and sent the footage to the Forest of Gotham City.

Shazo watched this scene and merely sneered.

Blinded by rage, Batman lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong, becoming like a puppet manipulated by Luthor, hurtling headlong in the most wrong direction.

This time, it's probably not just Superman who will learn a lesson, but Batman too.

Shazo asked, "Faora, we only have Batman's surveillance footage, what about Superman's? And Lex Luthor's?"

Faora lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shazo, our warriors couldn't catch up with Kal-El, and Lex Luthor... he lost them too."

"Heh." Shazo laughed sarcastically, "Superman's strength is immense, he could definitely see your actions, so it's understandable that he couldn't catch up."

He glanced at the young Krypton Warrior behind Faora, his tone growing increasingly strange, "But Lex Luthor —that shouldn't be the case, right? He's just a human, an ordinary human."

"You spoke so casually before setting off; how could a mere human possibly escape my notice?!"

There was no need for Shazo to continue; the young Krypton Warrior behind Faora turned purple with shame, and his entire body trembled.

Shazo pointed at him and said, "Krypton kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'll give you another mission: monitor a human again. If you fail this time—"

The Krypton Warrior raised his head. "If I fail again, I will absolutely not come back alive!"

Shazo laughed heartily, "Great! I have high hopes for you!"

After dismissing the three Krypton Warrior who were on surveillance, Shazo suddenly stopped smiling.

He asked with great dissatisfaction, "Faora, is the arrogance of Kryptonian ingrained in their bones? If he were serious, with his strength, how could he not keep an ordinary person in check?"

"Even if he used a body double, even if he went through a tunnel, can't someone with X-ray vision see it?"

Faora opened her mouth, but didn't say anything in defense, because she had nothing to say.

Shazo snorted coldly, "Failure means nothing to me, but it's different for you, isn't it?"

"Didn't I tell you this was your last chance to find Zod's Corpse? Did you just ignore it, or do you think my words don't matter?"

Before Faora could defend himself, Shazo stopped him with a gesture of utmost seriousness, a smile that bordered on the eerie. "Faora," he said, "remember this," he said, "This time I'm forgiving him and you because it's not my interests that are at stake."

"Next time—you won't want to know the consequences, understand?"

Faora nodded repeatedly, her face slightly pale.

She was truly frightened by Shazo's unpredictable emotions, and given that they had indeed done something wrong, she felt no more anger or resentment, only the fear of failing again.

Shazo's emotional change frightened Faora, but that was just the result; there were three real reasons.

Firstly, Shazo's strength has been growing day by day, far surpassing that of Faora, and he unconsciously puts pressure on her when the two are together.

Secondly, there is the Thought Imprint left on Faora's genes.

If General Zod is the template for a thought leader, then Faora is the template for a deputy. When oppressed by a more powerful leader, she will naturally feel a slight fear, and this fear will become the breeding ground for a submissive mentality.

The third reason is the situation of the Kryptonian.

After escaping from the Shadow Space, the Kryptonian lived a life of constant displacement, and they would have collapsed long ago had it not been for General Zod's unwavering resolve.

Today, the Kryptonian have lost their leader, but they have taken root steadily on Earth and the Moon, and have multiplied into a new generation. Moreover, all of them are no longer manufactured products, but primitive species that need to be educated and nurtured.

Although they cannot compare to naturally born children like Kal-El, and their potential is limited, their next generation will completely revert to naturally born children.

Krypton civilization will return to its upward trajectory.

This hopeful state of life is something all Kryptonian cherish and feel immense gratitude towards Shazo, who brought it all to them.

Gratitude itself can unconsciously make people feel Dwarves and easily generate a sense of fear.

Three factors combined to create Faora's current mindset. She lowered her head and said earnestly, "Mr. Shazo, we will not fail again."

Shazo smiled happily, "I hope so too."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"The human that kid was protecting is Superman's adoptive mother, her name is Martha. Superman and his adoptive mother have a very close relationship, and he trusts her completely."

"So----"

Faora continued, "Therefore, any conspiracy against Kal-El will definitely have to exploit his adoptive mother's weakness."

Shazo nodded and said, "This time we're just trying to teach him a lesson, not to make him our mortal enemy. So we can't let someone he values die a violent death."

"That troublemaker named Lois is going to be sent too—" said Faora.

"No, no need." Shazo rejected Faora's suggestion. "Lois is irrelevant. Superman's focus is on her. As long as Superman is alive, no one on Earth can kill Lois."

"The things between lovers are very complicated. I certainly can't understand them at all. If we rashly interfere, we might end up making a deadly enemy of Superman even though we've saved someone. That would be counterproductive."

Faora: "----Ah, is that so?"

Shazo Zuo nodded. "Believe me, although I'm a madman and have never understood love, I'm still human. I've seen countless displays of affection, so I know how irrational things can be between lovers."

Faora: "----What's dog food?----Okay, I'll listen to you."

Shazo added, "Keep a close eye on Batman. If he uses Kryptonite to create a lethal weapon, you must tell me immediately."

"I'll steal it out—no, I'll replace it with a fake."

"Large Kryptonite weapons are too dangerous. Even if you're equipped with radiation protection suits, getting hit by that damn thing is still fatal."

Therefore, all large Kryptonite must be in our hands.

Faora stood at attention, head held high, and loudly replied, "Yes, sir!"

Under the watchful eyes of the largest group of Kryptonian, the vanished Luthor successfully manipulated public opinion, putting Superman in the spotlight.

The Kryptonian couldn't understand why humans could make Kal-El so confused and distressed, but Kryptonian were still happy that this traitor was being tormented by humans.

Moreover, the more pain Superman suffers, the happier the Kryptonian feel.

[No missing-nin ever ends well! Unless he can be both male and female, salty and salty, tough and gentle.]

A few days later, Batman polished the stolen Kryptonite into a spear, and used the powder to make smoke bombs.

Shazo ignored the smoke bombs but replaced the Kryptonite Spear with a fake one covered in Kryptonite powder.

Shazo didn't do it himself; instead, he traded a box of gems to the Catwoman in exchange.

Batman was very wary of Shazo. Whenever Shazo left the Forest, Batman would become so nervous that he seemed to be dying, giving Shazo no chance to make a move.

But Catwoman Selene is different; she only needs to gently call Bruce's name twice to make him lower his guard.

After a fierce close-quarters fight, Catwoman effortlessly swapped out her Kryptonite Spear and also stole a custom-made diamond necklace from Bruce.

Even though it was made specifically for her by Bruce, secretly taking it away brought her greater happiness than Bruce putting it on her by hand.

When the Catwoman appeared before Shazo, adorned with a necklace, earrings, ring, and bracelet studded with diamonds, and exchanged them for the tip of Kryptonite Spear, even Shazo was somewhat dazzled.

He looked Catwoman up and down a few times, then chuckled jokingly, "So you like diamonds, huh?"

Catwoman nodded. "Of course, diamonds are the most sparkling of all gemstones, so naturally they are my favorite."

Shazo casually stretched out his hand, and the branches beside him quickly dehydrated and carbonized, turning into pure carbon powder that fell into his palm.

As he suddenly squeezed it shut with force, a dazzling light burst forth.

In just 5 seconds, the toner turned into a transparent, sparkling diamond.

Consider this a small free gift.