Night is coming.
Light Bar of Lucifer is unusually not open today.
The scarlet neon sign was dim, and the "OPEN" sign at the door was turned to the "CLOSED" side. In front of the bar, the female Demons Mazikeen was wiping the glass.
"Why are we in Earth-53?"
She looked confusedly at Lord of Hell, who was shaking his wine glass not far away.
The golden liquid shone attractively under the light,
"There are actually more unmanifested earths hidden in Multiverse. However, our situation is rather special now, because my dad who deserves the most Hell is dedicated to---
Lucifer was about to explain when a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the warehouse.
"Bang!"
Then there was a series of sounds of metal objects collapsing, accompanied by someone's panicked screams.
"What the hell!"
Crowley rushed out of the warehouse sweating profusely, with his suit jacket covered in dust and his tie hanging crookedly around his neck, like a soldier who had just escaped from the battlefield.
As a part-time porter, he was so frightened that he held on to the door frame and breathlessly exclaimed, "Why didn't anyone tell me that there were a bunch of boss wings hidden inside!"
This King of Demons obviously did not dare to question Lucifer, so he looked at the Demons female bartender Mazikeen. Upon hearing this, the female Demons bartender Mazikeen immediately stopped wiping the bar with the rag in her hand.
"Are you cutting off your wings again? Are you hiding it?" Female Demons Mazikeen stared at Lucifer in disbelief. Lucifer quickly swallowed a sip of wine and touched her shoulder innocently.
"I'm not hiding them, I just put them there where others can't see them." It's hard to tell whether Lucifer's statement is quibbling.
He won't lie Demons, but that doesn't mean he won't quibble. In fact, anyone who has dealt with Lucifer knows that Lucifer's favorite thing to do is quibble.
Lucifer the Three-Year-Old.
It's not just one person who sees it this way.
His tone paused slightly.
The voice suddenly became angry, "Ever since I helped that little boy, wings have been growing on my back! This must be the conspiracy of the evil God!"
"My damn father just wants to disgust me on purpose!"
Lucifer spoke matter-of-factly, and pointed at Ian, who was floating in the clouds of Metropolis in the TV, looking down at "Armor Hero" in stunned silence.
"..."
Female Demons laughed angrily, covering her forehead and shaking her head, "But you shouldn't put them in the warehouse of our bar. Do you know how many men and women sneak in every day to have sex?"
Among all Demons, she is the only Demons who dares to be so cruel to Lucifer. Perhaps most Angels do not have such courage - Lucifer is more tolerant to her than most Demons.
Maybe it's because of her loyalty and diligence, and because Lucifer really doesn't have many friends since she was born.
"Oh? Then I hope my wings can add some fun to them." Lucifer was not only not angry, but he smiled happily and gave the female Demons Mazikeen a "you know" look.
"..."
Female Demons was speechless again.
"You will scare them to death! Our customers will decrease because of this!" After adjusting her emotions, she looked at the irresponsible boss with gritted teeth.
Lucifer shook his wine glass disapprovingly, "That's just right, at least they are having a great time, right? They won't be too sad when they drink Hell." He has lived for countless years, and of course he has many more lies than Ian.
Female Demons Mazikeen cannot compete with this man.
"Pah!"
She slammed the rag on the table, "I've had enough!" After saying this, the female Demons bypassed the frightened Crowley who kept her head down and did not dare to talk, and walked towards the direction where Crowley came out before.
Obviously.
This is to clean up Lucifer's mess - so Ian is not here, otherwise, Lucifer's wings may not be able to make pigeon soup, a feather is already so powerful.
"Uh" Looking at Mazikeen's angry back, Crowley stood there, not daring to express his anger. In order to ease the embarrassment, Lucifer waved to him and asked him to come closer.
"Ignore him, maybe she has been in the human world for too long, and she has infected her aunt." Lucifer deliberately said it loudly to ensure that his bartender could hear it in the warehouse.
"Expansion~"
There was the sound of smashing things inside.
Lazy jazz was playing in the bar, but it couldn't hide the anger in the air.
"Look, it's real."
Lucifer smiled and poured a glass of wine for Crowley.
"Report on your work?"
When the boss pours wine, there must be a reason.
Fortunately, Crowley, who was on the road, was well prepared.
He approached cautiously and took out a crumpled report, "Well... Hell has been relatively calm recently, and the riot has been suppressed.
Those Demons who resisted were imprisoned where they belonged."
"But mine is not too high. Since you have been away from Hell for a long time, there are still many Demons who are ready to take action and want to seize the opportunity to go further."
His report made Lucifer curl his lips.
"Boring."
Lucifer yawned.
"Isn't there anything interesting?"
He directly tore up the work report in Crowley's hand.
"Yes... yes!" Crowley's mind was spinning rapidly, and he also hurriedly added, "We have developed a new type of Temptation Potion, and even Angels can't resist its temptation."
This is obviously the report Lucifer wants to hear.
Lord of Hell suddenly became interested.
"This is good! Get me a few bottles. We just happen to have a lot of Angels now." As he said that, Lucifer pointed to the Angels on the TV that had fallen into the mortal world.
He then happily patted Crowley on the shoulder, "Work hard, and in a few days, you will kill my entire clone, and your prestige in Hell will be greatly improved."
Hear the words.
Crowley turned pale.
"I don't dare. I don't dare."
He was afraid that this would be the temptation and test of the moody Lucifer.
"Hey, it's so boring. When the policewoman and I hold a grand wedding, you only deserve to sit at the same table with the equally boring Mazikeen." Lucifer glared at Crowley with an unhappy look on his face.
Crowley quickly lowered his head.
Shivering.
However, this Lord of Hell did not continue to tease him. He suddenly changed the subject and asked a question he had known for a long time, "Is Constantine in your hands?"
Lucifer still "loves" Constantine so much.
Crowley was stunned, then nodded. "When we caught that Angels, we caught him by the way. However, now Constantine has escaped, and you also know how slippery that guy is."
"As for that Angels--that Angels was handed over to the boy who called himself Evil God." After a slight pause, Crowley pointed to the TV set next to [Evil God Funny Face].
In the picture, Ian is gesticulating about Jonathan's new look.
"The culprit behind Angels's falling into the sky actually fell into the hands of Ian·Kent. Pepe, the fun must be great." Lucifer was even more interested than before.
He even sat up straight as if he was expecting some good show. Except for those Angelss that come from the same origin, Lucifer treats other ordinary Angelss no differently than they treat mortals.
There is absolutely no emotion at all.
Crowley took over the work of the female bartender and wiped the table.
He observed Lucifer's emotions,
"Boss" Crowley considered the words, "I noticed that except Archangel, almost all other Angels have fallen into the human world... Is God really so cruel?"
Of course he wouldn't dare to insult God like Lucifer and Mazikeen.
However, curiosity still made Crowley ask the question in his mind. His voice became smaller and smaller, and the last word was almost stuck in his throat, which was definitely a sign of timidity.
This sentiment is half true and half false.
As King of Demons in Hell, Crowley knows better than anyone else Lucifer's complex emotions towards God - a feeling that is a mixture of hatred, awe and some kind of twisted nostalgia.
Under normal circumstances, it is extremely dangerous to mention God in front of Lucifer. However, unexpectedly, Lucifer, who was in a good mood today, did not get angry.
He just laughed.
The slender fingers gently tapped the edge of the wine glass as if playing the piano.
"God is much more ruthless than you think, Crowley." Lucifer's voice was meaningful, "Why do you think Heaven was polluted? That pollution source couldn't find the "door" to come in by itself."
He paused deliberately and looked at Crowley's pupils suddenly dilated.
"Yes, that's what the old immortal is like. It seems like he just didn't do anything. In fact, the old immortal didn't do anything, but he just made the biggest statement."
Lucifer added a final sentence,
Full of malice.
His horrifying suggestion made Crowley almost drop the cup in his hand. He didn't dare to answer the call and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was afraid that if he asked any more questions, he would become the King of Demons who was hit by pigeon shit.
"Then boss, you blame me for talking too much. Let's talk about Constantine. Do you want me to catch him for you?" Crowley changed the topic in time.
Very stiff.
However, the reason why he was sweating profusely this time was not because of his acting skills, nor was it the use of strength to overload his body. Lucifer glanced at this tailor with excellent professional skills in disgust.
"No, let Constantine play by himself. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't get ahead of Heaven."
Lucifer swayed the wine glass carelessly and said with a smile, "Really, Crowley, you are a collector, but you didn't find the treasure hidden in that guy?"
"Baby?" Crowley looked confused.
Lucifer showed an evil smile.
"An artifact that is enough to allow you to sit firmly on the Hell throne."
His smile was really evil enough, even more evil than Dragon King's crooked smile. Hearing this, Crowley stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound on the floor.
"I'm going to chase him now!"
Crowley knew that Lucifer would not lie, so Constantine might really have a treasure with him. But when he ran to the gate, he felt like his eyes were blurred as soon as he rushed out of the gate.
The whole person returned to the seat opposite Lucifer.
"Some opportunities will never come back if you miss them." Lucifer took a sip of wine, "That thing has been packed away and taken away. I advise you not to think about it again."
"Otherwise you will be very unlucky. Don't blame me for not warning you when the time comes." This tone was very familiar to Crowley. Crowley had warned his partners in a similar tone not long ago.
His brain was running rapidly, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the TV - in the picture, Ian was holding a cup of milk tea, shouting at the transformed Jonathan.
"In the hands of Ian·Kent?"
Crowley was anxious and wise, so he spoke in a low voice to test.
I saw that Lucifer was also looking at the TV.
"It's not in his hand, it's in his cup - the sandbag of that thing Sandman became Vanilla Boba Milk Tea, haha, I really like this guy."
Lucifer laughed loudly. This answer confirmed Crowley's guess. King of the Crossroads stared at Lucifer's expression and recalled all the information about Ian in his mind.
The boy who suddenly appeared in the Kent Family has power that even Angels is afraid of.
"Boss, I'm very confused." Crowley hesitated again and again, and finally asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time, "This boy is obviously not the biological descendant of Superman.:: What exactly is he?"
The bar suddenly became quiet.
Even the background music stopped strangely.
Lucifer Slowly put down the wine glass.
"Believe me, Crowley." Lucifer's voice suddenly became as deep as the echo in the depths of Hell, "Getting the answer to this question... is not necessarily a good thing for you."
Hearing this sentence, Crowley's brain buzzed for a while again. Even Lucifer had this attitude. He felt more and more that his guess might not be wrong.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore."
Crowley made a decisive decision.
"You still seem to be a little bit interesting." Lucifer elegantly filled a glass of amber liquor for Crowley. Looking at the flattered expression of the other party, he turned his eyes back to the TV screen. No one could pry into Lord of Hell's thinking. At this time,
Lucifer's thoughts seem to go back to that special night.
Next to the Sulfur lake of Hell.
He witnessed Archangel Amenadiel handing over a naked baby to Clark·Kent. The baby was surrounded by a special aura that did not belong to the entire Multiverse.
Just when Lucifer wanted to get closer and observe, a long-lost pressure that made him tremble fell from the sky. This was the first time God had laid eyes on his son since his fall.
Even if.
Just a warning.
This is also the only time since Lucifer chose to fall, that he felt that God was still there.
Invincible.
No choice.
To this day, Lucifer is unforgettable.
The singing in the bar echoed.
"Respect the unknown."
Lucifer suddenly raised his glass.
Under the blank gaze of Crowley.
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Crowley quickly followed the toast, but when he raised his head, he missed the complexity that flashed through Lucifer's eyes. No one could tell how many emotions it contained.
"Okay, now, we should continue to enjoy <Heaven's Calamity> directed by God." Lucifer suddenly laughed again and looked at the TV screen as if nothing happened.
in the screen.
The disaster of Metropolis may be over.
However, Gotham where the superheroes are located is still extremely busy.
A gray mist floats over the ruins of Gotham, which is caused by pollution. The once bustling streets now only have ruins and a pile of polluted Fallen Angels.
In this slightly dismal doomsday scene.
Several vigorous figures are moving quickly,
They are holding high-tech devices - Water Squirt Gun, wandering around every corner, whether it is the lanes of East District or the ruins of houses that have been removed.
Wherever there is a source of pollution, there is Justice League.
Water Squirt Gun, this seemingly funny weapon, actually contains Purification Fluid, which is something Batman worked on in a timely manner, and can instantly neutralize and remove the source of pollution on Angels.
"East District Lane cleared."
The voice of Cyborg came from the communicator.
"Three more contaminated Angels were found, and the purification has been completed." Batman stood on the roof of a half-collapsed apartment building, his cloak gently swinging in the breeze with a putrid smell. He held a strange-shaped high-pressure water gun in his hand, and the gun was covered with Batman's iconic black technological lines.
"Pay attention to the seven o'clock direction." His deep voice sounded on the Justice League channel, "There is a strong abnormal energy reaction there.
There should be more than one filthy Angels gathered."
It's not just people cleaning up sources of pollution.
There are also people cleaning up the pollution that has spread.
Flash shuttled like a red lightning, and the water gun in his hand accurately sprayed light blue liquid. The liquid immediately made a "sizzling" sound when it came into contact with the black sticky substance oozing out from the ground.
Wisps of blue smoke came out.
Later.
The pollution on the ground has been purified.
"Seriously."
Flash complained while running.
"I never thought that the daily life of a superhero would become the daily life of a firefighter." He braked suddenly, pointed at the shadow of the corner and pulled the trigger.
In the shadow hit by the blue liquid, a crouched Angels suddenly trembled violently. His originally dark wings began to fade away and gradually returned to a pure white color.
But this process was obviously extremely painful, and Angels let out a heart-rending scream and fell to his knees. Of course, he finally regained his consciousness and stopped singing that filthy hymn.
Wonder Woman stepped forward quickly.
Lasso of Truth was tied up and started to sing a more filthy hymn, crazily praising God of All Magic Ian's filth Angels: "Calm down! The purification process will be over soon."
She also used Water Squirt Gun to purify the pollution on Angels.
However.
The new hymn did not stop.
Wonder Woman could only let go of the bound Angels. The next moment, Angels, who had lost his glory and the power connection with Heaven, regained true clarity in his eyes.
Angels, who lost his power, raised his head, revealing a handsome but haggard face. His eyes were full of vigilance, and he instinctively shrank back when he saw the heavily armed heroes around him.
"What did you do to me?"
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Accompanied by gusts of wind howling, Batman jumped from the top of the building, his cloak unfolding like bat wings. "We have purified the pollution on your body. You are safe now."
While talking.
Batman used the instrument to scan the Angels in front of him. Just like the Angels that had been purified and polluted before, the other party showed information feedback like an ordinary person in his instrument.
"Mortals... you should not interfere in Angels's affairs." Angels, still maintaining a arrogant attitude, stood up unsteadily, trying to stretch out his white wings and fly into the sky.
Although he flew less than ten meters and fell on the ruins, he still insisted on getting up and continued to try - he looked like an ordinary person with a pair of degraded wings on his back.
"I guess Heaven's onboarding training must have included the rule that he will never accept help from humans." Aquaman saw Angels's arrogant attitude.
He couldn't help but make some complaints.
"You can rest here temporarily. I will arrange a safe place for you and help you find a way to return to Heaven. You don't need to worry about other things."
Batman continued to step forward to persuade, "Angels does not need charity from mortals, we will solve the problems we encounter by ourselves." The handsome Angels raised his head and looked at this mortal wearing a battle suit.
In the end, he just nodded slightly.
Not accepting help.
This is not the first time this has happened. Although the superheroes have purified the pollution on the Angelss, the Angelss who have lost their power still have their own pride.
"Why are they so stubborn?"
Not far away.
Cyborg also sighed helplessly.
Similar conversations were repeated in every corner of Gotham. Under the ruins of a bombed church in East District, a Angels immediately rejected Superman's suggestion after being rescued.
"I know who you are, and we also know who Bruce is. I don't want to be a sample on his experimental bench." Maybe Angelss have feelings for Superman There was more respect than Batman. At least this Angels bowed slightly to thank Superman, then put away his broken wings and left on his knees.
At the exit of an underground pipe, another Angels, after being purified, did not even want to look at Batman. He only left the words "We will find a way home" and left without looking back.
Really, no Angels is willing to accept assistance. Although they say words of gratitude, their attitude always maintains the arrogance and alienation from higher-dimensional existence.
"This is the great man who saved a group of Heaven."
Batman sighed.
Didn't stop it.
Because he has already made a risk assessment for this group of Angelss who have lost their strength. Before the Angelss regain their strength, most of these guys will probably be imprisoned in a mental hospital.
As for the remaining half, they either end up in illegal factories or are kidnapped into brothels.
"Is this the kind of suffering that Angels must endure?" Just as Batman was boldly pondering the idea of the Supreme Will, Superman Clark flew over with the already empty Water Squirt Gun.
"Bruce, we have cleared all areas."
Superman landed next to Batman, his red cloak swaying gently in the wind of Gotham. He looked at the Angelss who were being purified in the distance, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.
"Hmm."
Batman nodded.
"Bruce, you are so amazing." Superman suddenly spoke, with some deliberate admiration in his voice, "You are actually able to come up with a coping strategy in such a short period of time."
He paused.
The blue eyes narrowed slightly.
"I think... you were prepared, right?"
This is actually not a question, but a statement with a firm tone.
Batman did not respond immediately, his eyes were still fixed on a crumbling building in the distance. The ruins of Gotham cast long shadows in the sunset.
However, Clark did not let go of this silent gap, and he asked nonchalantly with a smile, "Can you tell me, what is the raw material of this Purification Fluid?"
Hear the words.
Bruce's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
He slowly turned his head, and his eyes under the mask looked particularly deep in the shadows. "Believe me, Clark, you probably don't want to know the answer to this question."
Regarding this.
Superman just smiled again.
"Let me guess, yes, just a guess." Superman crossed his arms and his tone suddenly became sharp, "You must have a share in our Sewer Treatment Company."
As soon as these words came out.
Batman, who was still sorting out his equipment, stopped moving.
"????"
Batman was stunned in a rare moment.
""What are you talking about?"
His tone was very speechless.
The eyebrows under the mask almost reach the hairline.
At this time, Clark's expression had become serious. "I watched you take out the big bucket with the Ian name label on it, and then create these so-called Purification Fluid."
He pointed to the empty container not far away.
The old father obviously began to settle accounts after the matter was under control.
"Huh?"
suddenly.
Wonder Woman also flew over after completing the work.
"Using the pollution created by Ian to fight another kind of pollution is a good way, Bruce." Wonder Woman smiled and gave a thumbs up to Batman.
Before she could continue her teasing and liven up the somewhat tense atmosphere, she saw Batman sigh heavily, raise her hands and press her temples.
"I just acquired some Metropolis hospitals, which Metropolis schools will designate for physical examinations." Batman didn't seem to mean to hide his behavior. He paused and seemed to be considering his words, "It's blood. I used your son's blood dilution.
Plus some other chemicals."
This explanation made Clark's expression look slightly embarrassed.
"Is that so..."
Clark's voice became lower.
He suddenly agreed with Wonder Woman's words. Ian might actually have the legendary Ian Virus in him, which would contaminate and corrode Kryptonian's way of thinking.
No one in Justice League was surprised that Batman would collect Ian's blood and the blood of other people, not even Ian's old father.
After all.
Even Ian, the invincible Father God with Super Intelligence, also had a lot of blood collected by Batman as a cunning villain. Gotham Weirdo really has all kinds of strange methods.
"God King's blood turns out to have this effect." Wonder Woman raised her eyebrows with interest, her eyes wandering between the two,
It is even suspected that Batman secretly imprisoned some gods for research.
Otherwise, it would not explain why Bruce was able to choose Ian's blood as the material in the first place - it is not the fault of those Angels's caution and defense against Batman.
Sending Angels, gods, etc. to the experimental bench is indeed what Batman can do. Everyone present knows that Batman may be able to dig out anything in its secret laboratory.
"Ian has never participated in any physical examination since he entered middle school. What I can collect is actually his blood when he was an ordinary person."
"As for why it is useful, don't ask me." Batman suddenly pushed Superman in front of him. When the two of them crossed paths, he
He spoke with deep meaning and looked at Clark.
"Either ask Clark, or go to the church and ask God." After saying that, he strode towards Batmobile and began to conduct a final scan of the entire city.
This is to ensure that no source of contamination is missed.
Gotham The dusk stretched his figure very long. Just when the atmosphere was about to fall into embarrassment, Cyborg's somewhat helpless voice suddenly came from the communicator.
"Well... guys, I think we have another problem." His mechanical eye flashed with data flow, which was obviously connected to the public network of America.
"Is the contamination occurring elsewhere?"
Flash and Aquaman were immediately shocked.
However.
"No, the problem I'm talking about is that Superman still has to move those residents and houses back." Cyborg's tone became more and more weird, and he responded in a somewhat unspeakable voice, "According to my data collection, the disaster relief loans provided by America officials to Gotham refugees are a very special kind of usury."
"Exactly how special it is is that loan sharks all comment on the Internet that this is the best loan shark among loan sharks." He paused before telling the story.
"...
"...
The members of Justice League collectively fell into silence at this moment,
Only Cyborg was still searching for information while reporting to everyone at Justice League, "I think those Congress and the bank bosses don't know what they are doing."
"Those are the Gotham City people. After they were forced to take loans, even the Gotham City people with good nature are now counting their weapons inventory and buying bullets on a large scale."
Cyborg's "rebroadcast" is simply jaw-dropping.
"Wait a minute, what are those Gotham City people going to do?" Aquaman's pupils suddenly dilated, and he felt that he was finally about to witness the uprising activities that the people on the land were talking about.
"Well, I don't dare to comment, but Gotham City citizens have raided air force bases in other cities, successfully instigated base soldiers and gained the use of more than thirty F35 fighter jets."
Cyborg's voice is very indescribable.
Hear this.
The Lasso of Truth in Wonder Woman's hand almost fell to the ground. "What the hell is this?!" She thought of the time when she first arrived at Gotham, the ruthless people who thought the end had come and wanted to turn their neighbors into cans for storage.
"These guys were placed in other cities, just like full-level criminals entering a novice village. Surveillance shows that even a kind-hearted old lady can take out a rocket launcher from her super-XL underwear."
Cyborg continued to report, his tone becoming more and more helpless. Everyone looked at the figure using Batmobile. They all wanted to know from whom Gotham City citizens purchased the arms.
"Don't ask me, ask damn Joker Gang."
Batman felt like he was taking the blame, and sighed speechlessly and irritably. His emotional control was getting worse and worse, and he could hear a hint of impatience in his voice.
At this moment.
"Oh no!"
Cyborg The shocked voice sounded again.
"Those guys are actually studying the unlocking program of nuclear bombs - they got a nuclear warhead!" Sure enough, Gotham has talents, which is much better than Metropolis's talents.
Superman heard the words and immediately turned into a red and blue afterimage and rushed into the sky.
Flash followed closely. Their mission was very clear - to move the property of Gotham City residents and citizens back to the land that they should nourish.
Of course.
The first thing to deal with is the rebels in the air force base.
Superman is responsible for high-altitude interception, preventing any F-35s trying to take off; Flash is responsible for ground operations, forcibly taking away those citizens who are studying whether to bomb Congress or Wall Street.
The most outrageous time was when an aunt in pajamas actually converted a microwave oven into an electromagnetic pulse cannon, which paralyzed electronic equipment in half a block.
Over the next few hours.
Justice League Others also witnessed what is called the "Gotham characteristic return wave" - when Superman carried the entire apartment building across the bay,
The residents in the building were still eating, drinking and gambling calmly.
The mental state is very first-rate.
"What a bunch of terrorists!" Flash drove the stolen fighter jet back to the air force base at the speed of light. The old man Gotham in the driver's seat was actually still studying the operation manual. The most outrageous thing was that an old lady wearing a pearl necklace was still holding on to a metal box marked "Radioactive Materials" when she was sent back to the ruins of her home.
"This is a souvenir! A souvenir for going out!" The old lady confidently shouted to Flash, who was persuading her, "My grandson will need it when he goes to college!"
Her words left Flash at a loss.
Still Batman is awesome.
When he went up, he gave the old lady a large pen bag, and showing off his grumpy Batman demeanor, he directly snatched the old lady's metal box, and then asked Flash to take it away for proper disposal.
"There's something wrong with you, Bruce." Clark carried back the last batch of buildings. When he saw Batman's situation, he also frowned and reminded him.
"Hmm."
Batman did not deny it.
He just looked at the palm he had just subconsciously swung out, directly slapping the old lady, and his eyes flickered slightly.
"I will heal myself."
He assured the others in Justice League that he had no intention of asking for help. Instead, he directly got on his Batmobile and rushed out as if he wanted to do a check-up on himself.
Superman, who didn't know where he went to the secret base, soon discovered that Bruce's tank was lost in his sight. It was obvious that Bruce had made preventive designs specifically for him who had gained enhanced abilities.
"I have a bad feeling in my heart."
Clark looked into the distance.
At this time, after continuous transportation work, Flash and Superman successfully restored most of the environment of Gotham, but the buildings that were rooted back were slightly different from before.
"Bruce said he knew what was wrong with him." Flash had obviously communicated with Bruce just now. He said to Clark while holding his knees and panting.
"Your speed has slowed down by more than half, and your physical strength is also losing. I think your problems are still eating away at you." Superman's eyes fell on Flash's arm again.
There.
The mark of ferocity still exists.
Flash looked down at his arms under his clothes and said softly, "Bruce tell me that if you are lucky enough, you can solve my trouble tonight."
Now he obviously doesn't want to imagine what would happen if he wasn't lucky enough.
"If you need help, or if you find a bigger problem with Bruce, please notify me as soon as possible." Superman patted Flash's shoulder and reminded Flash in his ear,
"No problem."
Flash made a 0K gesture to Superman, then turned into a red lightning and disappeared at the end of the street - he was obviously going back to the research base where he stayed before.
"Everyone can finally have a good rest."
Superman looked around at the other members of Justice League.
"Bruce looks like that, but I can't feel at ease. One day I don't know if I will wake up and find that there are a bunch of Bio-Wonder Woman created by Bruce on the earth."
Wonder Woman is also very worried about Batman's current mental state.
"Yeah, yeah."
Aquaman and Cyborg looked at each other and shared the same response,
"I will try to find a way to keep an eye on Bruce when I go back." Of course Superman was also worried, he made a promise, and then looked in the direction of Metropolis.
Under the watchful eyes of a group of superheroes.
The invincible Superman disappeared instantly.
He left a little hastily - as soon as Clark landed among the ruins of his yard, he saw Ian and Jordan wrestling with each other, and the two were fighting for a certain shining belt.
"Play with me for a while! Big brother loves me the most!"
Ian pinned Jordan to the ground with a chokehold.
"Fart! He still owes me two girlfriends! Let me play with his belt!" Not to be outdone, Jordan reached back and dug into Ian's armpit.
The whole Ian made a weird giggle like the Evil God.
"What's going on?"
Superman is standing not far away.
The cloak fell weakly.
"Can someone please explain?"
He stood in front of the ruins.
He looked at Ian and Jordan who were struggling together, then at Jonathan who was standing next to him at a loss, and at Madison who was carrying a street lamp, eating barbecue, and cheering for Ian.
"Jordan is a loser and wants to compete with MVP for that magical Transformation Belt." Madison noticed Superman's gaze and explained vaguely while chewing barbecue.
She explained it one step ahead of Jonathan. Superman felt that after hearing this, she felt like she usually listened to Ian's words - she still didn't understand anything.
"Listen... Dad, this is what happened..." Jonathan scratched his head and stepped forward a little embarrassed. In the next ten minutes, he recounted his experience of meeting the white-bearded grandfather in his dream.
After Superman finished listening, his expression froze for five seconds.
"You mean."
Clark asked word by word, as if to confirm that he heard correctly, "An old man in a nightgown took a belt from the TV and gave it to you, and then you can pray to the gods to borrow strength?"
"The last time I heard something like this was about Shazam and his little story." Of course Clark knew about Shazam, but Shazam didn't join Justice League.
That special superhero needs to put his studies first.
Faced with dad's question.
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Seeing this scene, Clark couldn't help but frown, and began to wonder whether Jonathan needed to find Dr. Hannibal.
"Really, I find it very strange, but that's what happened." Jonathan seemed to see his father's suspicion, sighed and strode towards Ian and Jordan, who were still fighting. He grabbed the belt that the two were fighting for, and buckled it around his waist under the surprised eyes of his old father.
"Transform!"
A dazzling blue light burst out instantly, and Jonathan's figure changed rapidly in the light. When the light dissipated, a figure covered in mysterious armor and surrounded by ancient runes appeared in front of everyone.
The most shocking thing was that as he waved his hand gently, the mud on the ground began to dance automatically, forming a neat square array, as if performing some mysterious ritual.
"??????"
Superman opened his mouth wide.
My jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Silence.
A long silence.
I don't know how Superman convinced himself to accept this fact. He looked at the ruins of his new home, sighed, and reached out to pick up the three children at home.
"Just in time, you can also join the ranks of cutting down trees and building homes." Superman's receptive ability is indeed a bit strong, perhaps due to proper training.
He was about to take off back to his hometown with three people. "As for me, I can also help you repair your home. As a witch, I have to exercise more strength on weekdays." Madison suddenly said,
He stretched out his street lamp and handed it to Superman.
""..."
Superman held the three boys in one hand and held Madison's street lamp with the other. He took off in an instant and sped towards the farm that Kent Family had owned for generations.
"I don't want to build a house! I bought you a big house!"
Ian's resistance is meaningless after all.
He was still forced to join in the process of cutting down trees, absorbing the water from the trees, and building a good home. This was it. After working for more than half an hour, he finally seized the opportunity to run away with Madison.
Neither Clark nor the two brothers responded after being invested.
Until the new home is built.
Only then did Superman realize that Ian had disappeared at some point, and there was only one Demon Head in the compartment, holding his throat and imitating the voices of Ian and Madison.
"Where are the people?"
He ignored the fact that Demon Head was still acting like an imitator.
He looked around in shock.
Finally.
The old father locked the place where Ian and Madison are - that is Gotham.
"Black Angel Come to me."
"Go to Little Punk Girl for White Angel. Don't worry, there are no screws there."
Obviously.
Capitalists know how to seize opportunities best.
Therefore, Ian's Greatest Technology Group started recruiting labor force.