Gotham, Iceberg Lounge.
Under the blue lights, there is an even grander wrestling ring. Two shirtless strong men are competing in the ring.
The people around him all shouted in unison.
The boss of Iceberg Lounge, Penguin Oswald, is sitting in the office.
He watched the competition on the ring with pleasure. In the past, he would have absolutely hated this kind of meaningless and barbaric competition.
He hoped that it would be a striptease performance, which would allow him to make more money, but it was different now.
He has broken away from those vulgar entertainments and wants to mingle with these violent country bumpkins.
He has no other intention, he wants to revitalize Cobblepot Family!
Although he is still a wanted fugitive of CIA, he has secretly taken over several TV stations and two street entertainment tabloids, if you count.
He can call himself the news tycoon Gotham City.
But that was just the first step in Oswald's plan. He was now particularly grateful to Miao Mu for reminding him before.
Let him sponsor a group of "geniuses" from the slums. Good people are always rewarded, and these geniuses have really taken root.
Someone even came to work in the city hall and brought him great news.
The mayor elected this year may be Gotham's mayor with the shortest term. Because he is involved in some black box transactions of power, this mayor has been targeted by Harvey Dent.
Moreover, there is news that Mr. Pale Knight of Gotham also has evidence in his hand that can send the mayor away directly.
Gotham Next year, there will definitely be a new election. There will be no black-box operations and absolutely fair elections, all based on strength.
Therefore, Oswald strikes first, seizes the news, then waits for the opportunity, and then appears in front of Gotham in a special way to run for mayor!
He has already thought about it, relying on the spread of these news to make up a miserable life experience for himself.
Of course, you have to hide your former gangster identity...
At this point, Oswald suddenly became more tolerant of his bloated figure. Even his previously injured feet became very distinctive, and no one would doubt it.
A man with a poor background and a disability was once the gang boss of Upper East Side and the bag-carrying boy of Falcone.
The glory of the Cobblepot Family will glow with new vitality!
Thinking of this, Oswald leaned comfortably on the boss's chair, took out the canned fish from the drawer and ate it.
By the way, make a reservation for a sashimi dinner as well.
In the busy club, suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass, and the skylight on the roof was smashed!
A gray spear fell from the sky.
It suddenly turned in the air, flew towards the bar full of fine wine, and directly penetrated a wooden barrel filled with rum.
The boastful fellow Arthur Curry Cullen, who was chatting with Amnesty Bay with his hair disheveled, looked at the broken wine barrel and stood up immediately.
Today is an advance celebration party for his birthday, well, it's two months in advance. He mainly wants to invite his fellow villagers to drink.
The wine barrel suddenly burst.
The gray stickman stood up with amber-like wine on his body, twisted his arms like strips of cloth, transformed into a brass trident and raised it, with the tip pointing directly at Arthur Curry.
"Are you provoking me?"
Arthur Curry tilted his head and asked. Although he likes to drink and is lazy most of the time, he is Aquaman!
Metropolis.
In the dormitory shared by Clark and Jimmy Olson, the lights had just been turned off. The dormitory was not big, with bunk beds.
The upper bunk is Jimmy, and the lower bunk is Clark. Next to it is the desk and the window. Clark's life is still very ordinary.
However, he has been worried recently, as if he sensed that something was about to happen.
Even Jimmy can feel his worry.
"Clark, do you want to go watch a movie together? I chose...Clark? Where is the person?"
Jimmy poked his head down from the upper bunk.
Clark's bed was empty, and there was no one anywhere, but the window was not closed tightly and was blown open by the wind.
In the night sky outside the dormitory.
Clark, who had changed into Superman's costume, was holding a gray throwing gun and flying hundreds of meters in the air.
After throwing the gun and struggling for a while, it turned into a gray stickman.
fell from the sky...
Superman dodged and flew down. The stick figure was smashed and shattered instantly, turning into blue fragments that gathered into the screen.
Superman was looking at the information above and thinking about it.
In Fortress of Solitude far away in the North Pole, a series of signals sounded, which were the signal locks from Krypton.
In the same dimensional universe, outside Solar System, a huge fleet is beginning to accelerate.
In the middle rectangular flagship.
A tall figure wearing a dark heavy mecha that covered his whole body was looking at the outline of the earth.
There is a ring of metal reinforcing the neck, and the look on his face is old.
"Carl..." General Zod looked at the screen popping up about Superman, as well as some of the collected information.
"General, we have determined the location of the target, shall we move forward at full speed?" A Krypton soldier came over.
Wearing a metal battle armor with Krypton characteristics.
"Is this the first time we've been to Earth?"
General Zod stared at the earth, raised his hand and touched his neck. He seemed to still have some lingering fear, and his old eyes flickered slightly.
The soldier replied, "It's... the third time."
Hearing this answer, General Zod closed his eyes, "Bring Carl back to Krypton, no matter the cost!"
"What about Earth?"
"Destroy!"
General Zod looked cold, "Since they have given us a chance, let's not let them down. Release Aberrants. We need their eggs. Order the task force to speed up!"
"Yes!" Krypton soldier saluted quickly.
The huge fleet began to accelerate, and among them was a special type of reconnaissance spacecraft, flying towards the earth at the fastest speed.
The long tail flame streaked across the sky like a shooting star.
Gotham, Arkham Asylum.
In a special glass cell, Ozymandias Veidt is doing the necessary daily physical exercises.
He always likes to keep his physical energy in a strong state, but his cellmate is very lazy.
Or it's more accurate to say neighbor, because it's right across the street.
They were separated by a corridor in the middle, with thick transparent bulletproof glass, and it was clearly visible that the other person was an interesting guy.
At least Veidt doesn't hate him, but something seems a little different tonight, after Veidt finished doing handstand push-ups.
I looked at the lights on the ceiling uneasily. There was no day or night here, only white woven lights that were on.
"Did you hear it? I heard it, Gotham was cheering..."
Joker, wearing a black and white striped shirt, sat cross-legged on the ground, his lips trembling slightly and only moving a few times.
Veidt saw what he said and responded, "So, you seem to be very happy?"
"Don't you think it's boring here?" Joker said with a smile.