Luthor spoke very quickly, holding a military data tablet in his hands.
"Pentagon and United Nations Defense Committee have sent the seventh confirmation letter. They hope to send an engineering corps to assist in reconstruction, nominally serving voluntarily."
Chu Men glanced at him, took out a box of crushed cigarettes found in Divine Temple's ruins from his pocket, took out one and shook it.
"Tell them to get lost."
Chu Men spoke lightly.
"Yes, I immediately refused and asked them to deliver this year's quota of rare earth and heavy hydrogen reserves in advance."
Luthor responded without hesitation, and then pointed at the damaged life support center on the flank of Divine Temple.
"The biochemical signs of Clark and Diana have stabilized. The dark red mark completely suppressed the residual poison of Anti-Life Equation after you killed the clone of Apokolips."
"Victor is in the main control room three hundred meters underground, trying to use the remaining codes of Mother Box to take over the central system of the remaining battleship Apokolips."
Chu Men bit his unlit cigarette holder and glanced randomly at the ruins of the devastated port.
"Are there any other bugs?"
Luthor moved for a moment, his expression slightly restrained.
"Reporting to the Lord God, during the vibration of the continental shelf reset just now, we detected a weak military electromagnetic reaction near the Old Harbor abandoned dock."
Luthor raised his hand and pressed the tablet to bring up a thermal imaging scan.
"It's the wreckage of a stealth fighter plane that was penetrated by Trident."
"According to the distribution of the heat source, there is a seriously injured life form inside, and..."
Luthor's eyes turned cold.
"A set of Bat tactical exoskeletons that are not registered by Divine Temple."
Chu Men heard this, spit out the cigarette holder in his mouth, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh?"
"Is he still alive?"
Luthor immediately bowed his head and asked for instructions:
"Tyrant team has surrounded that area. Do you need me to order him to be completely eliminated now?"
"An old-era Phantom who has lost his weapons and broken his legs is not worthy of tainting your sight anymore."
Chu Men waved his hand and stepped forward.
"Clear?"
"Kill the protagonist of the stage that was finally set up with great difficulty, and you will act in the rest of the scene?"
"Go and fix your broken Divine Temple."
Chu Men left a word and slid into the air, heading towards the end of the Old Harbor ruins.
Old dock.
The crushed wreckage of Batwing was stuck between two broken crane columns, and pungent black smoke was still coming out of the engine room.
Dozens of Bio-Tyrant with eyes flashing red, holding heavy chain swords, surrounded the wreckage, and the mechanical joints made a low hum.
Bang.
A deformed cockpit steel plate was pushed open from the inside.
Bruce·Wayne rolled out of the wreckage with his face covered in blood, and fell heavily into the mud covered with seaweed and broken glass.
The exoskeleton of his left leg had been completely broken, and the sharp alloy break pierced the tactical combat pants, and blood flowed all the way down his calf.
The Divine Frequency Emitter in my hand only had half of the blackened coil left, and was completely scrapped.
Bruce gasped and struggled to raise his head.
The biochemical weapons all over the floor suddenly took three steps back in unison, and all the mechanical heads were lowered.
In the center of those monsters, Chu Men, with his feet three inches off the ground and his hands in his pockets, was looking down at him condescendingly.
Bruce wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, grabbed a broken steel bar at his side, and tried to stand up with support.
"Why, Bruce."
Chu Men stopped two meters in front of him, his expression as calm as if he was greeting an acquaintance.
"Can't even get into a wheelchair?"
Bruce clenched his bloody back molars and let out a low gasp from his throat:
"Chu Men... Why didn't you take action just now?"
Bruce clutched the rusty steel bars with his palms, and the rough rust wore away the cracks in his tactical gloves.
He dragged his broken left leg and forcibly pulled himself up from the mud.
Half of the tactical visor was broken, and the exposed left eye socket was covered with blood, but his gaze was still fixed on Chu Men's face.
"Darkseid is going to blow up this planet."
Bruce's voice was hoarse, and with every breath, a rough breath came out of his chest like a broken bellows.
"You knew he was going to drag everyone with him to be buried, and you even watched him get into Earth's Core."
"If your Force Field is even tenth of a second slower, everyone in North America will evaporate in their sleep."
Chu Men looked at his swaying figure and suddenly laughed.
He stepped forward.
The surrounding Bio-Tyrant didn't make any sound. They turned around uniformly, pointed their weapons muzzles downward, and established a cordon with their backs to the two men.
Chu Men walked up to Bruce and raised his right hand.
Bruce's body tensed instinctively, and the joints of his hands holding the steel bars made a rattling sound, but he did not take a step back.
However, Chu Men's hand only fell on his shoulder armor.
Snap, snap.
Chu Men casually patted off a large piece of black sea mud stuck to his shoulder.
"Clothes are quite expensive and hard to wash if they get dirty."
Chu Men took back his hand and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was chatting with a neighbor.
"As for the continental shelf and Earth's Core you mentioned..."
Chu Men tilted his head slightly and looked at Bruce's face covered with bloodstains and fatigue.
"Am I slow?"
Bruce's breathing was stagnant.
"I'm not slow, so why don't we end it?"
Chu Men pulled the collar of her nightgown and said slowly:
"Besides, when Arthur rushed towards Clark with Trident, you were staring at the screen in that broken plane. Your hands were shaking badly, right?"
Bruce's jawline tightened instantly.
"The frequency resonance of five point two seconds."
Chu Men stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Bruce's eyes.
"I have to say, your brain is indeed better than most idiots on this planet."
"We can find the intersection point of the wavelength of Mother Box frequency and Atlantis Divine Artifact, and use this to pry open the imprint I left in the Arthur sea of consciousness."
"Very imaginative, Bat."
Chu Men put his hands down, and the curve of his mouth showed unabashed teasing.
"If you hadn't struggled in those two seconds just now, for today's world-destroying drama, I could only give Apokolips a sixty-point score at most."
"Just because you jumped out, it added some spice to the performance."
"So I'm in a good mood."
Bruce stared at him, teeth clenching.
"You regard the lives of billions of people... as your show?"
"What if?"
Chu Men asked back, his expression as cold as a stubborn stone.
"Do you think I am you? Wearing a black cloak every night, pretending to think about the future of mankind?"
"Why should I have to compromise myself to take care of someone else's mood?"
Chu Men took half a step closer, and his height advantage allowed him to look down at Bruce's broken mask in an absolutely condescending manner.
"Whoever I want to live can live."
"If I want Gotham to sink, it has to sink; if I want it to float, even if it breaks into pieces, I have to put it back together perfectly."
"That's the rule."