"Then stop it."
The people on the American end finally finished listening to Batman, but that was all they did.
"Stop that plane and confirm the nuclear bomb won't land on American soil. Only then can we discuss what comes next."
Russia demanded that the United States recall its bombers first.
Neither side would move first.
Listening nearby, Chen Mo kept rubbing his face through his mask, rubbing so hard that even the lenses shifted down a little.
Fine. He got it.
They had to stop the nuclear bomb, find the evidence, then deliver it personally and explain everything.
Whether anyone would listen after the explanation was another matter entirely.
Could this Earth not keep spinning for a single day without Spider-Man?!
What, would you people not die if a nuclear crisis broke out on Earth?!
Batman had already put away his equipment and reached out to pat his shoulder.
"Let's go."
An engine roared in the yard. The Batplane arriving from a neighboring country descended, sending the documents on the ground flying all over the yard. Peter caught the computer just before it toppled over and ran toward the plane with it in his arms.
Barbara was checking the flight route section by section.
Once word spread that the United States and Russia were preparing to fight, the air defense positions along the route, which had previously all minded their own business, finally found a little common ground.
With Wayne Enterprises coordinating and the United States granting emergency clearance, the Batplane no longer had to worry about which radar coverage to sneak under.
Whether the plane could catch up was a mathematical question, but it was also a question of probability. What if they made it? In any case, they might as well get airborne first.
The basement's surveillance