I can feel it very clearly--
His gaze pierced through the obstacles... and finally landed precisely on me.
Bruce took a deep breath:
"The organs that can unleash that terrifying power are physiologically capable of withstanding an equivalent level of resistance."
This means that his visual receptors can process electromagnetic radiation Superman eye.
Short-wave X-rays, and even microscopic gamma rays.
So-called bulletproof glass, fighter jet armor... in his eyes they're not even worth a thin layer of paper.
"Listen to this audio next."
Bruce pressed Enter.
A cacophony of wind and noise, mixed with the howling of an engine stalling, emanated from the speakers.
"At that time, the wind speed was 85 knots, the distance was 40 meters, and the twin turbofan engines were in an emergency braking state..."
Those sounds were enough to shatter an ordinary person's eardrums.
Bruce then pointed to John's jaw in the picture.
He hovered in mid-air... in such harsh conditions.
He showed no vigilance whatsoever regarding the blind spot high above him, yet he perfectly avoided all harm.
Listening to Bruce's words, Alfred seemed to be deep in thought:
"So... he gave up on searching for the enemy?"
"No, I'm more inclined to believe he's a 'person' without blind spots; his senses can perceive everything, so he doesn't need to turn his head at all."
Bruce's breathing became deep.
"A 'human' who has been hiding in human society for many years."
In an environment with a sonic boom of 140 decibels, there was absolutely no reaction.
There are only two possibilities.
Either his brain possesses a filtering capability more terrifying than that of a military phased array radar, capable of suppressing all ambient noise below the hearing threshold.
Or...
Bruce stared at the young, blurry face on the screen and made a decisive statement:
"In that instant, he heard everything that was in the cockpit in a way that we cannot understand."
"In the storm, forty meters apart, there was a 75-millimeter-thick layer of composite armor."
He can hear my heart beating 140 times per minute.
After Bruce finished speaking, the cave fell into a long silence.
A knowing glint flashed in Alf's eyes.
He knew his master's temperament all too well.
For things he cannot control, he will use every means and any method to minimize the risk.
but...
After a long silence, Alfred finally spoke, breaking the oppressive stillness:
"Sir, this at least means... he might not be an enemy."
" Alf, 'intention' is undefinable."
In tactics, the only variables that can be controlled are 'ability' and 'preparation' to anticipate all the worst-case scenarios.
Bruce suddenly turned around and typed a line of commands on the keyboard:
soon.
A brand new file slot popped up in the center of the main screen.
[File Number:?]
[Target codename: Super-Man]
[Threat Level:?]
[Parameter extrapolation: Skeletal and tissue tolerance unknown; optic nerve suspected of integrating full-spectrum optic ability; hearing suspected of possessing a perceptual filtering mechanism (tentative)]
[Contingency Plan: None (Probability of Penetration of Existing Conventional Armament: 0.00%)]
Bruce stared blankly at the files on the screen.
"An unknown creature with a human appearance and wearing cheap work clothes has brazenly taken root in the Earth."
We don't know if he can metabolize it, we don't know who he lives with...
I wonder if his tolerance for Earth suddenly drops by one percent when he's woken up by a car horn in the morning.
"We can't gamble, and we can't afford to gamble."
"If he finds something in his way today, he could cut a 100-meter-long spaceship in half in a fraction of a second."
So tomorrow, if he wanted to, he could sink the entire armed forces on the east coast into the sea in ten seconds.
Faced with such immense power, all of humanity is utterly powerless to retaliate.
"More importantly..."
Bruce's gaze shifted, landing on a series of intermittent deep-space ripples in the corner of the screen.
Those were the frequency waves that Bruce intercepted and projected outwards from the warship before it disintegrated.
"If that was a probe... then it has already perished in the Atlantic Ocean."
This also means that if the predators outside the door really exist, they have obtained the information they most wanted...
"We don't have much time left, Alf."
Bruce turned off the main display screen, and the entire cave was once again swallowed by oppressive darkness.
"Notify Arctic Labs to sever all financial ties with all publicly traded companies under the Wayne Enterprises."
"Master?"
Alfred followed.
"Unseal all the materials used in the preliminary research for the Pentagon's underground bunker penetration project."
Bruce's voice echoed in the empty cave.
Two tons of military-grade pure tungsten alloy rods and four hundred pounds of shaped charge explosives for geological exploration.
There was also the prototype 'engineered exoskeleton' that the military built back then to cope with operations in extreme environments...
Upon hearing Bruce's words, Alfred abruptly stopped in his tracks.
"Sir, that prototype weighs over seven hundred pounds; its internal mechanisms aren't suitable..."
"Listen to me, Alf, remove all the useless gauges and limit valves."
Bruce stopped in front of the gleaming forging press.
He raised his hand and pressed the pressure valve on the machine tool.
"Boom--"
The next second, the blue and white acetylene torch suddenly spewed out flames, casting a cold, flickering light on his profile.
Humanity must not sit idly by and wait for its demise.
Bruce put on his thick goggles without expression and picked up the heavy rivet gun.
"The gates to deep space have been opened... and so-called 'false gods' are beginning to emerge."
"I must develop weapons that can be used to counter this before everything happens."
"As long as he is made of flesh and blood, as long as he still needs to breathe the oxygen of this earth..."
I can make him understand--"
Even gods shed blood.
at the same time.
The camera zooms out rapidly from the dark, damp depths of Gotham.
It cuts straight through the troposphere, looking down upon the continent beneath the night with an ultra-wide-angle view.
The heart of the North American Plain.
Illinois, a western suburb of Chicago.
David Miller, a 38-year-old senior actuary.
He was wearing a floral apron with the words "World's Number One Dad" printed on it, standing in front of the brand-new gas grill.
He had a typical middle-class white face.
Several crow's feet lines appeared at the corners of his eyes from smiling, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
Although his hairline is receding slightly towards the Mediterranean, he still maintains it meticulously.
Now, he is using a long-handled metal clamp to skillfully turn the sizzling, oily piece of meat with bone over the iron fence.
"Sizzle--"
The grease fell into the glowing embers, sending up a cloud of fragrant smoke.
"Be careful, it's hot, Emily."
David smiled gently, picked up a small piece of lean meat that was roasted until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and then blew on it.
Then it was placed on the plate of a seven-year-old girl with pigtails who was sitting at the picnic table.
"Dad specially applied your favorite maple syrup barbecue sauce~ It's still hot, let it cool down a bit before eating."
Hehe, I love my dad the most!
The little girl giggled and reached for the pieces of meat on the plate.
Just then, his wife, wearing a linen cardigan, came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of avocado salad with mayonnaise.
As she walked by, she casually placed a sweet kiss on her husband's slightly flushed cheek.
"You always spoil her like this, David."
The doctor said just last week that there were already signs of cavities on the surface of her baby teeth.
"Ha ha..."
David smiled and turned around, casually putting a small piece of chopped roast meat into his mouth, his eyes filled with doting affection.
Hey! It's Sunday, Sarah.
In this home, the actuary's strict rules automatically expire before 4 PM every Sunday...
He hadn't even finished speaking.
The act of chewing the steak continued.
But within 0.001 seconds of the energy from that newly formed wormhole in the Kuiper Belt sweeping across the entire Solar System...
The muscles on David's face instantly froze in a strange arc.