Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

"She was my world, and you took her from me."

Superman looked at the man in front of him, his voice was uncharacteristically sinister and cold.

The usually peaceful and benevolent Chinese-character face twisted together at this moment, looking hideous and terrifying.

He was wearing a black uniform and was holding a bat hood in his hand.

In front of him, Batman was tightly tied to a cross, with a look of despair on his face.

He knew that his plan had failed.

The kryptonite he placed his last hope on turned out to be a trap set by Superman.

This world is over.

Superman put his hand on Batman's chest, his face turned grim, and his palm instantly pushed into Batman's chest.

"what!"

Bruce woke up from the table suddenly, only to find that the nightmare was not over yet!
"Bruce!"

In a huge ball of light with lightning, someone was calling his name.

Bruce leaned back in his seat, struggling to open a slit to look at each other.

It was a bearded man in a red uniform, his hand outstretched, his face full of desire.

It's just like……

In the nightmare just now, that Batman's desire for kryptonite.

"Bruce, listen to me now!"

The man in the light group roared, the voice was mixed with lightning, and it sounded like it came from an extremely distant place.

Bruce opened his eyes slightly, and he felt that what the other party was going to say next was very important.

"It's Louise! Liam Louise! She's the key!"

Hearing this, Bruce showed a confused expression.

Who is Louise?
The people in the light group seemed to be able to see Bruce. Seeing his puzzled face, the other party shouted in surprise:

"Am I here too early?"

The next moment, the light cluster flickered suddenly.

There was a trace of panic and tension on the man's face, and he said anxiously:
"I'm out of time! You've been right, Bruce! Go find us! You have to find us!  …"

The figure of that person began to blur, and his voice became quieter.

"Watch out for them! Watch out for that kid!"

As soon as the voice fell, the light cluster instantly lit up, swallowing everything.

"drink!"

Woke up again, still on the table.

Bruce panted heavily, and looked around in shock for a week, but found nothing unusual.

finally woke up...

The computer in front of him beeped, and Bruce looked up, and it turned out that the data had been decrypted.

This is the data he got from Luther at the charity gala.

Strangely, this data had been missing for a while, and then Bruce found it on his lost luxury car.

He couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter, anyway, the data was encrypted and no one had opened it yet.

Constantly thinking about the nightmare just now, Bruce opened the data.

Soon, Bruce figured everything out.

Before, he inquired about a little kryptonite.

According to the news, kryptonite can restrain and kill Kryptonians, and it is the nemesis of Superman.

The only clue is the name "White Portuguese".

At first, Bruce thought it was a white Portuguese.

But after reading the information about kryptonite, everything became clear.

Kryptonite was discovered by Luthor, and the "White Portuguese" was a ship used to transport kryptonite.

For a while, the fear and despair left over from the previous nightmare surged in his heart, and Batman quickly made a decision.

He's going to steal kryptonite!

……

"Are you going to fight?"

The butler grimaced.He asked in a questioning tone.

"That bastard brought us war two years ago!"

Bruce was decisive, gnashing his teeth:

"God, Fu, count the dead! There are thousands of people! What's next? Millions? They have the power to wipe out the entire human race. Even if we think they have the slightest chance of being our enemy, we must take this possibility as absolute. We must destroy them!"

Ah Fu also retorted without giving in:
"But they are not our enemies!"

God, war with Superman?
He didn't want his young master to seek death.

"Not today."

Bruce's tone was faint, his eyes seemed to see through everything:
"Ah Fu, in the past 20 years in Gotham, we have all seen the weight of promises. How many good people are left? How many people have been like this?"

Alfred fell silent.

"I'll give you 14 hour."

Seeing this, Bruce said nothing more, turned and left.

……

Daily Planet.

Clark was working at his desk when a younger brother passed by and put down something wrapped in a newspaper.

He opened it and saw a piece of news in the newspaper.

The photo shows a blood-stained, upper-body naked criminal being taken away by the police. There is a bat-shaped brand in the lower right corner, which seems to be on the criminal.

The rest of the text is:

"Gotham Free Press: Justice in the Brand of the Bat."

"Human traffickers are branded with the Batman logo."

Inside the newspaper was a stack of photos, and Clark flipped through them one by one.

It was a photo of the criminal when he was in prison, with some words written in red pen on it:
"The Executioner", "Justice?"...

Photos showed the inmate dead in prison.

Clark's expression became serious, and he remembered something.

Before, he had read a report about this man.

The trafficker discovered by the police had been brutally beaten and mutilated by Batman, and he still had the so-called bat mark on his body.

According to reports, criminals with this mark will encounter horrible things in prison and often die within a few days.

Look at these photos.Clark squeezed his fist.

Has Batman been ruling Gotham with this illegal, brutal means?
Apprehended criminals should be judged by the law, not lynched by individuals!

Clark stood up, thinking he was going to do something.

……

"I want to know what happened to a prisoner named Santos."

In Gotham's police station, Clark asked at the front desk.

"I cannot release this information to the public."

The police at the front desk turned him down.

Clark shook his head in disappointment, and then saw a cartoon.

It was a thief and a policeman. The policeman hugged his chest and said confidently:
"Batman is coming!"

The thief turned pale with fright and threw all the stolen goods in his hand.

Clark sighed inwardly.

Even the police station has this kind of thing, how much influence should Batman have in Gotham?

He looked around and found a middle-aged policeman watching him.

Seeing Clark looking over, the policeman nodded and moved his gaze somewhere.

Following the gaze of the other party, Clark found a woman holding a child.

She took several plastic bags from a policeman, which contained clothes, which seemed to belong to that Santos?
The woman took something and walked out quickly.

Seeing this, Clark quickly chased after him.

"Mrs. Santos!"

The woman stopped, and Clark continued:
"Can I ask you a few questions?"

The woman seemed to know what Clark wanted to ask, and said directly:

"He's not my husband, but I know what he did."

The child in her arms kept crying, so the woman had no choice but to put it down, and then continued:
"He's a father, and he's a father... They took him away from Gotham Central Police Station and transferred him to Metropolis, but they knew in their hearts that they fully understood the mark, but no one wanted to care about it! The bat is the judge! A person who decides who lives and who dies, what is that kind of justice?"

"Tell me."

Clark advised:
"Help me change it."

"For what?"

The woman was indignant, and the resentment slowly complained:

"Your pen? He's the kind of guy who can't be stopped with words! Do you know what can stop him? A fist!"

After finishing speaking, the woman left a look that impressed Clark, and left with the child.

fist?
Clark looked at the back of the other party, and the balance in his heart was completely tilted.

Then... use your fists!
……

In the Kryptonian spacecraft.

Luther was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed, manipulating something with his hands.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his face full of ecstasy.

"I found you!...power!...I will...make you pay!"