In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

Bruce Wayne stood on top of the tallest skyscraper in Gotham City, overlooking the lights of this city that is known as "never turns off".

The night wind whistled past, blowing away the last trace of disguised smile on his face.

This city is like a huge wound, covered by gorgeous neon lights on the surface, but if you just peel back the surface a little, you can see the dirty bloody sores deep inside.

For twenty years, he had been trying to sew up the wound, but every effort was like pressing in vain on an artery that would not stop bleeding.

It has been rotting.

"Bruce baby!"

A drunken woman rushed over, the smell of her perfume was so strong that it was sickening.

Bruce showed a hint of discomfort and took a step back subconsciously, but she still grabbed his arm.

He looked at himself in the mirror—

He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a lazy expression and a signature cynical smile on his lips.

This is who he is during the day:

Gotham City's most famous dandy.

"Will you dance with me tonight?"

The woman said in a coquettish voice.

Bruce gently broke free from her hand:

"Sorry, honey... I promised myself another date."

"What the hell is going on again... There's always an excuse at this point."

The woman spat.

Bruce didn't respond, he was used to this kind of life.

For him, daytime life is just a disguise, a role he has to play in order to hide his true identity.

Even the black bat hiding in the dark night will show its edge in the bright light of day.

Boardroom.

Bruce leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

His eyes were half closed, as if he had no interest in what was happening.

But in reality, his brain was working rapidly, analyzing the tone and expression of each shareholder.

"Mr. Wayne?"

The chairman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Bruce opened his eyes.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something else."

“This is the third time this year.”

The chairman frowned.

"If you have no interest in the family business, we can consider..."

"Don't think about it."

Bruce stood up suddenly, his voice cold as ice.

"My interest in the Gotham Group is far greater than you think."

There was silence in the conference room.

Bruce walked to the window and looked out at the busy street.

He knew that in the shadows of this city, countless eyes were watching him.

Those criminals are waiting for an opportunity -

A chance for him to reveal his flaws.

As the sun sets, Bruce will walk into a secret passage located in the underground laboratory.

He spent three years secretly building this passage. At the end of the passage is a huge underground cave, the walls of which are covered with various high-tech equipment.

This is his Batcave.

He stood in the middle of the cave, looking up at the huge bat logo hanging from the ceiling. This logo was designed by him, symbolizing the darkest corner of Gotham City.

"Tonight..."

he whispered.

Bruce walked over to the weapons rack and gently ran his fingers over each weapon.

Over the years, he has collected almost all the cold and hot weapons in the world, but the only thing that really makes him feel at ease is the Glock pistol that has been with him for twenty years.

It's been a long time since Bruce showed such emotional fluctuations since Robin's death.

From that day on, Bruce decided to change his strategy.

He no longer tried to use mercy to reform the criminals, but used the most cruel way to make them understand:

What is the cost of touching the bottom line?

Just as Bruce was about to change Gotham in more extreme ways, he met Diana.

It was only then that he realized that the truth revealed in this world was just the tip of the iceberg.

But even with this, Bruce still felt confident that he was in control.

Until that day Diana brought back a man who claimed to be an alien, and a series of horrific disasters he caused.

Kryptonians should never exist on Earth.

While the boy was crying in the ruins, I was holding on to the steel bars on the edge of the broken wall.

Concrete fragments cut my palms, and the smell of blood mixed with burning polyethylene penetrated into my nostrils.

Five hundred meters away, the moment the thermal vision cut through the Empire State Building, I remembered the rain dripping on the bat cave that night when I was eight years old.

It turns out that humans are always like children cowering in the alley in the face of despair.

When Zod grabbed Clark by the throat and crashed through the Chrysler Building, the glass curtain walls set in steel frames fell like a rainstorm.

I saw a girl in a floral dress with a steel bar piercing her chest, an old woman kneeling in the middle of the fire holding her charred pet dog, and firefighters’ helmets melting into red-hot iron on the asphalt road as their thermal vision swept across it.

These images will eventually become the cold "collateral casualties" in the statistical reports.

Just like the “Robbery Case Number GCPD-0312” recorded in the police file after Thomas Wayne was shot.

Just a string of cold numbers.

Laws are shackles invented by mortals, and they judge the world from above the clouds.

Today he could sacrifice an entire city to save his mother, and tomorrow he could shift continental plates for a higher cause.

We rely on juries, constitutional amendments, and cross-examination to restrain our fellow men, but who will put the shackles on the Son of the Sun?

When his pupils glowed red, even God would retreat into the shadow of the law of causality.

It took mankind three thousand years to learn to replace the divine right of kings with parliament, but with just one breath he could make the Enlightenment collapse like a building block.

There should not be a "God" above the human order.

The sword of Damocles can only be held high by humans.

----split line----

The sea breeze blew in his face with a salty smell. Jack Harper clenched the searchlight in his hand. The light penetrated the turbid sea water and cast a bright beam of light on the dark blue curtain.

"Reporting to the command center, the 'Deep Sea Explorer' has arrived at the target sea area."

He said into the communicator.

The commander's hoarse voice came from the headset:

"Continue to dive to the seabed coordinates 32-47-12."

Jack adjusted his respirator and felt a slight pressure in his chest.

This was the most ordinary mission he had ever undertaken since he became a deep-sea diver, until the sudden storm three days ago.

That night, he was watching a football game in the duty room when he suddenly received an urgent notice:

A cargo ship of unknown nationality sank 300 nautical miles from the coastline. When they arrived at the scene, they found nothing except sporadic floating corpses and scattered containers.

But just two days ago, they found this black stone in a lifeboat that was salvaged.

"Oh my god..."

Deputy Tom gasped.

"This is impossible......"

Jack followed his gaze and saw on the sonar screen that the strangely shaped black object was floating in the undercurrent.

Its surface is covered with fine lines, and it has an eerie metallic luster under the illumination of the searchlight.

"Prepare to collect samples."

Jack gave the order.

When he carefully placed the stone into the sealed cabin, he suddenly felt a biting chill spreading from his fingertips to his whole body.

three days later.

The laboratory was brightly lit and various precision instruments made slight humming sounds.

Jack placed the stone on the operating table and watched the researchers busy at work.

"Preliminary test results show..."

Chief Scientist Erin Carter pushed up her glasses.

"This is a piece of kryptonite of extremely high purity..."

It is the same as the other kryptonite in Zod's spaceship, but it contains a special energy six hundred times higher than the components in the spaceship."

There was a sudden silence in the laboratory.

Irene's fingers slid quickly across the holographic projection:

"Moreover, it seems to contain some unknown energy source..."

Suddenly, the sharp sound of an alarm broke the silence of the laboratory.

"Someone has entered the restricted area!"

The voice of the security director came from the communicator.

Jack immediately rushed out of the lab.

At the end of the corridor, a familiar figure was dealing with security guards—it was Lex Luthor.

"I know what you found."

Jack stood in front of him:

"This is the chief's experiment."

"We can make a deal."

Lex Luthor stood in front of the glass window of the laboratory, staring at the sealed cabin containing the black stone.

His fingers tapped on the glass unconsciously, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Is this kryptonite?"

He whispered to himself, a sneer on his face.

Three days ago, when he learned that the marine scientific expedition team had discovered a mysterious black stone on the seabed, he immediately realized that this might be the opportunity he had been waiting for.

His research on Krypton never stopped.

He knew that Kryptonite was a precious resource left over from the Kryptonian civilization, and perhaps he could find some breakthrough from it.

"What a fool."

Lex cursed inwardly.

The captain of the marine scientific expedition team had no idea what he was holding in his hands.

If he continues to study it, he will sooner or later discover the unusualness of this kryptonite.

"So...Jack,"

Luther said in a gentle but unyielding tone.

"I am willing to pay ten times the price for this stone."

Jack Harper frowned:

"Mr. Luther, this stone is state property..."

"Don't be naive, Jack."

Lex interrupted.

"Your research funding is running out, right? I heard your lab equipment needs upgrading, too.

I can provide you with sufficient financial support, on the condition that you let me take this stone away."

Hearing this, Jack was in a dilemma.

As a scientist, he certainly knew the importance of this stone, but as an ordinary person, he could not ignore the temptation of money.

At this moment, Luther suddenly raised his voice:

“Also, I can guarantee that this stone will not be misused.

On the contrary, it may become an important breakthrough for human beings to study Krypton civilization."

This sentence directly hit Jack's soft spot.

He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

"make a deal."

Lex gave a satisfied smile.

He personally transferred the kryptonite from the sealed chamber to his private jet.

After the plane took off, he took out the holographic projector he carried with him and called up the location map of the core laboratory of the Kryptonian spacecraft.

"I have finally waited for this day."

He whispered to himself.

"With this kryptonite, I will be able to enter the core laboratory of the ship. Those technologies... those powers... will all be mine!"

The plane landed at an abandoned airport in the suburbs.

Luthor changed into a special protective suit and carefully placed the kryptonite in a portable energy shield he carried with him.

In the night, the huge silhouette of the Kryptonian spaceship was vaguely visible.

Its surface is covered with a layer of mysterious metal armor, which glows coldly in the moonlight.

Luthor walked to the entrance of the spacecraft and placed the kryptonite in the designated location.

A red beam shot out from inside the ship, scanning the surface of the kryptonite.

"Identification successful."

Luther raised the corner of his mouth and walked into the spaceship.