The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

The time went back to 20 minutes ago, and Clark ran to the metropolitan factory alone as planned.

It didn't take much effort to enter the building. After walking around the tower three times and failing to find the entrance and exit, he decisively chose to violently demolish it.

But on the whole, he was quite careful, strictly following the previous promise, and immediately burned the guns in their hands with heat vision from a distance after encountering the enemy, and there was no danger along the way.

However, his good luck has obviously come to an end. The roads here extend in all directions, and all the passages open and close from time to time. The super brain can help him remember every fork he has gone through, and can also help him analyze it. He's spinning the bottom.

It's not that he didn't think about breaking a road leading directly to the core, but this weird building seems to contain lead, and he can't see it clearly. In this case, acting casually will only bring him more trouble.

It entered another fork, and there was a dead end in front of him. Just as Clark turned his head, the passage behind him closed suddenly, and then a yellow-brown gas began to continuously emerge from the surrounding lumens.

Clark accidentally inhaled, and the pungent smell was a little bit high.

Before he came here, he had inquired with Jon that these alien invaders were used to using this gas to anesthetize and hypnotize their prey, and then stored these unresisting bodies as food for the superiors to enjoy.

This gas didn't work on Clark—he didn't have to breathe at all—but it made him think of a simpler way to get into the core area.

He pretended to be an ordinary person when he was hit by the trick and swung around on the spot. In order to ensure the reality of the scene, he struggled desperately for a while before falling down, blasting a half-meter-deep hole around him, and then like He fell down slowly like an ordinary person who had lost his strength, his eyes were full of powerlessness and despair, even the strength of scratching his fingers had been accurately calculated, if Bruce were here now, I don’t know that it would be his acting skills that would improve rapidly And sighing, he was still speechless because he put his amazing learning ability on such a boring little thing.

Sure enough, when Clark lay there for a whole day, someone came and moved him to another place, trapping him on the ground with a sticky, jelly-like substance.

Clark quietly opened his eyes.

Very good, there are quite a few people guarding around, but they are obviously not monitoring themselves, instead gathering in twos and threes next to some things that look like computers and biological tissues.

Clark moved his hands and feet calmly. The substance is very viscous, and the harder it is, the tighter it will be pulled.

But he can feel that this thing has a limit, but he hasn't tried this limit yet, and he still has heat vision to use, just a few seconds is enough for him to get out of this predicament.

Just when he was about to act, suddenly, he looked up in the direction of Bruce and the others.

gone?

Clark panicked all of a sudden, and if someone else was in front of him now, he would notice that his pupils dilated suddenly.

That heartbeat... is gone.

This is impossible!Clark didn't care about the camouflage anymore, and wanted to sit up all of a sudden, but his arms and back were glued too tightly by the glue, which twisted his whole body into a ridiculous S-shape.

"Bruce?" He whispered through the communicator.

Then the voice became louder, "B! B! Bruce! Batman?! Please answer!"

But there was no sound from the other end of the communicator. From the beginning, the thing seemed to be broken and completely unresponsive.

But Clark knew it wasn't broken. He had been carefully protecting the communicator, and it wasn't even damaged at all.

Something happened to Bruce.

With this thought, a wave of panic surged up from the bottom of his heart, and the bad premonition before departure became more obvious, making him feel cold hands and feet involuntarily.

Bruce...

Clark released the super hearing to the maximum, and the voices of the entire earth gathered in his ears, those raging alien life, those cries, cursing, those frantic screams and sex all filled his brain at once— — he almost felt like his head was going to explode.

But he still masochistically maintains a super hearing state, searching the area Bruce and the others passed by over and over again, but to no avail... It's as if he suddenly disappeared from this world.

"Impossible..." Clark murmured unconsciously.

He didn't notice that there was almost a cry in his voice, he didn't even notice that he was making a sound.

The image of seeing Bruce for the first time came back to his mind, and the body covered with scars, cuts and stitches popped out of his eyes again.

At this time, some invaders had noticed the movement here, and walked towards this side with that weird gun, but in his eyes, the powerful and incredible human did not make any response.

He moved a little closer again and poked the human with the butt of his gun.

He saw a slight red light flickering in the human's eyes.

This was the last sight it saw on Earth.

When Jon and the others rushed to the side of the building, they happened to witness a crimson beam of light emerging from the top of the building, piercing into the sky like magma ejected from a volcanic eruption, and even the clouds were burned to create a hole .

Bright rays of light shot straight down from the circular opening in the clouds, illuminating that small piece of sky. In this dark metropolis, this only ray of light is more like the arrival of the kingdom of heaven, almost making people see At the same time, you can faintly fantasize about the hymns of heaven.

Diana froze for a moment, she saw the figure descending slowly against the light, and the bright red cloak fluttered violently in the sky.

There was still a faint red light in the eyes as blue as the clear sky, and the aura around him was completely changed from usual.

She used to walk in the halls of the gods, and saw the majestic scene of Zeus worshiped by the gods, but when she saw this scene for the first time, she still felt an impulse to worship from the inside out, just like when the gods descended.

Even—Hera forgives—he felt that his elder brother, the great sun god Apollo, did not have such a powerful aura.

"Where is he?" There was a trace of eagerness on the clean face of the god on earth, which made him look closer to the image of a "human".

"...Sorry." Jon was silent for a while, then lowered his head.

Clark's body swayed in mid-air, almost falling.

"I do not believe."

He jumped into the air, trying to rush to the ruins that Bruce was exploring, but Jon caught him first.

"Imperial power is about to come, we must resolve the battle here immediately..."

"Get out of the way!" Clark resisted the thought of attacking, trying to maintain his sanity, but the ominous red light in his eyes still flickered.

Like a wounded beast, he is full of rage and aggression brought by anger, but it can be seen that he is still trying to control, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, and trying to tell himself that the person in front of him is a companion and not an enemy .

But the disappearance of Bruce made it difficult for him to completely control himself not to vent his anger. He could only try to calm himself down a little bit, and calm down a little bit, but his tone was unavoidably cold and harsh, "I pierced through the entire center, those monsters Don’t dare to see the light, you still have time to go in now.”

Then, regardless of Jon's obstruction, he accelerated and rushed out.

Almost instantly, the desert had appeared before his eyes.

The scene after the battle was still maintained on the ground, with huge monsters falling on the ground, broken stones, messy guns... He even found a corner of the broken bat dart in the crevice of the stone, which made him stab The painful heart shrank again.

He immediately wanted to enter the alien factory - he was almost there - but Jon's cry for help suddenly sounded from his mind at this moment.

Clark turned his head sharply, and in the sky of the metropolis, above the thick clouds, an alien ship that could almost cover the entire city slowly landed.

The crowd was screaming and crying, and desperate emotions shrouded every corner. Jon's painful and almost distracted thoughts came from the opposite side of the link.

And under his feet, the alien factory that engulfed Bruce was standing silently. Perhaps Bruce was suffering in the depths of the factory and was waiting for him to save him.

For a moment, he wanted to rush into the factory regardless.

But Bruce's scarred body emerged from his eyes again, and a long, long time ago, when Bruce was still huddled with him in his small room, when he patiently enlightened the heartbroken him, That peaceful and serene face.

But he is Superman, and when he decides to put on the clothes, his own joys and gains and losses will always come second.

That was his own choice.

"I'm sorry..." Clark said softly.

His fists were clenched tightly, and a bright red color slipped from his fingers.

The Man of Steel, which was able to resist bullets, couldn't bear the damage from itself after all. His nails penetrated into the flesh, and then cracked on his bones.

"sorry."

He has to go... The fight is not over, he has to fight on.

...along with Bruce's share.

Tears flowed down his face, scratched the corner of his bitten mouth, mixed with a little muddy red.

He flew up, flew towards the sky, towards those people who were crying and waiting for him to save, leaving behind the only person he was looking forward to, the only person he wanted to have.