Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"I'll return her to you piece by piece."

That hoarse and sticky voice said that sentence in a low laugh.

In the torrential rain and thunder, across tens of thousands of kilometers, through the communicator, it was clearly transmitted to the ears of Clark and Cyborg.

Steel Bone's face suddenly changed.

Before he could really realize the meaning of this sentence, he was blown away by the huge air current and aftershocks that suddenly erupted from the people beside him.

He slammed into the concrete wall on one side, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Superman had rushed to the sky, and his whole body turned into a blue and red arc of light, shooting towards Gotham.

In the next second, Cyborg finally realized what Superman heard. He hurriedly turned on the communicator and notified Batman in Gotham:

"Batman, did you hear me? Superman was heading in the direction of Gotham, he heard—Batman? Batman?!"

The expected reply did not appear, and the steel bone heard a crisp "click", and then there was no news from the other end of the communicator.

Batman, who was facing the Joker in Gotham, took the initiative to turn off the communicator.

"Batman? Batman—damn it!"

Cyborg had no choice but to bite the bullet and contact Superman again. Unsurprisingly, he heard another "click".

At an altitude of [-] meters, Superman, who was moving forward at the fastest speed in his life, smashed the communicator into powder with a blank expression.

The heavy rain was torrential, and the cold raindrops continued like silk threads, like the Milky Way pouring down, and like a sheep dancing.

The man in a mess knelt down, took off his cloak, and carefully wrapped the travel bag. His hands were covered in mud and blood, but his movements were incredibly gentle.

Hundreds of meters away, the clown leaned nonchalantly by the old tombstone, muttering sullenly:

"I really feel sorry for you, Bat, do you know how good Baby Vera is? She smells like— oh, sorry, I forgot, you work so well with Baby Vera You haven't touched her for a long time."

"You never showed your heart to her once, and you never once held her back. You just watched her leave, just a little bit, and Baby Vera is going to stay away from you completely."

He spread his hands, pretending to be helpless and comforted, "But it's okay, I finally returned her to you."

Amidst the clown's chatter, the man who had been silent stood up slowly.

"……Correct."

He said.

"Not once."

Not once did I admit it, not once did I take good care of her.

I watched her walk out of Wayne Manor, I watched her walk out of the Justice League base.

I am the sinner who killed Vera Senna.

The rumbling thunder shook the entire city, and the lightning that crossed half the sky was imprinted on the man's bloodless thin lips and blue eyes.

When this dark and vigorous figure pounced on the clown in the rainstorm, there was a real killing intent in his eyes.

The trapped beast that was firmly imprisoned in his heart finally broke through all the barriers. During the investigation all night, stimulated by the constant shock box, after seeing the dead body of the person he admired, he turned into a beast. The ferocious and ferocious beasts are slaughtered like gluttonous gluttons!

kill him.

kill him.

kill him--!

The sharp bat dart shot towards the opponent's throat, and the moment the clown subconsciously dodged, the strong iron fist passed through the rain and headed towards the clown's ribs.

The clown subconsciously used his palm to defend, but the man seemed to have expected it, and quickly turned his fist into a claw. Almost in an instant, he turned back the clown's five fingers abruptly and broke them off!

The rain covered the crisp sound of broken finger bones, but it couldn't cover the sharper laughter of the clown. The two were fighting in the heavy rain. He was out of breath laughing while responding to Batman's almost crazy attack:

"Hahahahaha!! Hahaha! You, are you going to kill me? Little bat, are you going to kill me?"

"It's like I killed Vera baby, have you seen her cry? Have you seen her naked body? Have you seen—"

Halfway through the speech, the iron-like fist slammed down head-on. Under the shock of terrifying force, half of the clown's face quickly collapsed, and the bridge of his nose broke instantly.

A large amount of blood flowed out from his eye sockets, nasal cavity, and mouth. The severe pain made the whole brain buzz. The clown's laughter finally stopped. He opened his mouth and spat out half of his teeth in a violent cough.

Even so, the opponent's fist still didn't stop, the clown only felt pain in his palm, and the nail on his right hand was torn off by the man.

"Kill you?"

The owner of the fist stepped heavily on the clown's ribs. During the continuous increase in strength, he could even feel the pleasant sound of the clown's cracked bones gradually breaking. Like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"You won't die so easily."

What humiliation she suffered before death, what pain she endured before death, how abuse she was abused by you - he will take it back one by one, and he will take revenge one by one!

With the Joker's almost manic laughter and counterattacks, everything is spinning out of control.

"You want revenge? Do you know what happened to Baby Vera? Let me tell you—"

The green-haired man with half of his face completely deformed laughed shrilly. Blood and rain covered his entire pale and weird face. He punched Batman, and a dagger flew out from his raised hand, towards Bruce. The eye position struck.

The man dodged the attack sideways, and in the moment of avoiding, he heard the other party say:

"Where were you when I cut out your eyes, little baby Vera?"

There was a sudden buzz in his mind, and something broke completely.

"I'm in the grave."

In the icy rain, he was more awake than ever, and calmer than ever.

"I'm here to send you to hell."

Everyone felt that Vera Senna was omnipotent.

Everyone agrees that Batman is the calmest of the action.

No one saw her vulnerability until she fell.

When he cruelly started to goug out the clown's eyes, no one would notice that from the moment he first saw the clown card, he couldn't hold on anymore.

……

"Batman and Superman lost contact at the same time."

Cyborg picked up the scare box, and he chased after Superman. In the middle of the flight, he contacted Barry and Diana anxiously:

"Batman found the Joker - Superman heard the news and ran after him."

"very good."

Diana's voice sounded first, and there was some kind of wind roaring from her headset, "I told you, I will kill it."

"No!"

Cyborg roared anxiously, "We have to stop them, we have to stop those two crazy men from actually doing it!"

——"If they really get out of control, if they both get out of control at the same time, it's all over!"

"Superman?"

Hal, who was staying in New York, raised his eyes and looked into the distance. His figure was floating in the air, and he said coldly, "I saw him."

"then you--"

"He has left."

Hal clenched his fists, suddenly rose into the air, and smiled, "Okay, listen to you, I'll go and stop Superman."

After all, he ignored the stern voices of Flash and Cyborg to stop him, and, like Diana, chased in the direction Superman left.

But before them, the red and blue arc had already roared from the dark clouds and lightning.

Bean-sized raindrops flew past his side, and fell into the boundless darkness of Gotham again. Between Clark's eyebrows and eyes, all emotions disappeared without a trace.

Those pleadings, those pains, those prayers that cast aside all dignity, those extremely humble extravagant hopes, all disappeared without a trace with that word.

A large piece of his heart had been gouged out, and it was empty. The wind and rain blew in, creating echoes.

There will be no more.

Those emotions, those restraints, and those forbearances will no longer exist.

In the sky, he walked towards the coordinates without hesitation.

—he was going to kill him.

He's going to kill the Joker.

He is doing it.

In just 10 minutes, the man who threw away all his sanity but still maintained his sanity exhausted all cruel methods on the clown.

He fought desperately and fought his own injuries. He personally crushed every inch of the clown's limbs. He stepped on the clown's ribs with his own hands. The painted face had already completely deformed, but that distorted and ferocious face was still smiling.

The man stepped on his chest with his toes slowly pushing hard. In the reflection and darkness, he saw those deep and dark blue eyes.

Swept by anger and pain, shrouded by great regret and self-blame, but also wrapped by Senhan's murderous intent and biting ferocity—such bright eyes, such a beautiful color.

Even though his whole body was completely unable to move, the clown still opened his eyes wide in ecstasy. He grinned and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood:

"Come on—cough cough cough, come on, kill me! Little bat, kill me!"

On the side of Bruce's face, a vertical and horizontal scar from the fight was slowly blooming, and blood flowed from the wound. He looked down at the opponent under his feet condescendingly, and shot silently.

"as you wish--"

The thunder in the sky was deafening, and the hand stretched out towards the vital part of the clown's neck pierced through the faint halo, breaking the balance and order of the world with thunderous force.

Just as Wei La stretched out her hand towards the moon, on such a precarious blade, she pushed them lightly, and they fell into hell.

Just one click, just one action, and all the heroes in this world will cease to exist, and Batman will be dragged into the mud and become the next lunatic!

Just that one, just that little one—

All the smiles of the clown, all the anticipation and comfort for the out-of-control beast in front of him, ended in the hand that suddenly appeared.

Just when Batman was about to crush the Joker's throat, the hand appeared from the side of the man, and clamped him at an extremely fast speed.

The man's movement was abruptly stopped.

The clown's laughter stopped abruptly.

The rain gradually stopped.

The whistling sound from the sky fell on the other side of the cemetery like a thunderbolt, and Clark finally arrived here.

He stood there expressionless, maintaining the movement of holding Bruce with one hand, turned his head, and looked deeply at the place where the black cloak was.

Bruce didn't even look back, his arms began to strain, and the metal armor made a tooth-piercing sound in the silent confrontation with Clark.

The beast roared in a low voice, baring its fangs at its former friend.The killing intent on the man was still lingering, he asked hoarsely:

"Are you going to stop me, Superman?"

"Correct."

There was also a cold killing intent all over his body, Clark looked down at the clown, his eyes lingered for a moment on his inhuman face, and shook his head suddenly.

"...you can't kill him, at least not yet, Batman."

"Because we have to find Vera through him."

"—!?"

Through the armor, the end of the palm also trembled violently.

Facing Bruce's sudden raised head towards him, Clark's lips moved twice, his mood changed violently for a long time, before he said softly:

"That's not Vera, that's not her."

The backbone of the corpse of "Vera Senna" stuffed into the travel bag by the clown is no different from that of a normal person.

So, that's not Vera.

"Vera's spine is straight, so, that's not her."

Clark murmured, a bitter smile gradually appeared on that always stiff and cold cheek.

"I've been watching her," he said.

He kept looking at her.

He has been standing by her side, and he has been watching her back carefully.

The thick dark clouds gradually dissipated.

A ray of light spread across the horizon.

……

A year ago, Clark Kent followed behind that Miss Vera Senna in distress.

Under the straightforward request of this resolute lady, the rural boy who had come to pick her up from the hospital handed over the car keys aggrievedly. He took a step behind and looked at her quietly.

He wondered curiously: Why is this young lady's walking posture and spine completely different from ordinary people?