Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

"It's a dictatorship of terror, this bat vigilante has been keeping an eye on the port, and surrounding projects and tenements, and it seems to me that those cops are helping him..."

In the new conference room of the Daily Planet, Clark was seriously talking to editor-in-chief Perry about his windfall in Gotham.

Perry had originally asked him to cover football games, but Clark took the opportunity to seek out the black woman who had sued Superman in Congress.

He wanted to salvage the image of Superman, so the best way was to interview the victim-accuser of the desert incident at the forefront.

Unfortunately, when he found the man's residence, he found that the man had been gone for a long time.

But it wasn't for nothing for Clark, who had heard some very interesting tales in that tenement.

In Gotham, a place full of crimes, a vigilante with the symbol of a bat has been active for 20 years.

He usually haunts in the dark, punishes crimes with terror, spreads fear, and controls the city in a cruel and bloody way.

Clark does not approve of this approach, even if the other party is fighting crime.

He feels that wrong means will only bring wrong results, and Gotham, which is shrouded in the shadow of Batman, will not usher in light.

"Gotham's crime wave..."

Perry raised the pen in his hand and gestured:
"Have you done your football coverage yet?"

"Why don't we report this?"

Clark asked puzzledly:

"Because poor people don't buy newspapers?"

Perry sneered, and replied without hesitation:
"People don't buy papers anymore, that's all, Kent."

"Perry, when you assign stories, you choose who matters, who deserves?"

Clark asked.

"You're awake at last, Smallwell boy."

Perry said slightly mockingly:

"The conscience of America died long ago with Robert, Martin and John."

Clark was about to refute, but Louise hurried in through the door.

"Feel sorry!"

She walked quickly to Perry and showed him what was in her hand.

"No match, none of my friends in the evidence lab have seen this!"

Perry picked it up, looked at it for half a second, and handed it back to Louise:

"This is called a bullet. It is used to shoot people."

Louise pursed her lips and explained:

"It was salvaged from a firefight in the desert. There is no commercial sale anywhere in the world, not even a black market."

"so?"

Perry asked in mock puzzlement.

"So who gave the prototype military bullet to the Tuareg fighters in the Sahara?"

Louise asked with a serious face.

Perry said without thinking:
"You are a reporter, you come and tell me."

"I think the U.S. government is arming the rebels while declaring support for the elected government..."

Halfway through Louise's words, Perry interrupted impatiently and loudly:

"Just tell me what you want! Louise!"

Louise paused, exchanged glances with Clark, and said:
"Fly to Washington tonight and stay there for a few days."

Perry stared at her for two seconds before agreeing:
"Go."

Louise smiled and turned to go out.

After a few minutes.

"Why didn't you discuss it with me sooner?"

Looking at Louise who was packing her luggage, Clark asked.

He knows that there are some conspiracies hidden in the desert incident, and he and Louise have been investigating the truth and restoring Superman's image.

However, Louise and Clark are different.

Clark can take off his clothes and become Superman when he is threatened, and Louise is just an ordinary person.

Louise smiled, but didn't answer.

"You're setting yourself on fire, Xiaolu."

Clark said worriedly.

"Yes, it's a little dangerous, so I didn't tell you."

Louise explained something, then put on her bag and went out.

At this time, Perry came over and handed Clark a piece of paper.

"Metropolitan Library's charity event, someone on the committee asked Clark Kent to report on it, presumably some ugly old woman doing charity likes nerds."

……

In a forest, Bruce Wayne is holding flowers, walking towards a cabin with a solemn face.

Pushing the door open, he placed flowers in front of the two steles.

A stele reads "Martha Wayne, 1946-1981."

This is the tombstone of Bruce Wayne's mother. Her death is the eternal pain in Batman's heart.

After staring for a while, he saw liquid seep out of the tombstone.

He reached out to touch it in surprise, and found that the liquid turned out to be dark red blood!
In the next second, the coffin behind exploded instantly, and a tall monster with the head of a bat and the body of a man rushed out frantically with groups of bats.

Before Bruce Wayne could react, the batman monster had already grabbed him tightly, and bit down on his neck with its hideous and terrifying mouth wide open.

boom!
Bruce Wayne woke up suddenly from the bed, his mind was full of the weird scenes in his dream.

Parents' cemetery, blood-oozing tombstones, and dark bats, terrifying bat monsters.

After gasping for a few minutes, Bruce gradually recovered and looked out of the room.

I saw the mist outside the glass French windows, and the dawn had just broken.

He took a few pills from the bedside table, and then walked outside with a bottle of wine.

After drinking for half an hour, Bruce's Alfred butler came over with a piece of paper.

The old butler threw the things on the table, then shook the wine bottle, and joked:
"I hope the next generation of the Wayne family doesn't inherit an empty wine cellar."

"It sounds like there might be a next generation."

Bruce laughed at himself, then turned on his computer and operated a few times:

"This is all the calls made on the Russian's mobile phone, two of which mentioned business with the White Portuguese, and continued to transmit covert information to Alexander Luthor's private residence..."

"You think Lex Luthor is white Portuguese? I don't see how he needs to import weapons to make money."

The housekeeper was noncommittal.

Previously, Bruce, who had retired, suddenly reappeared, put on a bat suit and began to track down a guy named "White Portuguese".

His explanation to the butler was that the guy had shipped a deadly dirty bomb to Gotham, and he couldn't sit idly by.

"Anyway, I've got to put a bug in his house, and I need a suit."

Bruce didn't answer the butler's question directly, but spoke seriously.

"Batman interrogated six people and found nothing. Bruce Wayne got the information."

The butler tactfully expressed that he didn't want to see Bruce become Batman, after all, Bruce was no older than before.

"Bruce Wayne can't break into Lex Luthor's house..."

"Bruce Wayne doesn't have to break in."

The butler picked up the piece of paper thrown on the table and handed it to Bruce:

"He has been invited."

Bruce took it and saw that it was an invitation to a library charity party held by Luthor.

He nodded, came to the equipment room, activated the mechanism and took out his battle suit.

After staring for a long time, he turned his head and looked to the side, where there was also a battle suit hanging.

It is very similar to the bat suit, but the front is full of yellow graffiti.

"Hahaha", "You're a joke!", "Batman"...

This suit belongs to one of his partners, a comrade-in-arms who has followed Batman to dominate Gotham for 20 years.

It's a pity that the other party is no longer by his side.

Looking at the uniform, Bruce's determination hardened.

Then, without further hesitation, he turned around and left the secret room, and drove to the charity gala in his luxury car.