Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

In the White House, there are only two people in the huge presidential office.

"It's time to make a decision, Mr. President."

In front of the desk, Luther in a black suit said with a serious expression:

"If you continue to let it go... who knows if the next explosion will happen here?"

His tone was worried, and anyone who heard it would think that he was a good man who cared about the country and the people.

Hearing this, the face of the President of the United States turned dark, and he reluctantly recalled the shock that the bombing that happened in the Capitol a few days ago brought to him.

In the past few days, countless anonymous letters have flowed to his office like snowflakes, all of which are accusations against Superman, hoping that the government will do something; the citizens parading outside the White House are working day and night, working day and night, and even sitting in this office with excellent sound insulation, they seem to be able to hear the voices of those demonstrations; batch after batch of members of Congress have stood up to speak out for their dead colleague Finch, hoping to take action to sanction Superman...

The contradiction is so acute that there is no room for compromise or avoidance. Mr. President knows that if he wants to continue to sit in this position, he can no longer remain indifferent.

But the question is, do they have the ability to punish each other?
"I see."

Mr. President pretended to ponder for a while, and then asked:

"The question is, what do we do? You've done a lot of research on them, and I want to hear your advice."

"That's why I'm here."

Luther smiled mysteriously, but did not directly state his plan, but handed over a document:
"The walls have ears, please look carefully."

The President nodded approvingly, seeming to appreciate Luthor's thoughtfulness.

He opened the file, browsed through it quickly, and felt confident.

Looking up at Luther, Mr. President showed a serious expression on his face:
"The plan is feasible, but you will be very dangerous, okay?"

"Yeah, but by keeping those guys flying around in the sky, everyone's going to be in danger, isn't it?"

Luther righteously said:

"Instead of that, let me bear this danger alone. For the sake of America and mankind, what's the point of sacrificing me?"

The president immediately stood up in awe, stood up and held out his hand to Luthor:
"Your contribution will be remembered by all!"

"You too."

Luthor held the President's hand, while boasting humbly:

"I believe that decades later, you will also leave your own head on the President Hill to be admired by future generations."

After the two of them finished their business, they looked at each other and smiled, as if they had already achieved success.

……

subway station.

It was already the time of the last train at night, and there were few people in the station.

Louise got off the elevator and saw a slightly familiar back of the cleaner beside her.

She curiously stepped forward to say hello, but screamed out the moment the other party turned around.

The other party was a soldier she had seen in the desert before. Louise, who had already found out the truth, knew that the other party was Luther's subordinate and appeared here...

Soon, Louise was kidnapped by several big men and sent to a helicopter.

The helicopter whizzed through the sky, across the entire city, and flew into the Atlantic Ocean.

Ten minutes later, the helicopter landed on a giant ship.

From a distance, Louise saw the expected mastermind behind the scenes——Lex Luthor.

Seeing Louise coming, Luther's eyes lit up, and he pushed the wheelchair to meet her with a smile.

"Oh! Miss Louise Lane!"

He reached out, trying to catch Louise.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed in front of the two of them from a distance, and knocked Luthor away in the blink of an eye.

"Clark!"

Louise cried out in surprise.

"You're back!"

Superman didn't speak, just kissed Louise lightly, and then floated towards Luthor.

"Oh! Just in time!"

The wheelchair fell to the side, and Luther struggled to get up, but his face was filled with a smug smile.

"I will not kill you, you will go to jail for the rest of your life."

Superman looked down at Luthor, a look of uncommon anger on his face.

By now, he had learned of Luther's various conspiracies through Louise.

"Did you know? Our names for gods come from our race, because gods are also divided into races, and gods also have positions."

Luther began to speak in a stick-like manner on his own, and Superman frowned and listened.

"When I was a kid, there was no one in heaven to interfere with my dad's fists and hate and save me from it. I learned early on that if God is all-powerful, then He can't be perfect; if He's perfect, He can't be all-powerful."

At Superman, Luther smiled darkly.

"And you can't do both!"

There was a little bewilderment in Superman's eyes, he didn't understand what Luthor wanted to express.

"They need to see with their own eyes, your illusion, the blood on your hands."

"what have you done?"

There was something bad in Superman's heart, and he couldn't help asking.

"They'll see tonight."

Luther turned his head and looked into the distance.

There, a ray of light in the night sky stands out.

With superhuman eyesight, it is easy to see clearly, it is a light in the shape of a bat.

"That's right, my friend, because you're going to an appointment. He's accumulated hatred for two years, and it's time to explode. But forcing him to explode, it didn't take much effort. Red mark, big explosion..."

Luther raised his hands exaggeratedly and shouted nervously:

"You killed your family!"

Superman lowered his gaze, he understood Luthor's meaning, these were all provocative tricks used by the other party.

Luther continued excitedly:
"Now you're going to fly to him and fight him to the death! Black vs. Blue, Showdown Night! The greatest gladiator showdown in the history of the world! Gods vs mortals, day vs night, Sons of Krypton vs Gotham Bats!"

"You think I'll listen to you?"

Superman sneered.

"Yes."

Luther pursed his lips and said with a smirk:
"I think you'll fight for that special woman in your life!"

"She's safe behind me, and you?"

Superman sneered.

"No no no!"

Luther shook his head, and said in a tone full of emotion:
"Not her, the special lady to every boy is the mother."

Superman's face suddenly changed.

Then, as if by magic, Luthor conjured up a stack of photos in his hand.

He displayed the photo on his chest, and called out in a strange tone:

"Martha! Martha! Martha!"

Superman stares intently at the pictures, which show the apparently abducted mother.

"The flying demon's mother must be a witch!"

Luther asked meanly:

"What is the punishment for witches?"

As he spoke, he threw all the photos on the ground.

"That's right! It's fire!"

Superman knelt on the ground and picked up the photos one by one.

"Where is she!"

Suddenly, Superman raised his head with a roar, and the hot gaze in his eyes was ready to go.

"I have no idea!"

Luther pretended to be terrified and shouted:

"I won't let them tell me!"

Superman's movements stopped, and Luther continued confidently:
"If you kill me, Martha will die; if you fly away, Martha will die too...but if you kill the bat, Martha will live!"

Superman gritted his teeth, and slowly put away his thermal vision.

"That's right, very good!"

Luther looked at Superman kneeling in front of his eyes with satisfaction, and said coldly:

"Even the gods have to bend to my will now!"

After enjoying it for a while, Luther laughed and said:

"I'll wait for you here, waiting for you to bring back the Batman hood so that the whole world can see your flaws... To save Martha, you have to kill the bat."

Superman stared at Luther fiercely, but did not move.

Luther took out a clock, lit it, and shouted:

"My God, don't you even check the time? Oh, I forgot to tell you, you only have one hour, and now you have less time!"

A few seconds later, Superman stood up, put his arms around Louise, and flew towards the bat light.

"I have to go to Gotham and convince him to help me, or he will die... No one in this world can stay kind forever..."