American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

Detroit.

Located on the shores of Detroit in the Great Lakes region of the United States.

Located in a city surrounded by water.

Countless black and mysterious iron tools that soar into the sky like chopsticks are surrounded by the city, like stars holding the moon.

Superheroes hang one after another above the giant cosmic tuning forks.

They continuously provide dark energy to Barbatos.

The dark energy surrounding the neck is like a noose, hanging people like bacon, which looks scary and terrifying.

Under these huge iron tools, the butler Ah Fu, wearing suits and leather shoes with meticulous expressions, walked around.

But the red light in his eyes destroyed this beauty.

Under the legs of their trousers, one could see fallen, rotting corpses from time to time.

Not far from these Afus, in a huge black spire, a figure wearing a shiny black metal armor was quietly watching everything happening in the city.

The metal bat visor was printed upside down on the glass.

His thoughts went back a long time.

...

That was a bad night.

Earth-44.

"boom!"

The whistling iron fist hit the old housekeeper's face, causing his mouth to open and blood spurting out.

The thin and upright body collapsed and fell to the floor.

"I don't know about you, old housekeeper, but I can play like this all day long!"

Killer Croc grinned and grabbed the old butler's thin hair.

"That's not okay, little crocodile, you have to save some for the rest of us!"

Harley Quinn ruffled her red and blue golden hair, her pale face full of madness.

"That's enough, before we do anything serious, tell me where Batman is!"

Unlike others, Harvey the Two-Face waved the gold coins in his hand and looked at the old butler with an unkind expression.

"Uh, who is Batman, I don't know can you tell me what Batman is?"

As always, the old housekeeper had a strict mouth.

However, Killer Crocodile obviously didn't have the patience to listen to this guy's sophistry, and he picked up the old butler with his thick arms.

The old man's expression faded and he said angrily: "Maybe I can help you in other ways?"

But what responded to him was Killer Croc's hands slamming down, aiming at the old butler's spine, crushing his entire spine.

Accompanied by the evil laughter of many villains, the death of the old housekeeper was announced.

...

"Replay."

In the silent Batcave, Bruce stood in front of the Brother Eye computer, staring at the old butler lying in a pool of blood on the big screen and murmuring: "Replay."

He didn't know how many times he had watched the video.

After Thomas and Martha, his most important old housekeeper also died at the hands of a group of criminal murderers.

He couldn't describe his mood at this moment.

"Bruce, you can't go on like this."

Clark in this universe is also Bruce's good friend.

"Clark's right, Bruce, we're worried about you."

"And it's bad for your mental health to watch," sighs middle-aged Clark.

"Mental health?"

Bruce seemed to have heard something ridiculous.

He recalled the priest's prayer standing in front of Afu's grave, and the coffin falling with the reins.

"I'll tell you what's unhealthy, Clark," he said.

"What's unhealthy is standing here thinking about the man who raised me like a father lying in a coffin with 36 shattered fractures all over his body."

Batman clenched his fists: "I can't imagine what kind of torture he suffered."

"I've had him by my side my whole life and now I've lost him."

Friends of the Justice League also chose to remain silent after seeing Bruce's statement.

"Okay, Bruce, maybe you need some time alone." Clark sighed, "Let's leave first."

Everyone followed Clark's footsteps and left, but Bruce rarely taught Vic in the crowd, a being with outstanding talents in the computer field.

: "A few years ago I started scanning Alfred's mind. In order to allow him to still exist after his death, I wanted to create an artificial intelligence, but this work was never completed. I called it the Alfred Protocol. ”

He turned around and looked at the black man in a suit, and said with a sincere expression: "I can't complete this arduous work alone. I need your help. Afu is like a father to me."

...

"So, what's the ending?"

Flying in the sky heading for Detroit, facing the howling wind, Clark asked curiously.

"The ending is interesting."

Gino narrowed his eyes and told the information he knew: "After that."

....

After that, it was a month since the Alfred Agreement was made.

In the dim Gotham City, a sturdy guy with various instrument pipes inserted into his back walked in a hurry.

Bain looked at Alfred in horror as he appeared around him like quantum fluid.

They kept repeating “What can I do for you?”

These butlers appear endlessly in every corner of the street, surrounding the huge Bane.

"Uh, listen, I won't chase Batman anymore, do you understand?" Bane, the tall and famous villain's eyes flashed with fear. He clenched his fists and promised the group of Alfus: "I am now Going to the airport and going back to my home to beat Prisca!”

"You don't have to kill me, I'll leave!"

He watched in horror as these Afu slowly raised their hands, and their palms were constantly changing and assembled into terrifying quantum laser cannons.

"boom!"

Rays of light roared towards Bain, and as the light went out, a huge figure crashed onto the cold street.

The tyrant Bane was shot into a sieve by a group of Afu and fell to the ground.

In the Batcave at this moment, he was standing in front of a precision instrument.

Cyborg walked in the Batcave with steps, and a look of confusion appeared on his face that was half metal and half flesh: "What happened?"

"As you can see, it's Alfred."

"After he was activated, he began to spread and create himself one after another!"

Bruce crossed his arms with a gentle smile on his face.

"He's protecting me and getting rid of everyone or anything that could hurt me."

Bruce's face was full of relief: "Bain is not the first, he is the last."

But Cyborg's face was full of seriousness: "Don't you know that robot killed every inmate in Arkham Asylum last night?"

Cyborg said excitedly: "In the beginning, we just planned to help you create an artificial intelligence."

"But I suspect it's getting out of control now."

Listening to Cyborg's endless complaints, Bruce's face showed a trace of impatience.

"Okay, then open your eyes and look at me."

Batman turned around, his original flesh and blood body began to flash, and what appeared in front of Cyborg was a monster covered in metal.