The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

After seeing off Barry, Bruce took another trip to the company.

In fact, he doesn't have much demand for money. He originally planned to use enough money, and he didn't expect to go any further, but now that his plan has changed, the amount of money he has on hand is completely insufficient.

Fortunately, there is still a piece of ready-made fat in front of him-Mr. Luthor's arrangement last night has made the already turbulent Lex Enterprise even more panic-stricken. At least another [-]% reduction.

Bruce satisfactorily sorted out the information he had collected before, and picked out a few subsidiaries in the fields of military industry, medical treatment, and scientific research that had promising prospects or were urgently needed by him, and handed them over to the secretary, who asked them to draft an acquisition plan.

Bruce misses Lucius very much at times like this. If he were here, he would definitely not need to devote his energy to paying attention to these trivial matters now. He felt that it was time for him to find a reliable CEO for himself.

The work of deciphering the signal was not going smoothly. What he was most worried about happened. There was a slight deviation between the technology tree of this world and his original world. Accuracy, most of the parameters of the equipment had to be readjusted.

There is too much necessary work, and Bruce doesn't know how long he has been busy. He only knows that when the red and blue superheroes of the Metropolis appear on a surveillance camera outside the safe house, knock on the window and wave to the camera, the sky outside has already changed. It's dark.

Bruce pressed the mechanism with a straight face, and the camouflaged door outside opened automatically, and Clark floated in along the opened door.

"Don't look so ugly, I brought you something." Clark turned his hands away, and from behind the cloak, he brought out a cup of hot coffee and a plate of scorched cookies.

"You still work part-time as a super express?"

Seeing Bruce took it, the sugar content in Clark's smile suddenly rose several plus signs.

He blinked, "Superman delivery, only this one, no semicolon."

Bruce responded with a "hum" and plunged into the screen-full code again.

Clark frowned and floated to his side, "You have to rest, overwork is not good for your health."

Bruce said, "Every minute wasted is more dangerous to the earth, and we don't have time."

"But if the matter is not finished and your body collapses first, wouldn't that be more dangerous?" Clark insisted, he even tilted his body to block Bruce's line of sight, preventing him from continuing to look at the screen.

"Clark Kent." Bruce narrowed his eyes, showing Batman's disapproving expression, "I told you the location of the safe house just in case, not for you to disturb my work."

"I'm just in case now." Clark simply played tricks and sat on the monitor.

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Bruce asked impatiently.

"I clearly told you that Fortress of Solitude can decipher these things, you don't need to work so hard." Clark finally confided his true thoughts.

"This matter does not allow mistakes, and any details must be compared in multiple ways before the authenticity can be confirmed and adopted."

"Then there's no need to be so anxious. Anyway, we have to wait for the analysis results of the fortress before we can compare them, right?"

"My speed is not as fast as your alien machine, so I can only make up for it with time."

"The computer can work 24 hours a day, don't you think you can do it 24 hours a day?" Clark saw Bruce's calm expression, and couldn't help shouting, "Do you really have this plan?"

He straightened his face and imitated Bruce's serious expression when he gave orders, "I remind you as the landlord that the dormitory has a curfew."

Bruce looked at him like a fool, "Now you're at my house."

Clark choked for a moment before remembering that the guy in front of him had secretly escaped from the abject poverty class and stepped into the ranks of the wicked rich.

The depression and sadness that were interrupted by the sudden accident at the banquet that day came back again, he lowered his head and drifted away silently, with a little sadness on his face, "I'm sorry, I forgot that you didn't need it long ago." I helped."

"..." Looking at Clark, who was unconsciously exuding a sense of loss and sadness, Bruce endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back and raised his hand to surrender, "Okay, okay, I'll go back with you."

"Okay, I'll take you!" Clark turned around all of a sudden, picked him up involuntarily and rushed out.

Bruce held his breath in his throat, feeling faintly cheated in his heart, but Clark didn't give him time to think, and Clark's little house appeared in their sight almost a minute after he soared into the sky.

"Here we are." Clark said solemnly.

Bruce stared at him with disapproving eyes, but it was meaningless to talk about it now. The two walked into the house side by side. Just as they got near the door, there was already a faint voice of conversation in the room.

"I don't know what's going on, I'm also very desperate, okay, I was also in a daze when I was thrown into the police station, who knows what kind of muscle is wrong with the super alien in Metropolis, I was originally I thought... damn it, how do I look like a criminal?!"

This voice... sounds familiar.

Bruce quietly opened the door, and in the living room, a guy who looked very familiar regardless of his appearance and clothes, who had just left more than [-] hours ago, was sitting next to Barry, waving his arms with a sad face.

"Damn it, those prison guards don't listen to people at all, no matter what I say, they don't respond, they insist on stabbing Carlo!"

"You also said that if it wasn't for the kindness of the Carlos who took advantage of the loophole for you, you can wait to spend Christmas inside." Barry didn't pay attention to the movement by the door, and scolded himself, "I don't even Knowing that you have been expelled, why don't you tell me about such a big event, why don't you treat me as a brother!"

"Who knows what you're doing all this time, I can't get in touch with you, if I didn't come to you, how could I have such bad luck!"

Speaking of this, Barry was also a little sorry, but soon he said angrily, "You are obviously stupid, if you encounter this kind of situation, you don't hide quickly and go up, don't you see how hard you hit? I don't know where that green guy came from, if that hammer hits you, you will immediately become a ghost."

"Um, you can't say that." Speaking of this, that person hesitated for a while, "That person—I said the one who fought with Superman—doesn't look like a bad person, maybe he has good intentions. Not that dark bat-monster..."

"You are not allowed to slander the hero!" Barry straightened his face. "The hero is a good man. I have told you that he saved me, helped many people silently, and discovered Luthor's conspiracy."

Speaking of this, the man's face flushed slightly, and his momentum weakened all of a sudden, as if he lacked confidence, "He dressed like that... who knows."