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Since it was agreed that it was a vacation, it must look like a vacation. Early in the morning, the two said goodbye to Martha and the neighbors, and took a full set of equipment and went camping in the forest openly. Afterwards, the two of them changed their clothes and quickly returned to Metropolis.

In the small base on the outskirts of the city, Barry was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for snacks or drinks that might have been missed.

About a minute ago, he rushed out of the door like a chicken blood, solved a robbery outside Thirteen Streets, and started rummaging and hungry when he came back, but it was obvious that the emergency supplies that Bruce had stored in this temporary safe house Supplies and food had been completely reimbursed in his last and last hunger.

"I still have a little pocket money left, maybe you can go buy a pizza." Diana looked lovingly at Barry who was frustrated after the search failed.

Barry's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again, "Forget it, the energy spent running from here to the pizza shop in the city needs three pizzas to make up for it."

Diana shrugged. "Oh, poor Barry."

"When will those two guys come?" Hal put his feet on the table in the conference room, and said impatiently, "Why do I have to waste time here when they are having fun outside?"

The Martian Manhunter, who was concentrating on watching the surveillance, said in a deep voice, "It should be soon, the metropolis has surveillance cameras that have tracked traces of Superman."

"I gotta say, I can't believe Superman would allow that bat to install these things in Metropolis," Hal rants.

Barry's understanding of this matter is obviously more thorough, "You think too much, you are not allowed to do anything, anyway, what he wants to do will eventually find a way to do it."

"Do what?"

Before the words were finished, the door opened softly, and Clark, who was dressed in a three-color uniform, walked in first, looking at them friendly.

Bruce followed closely behind, looking past Clark to Hal, with deep eyes.

A group of social animals are being targeted by unscrupulous bosses, and the weird sight of being about to squeeze out the last drop of blood and sweat makes Hal feel his scalp tingle a little. After going through his miraculous stomach, Barry silently put his legs down from the table.

"I'm sorry everyone, we encountered a volcanic eruption in Ecuador on the road, and it took us a while to solve it." Clark walked to the table and showed a cheerful smile. Sorry, sorry."

Looking at the enthusiastic and sunny big boy in front of them, several people couldn't help thinking of his god-like appearance when he landed against the light in the battle a few days ago, and they all had a subtle feeling of unreality in their hearts.

Only Neptune, who had never seen that scene, didn't notice it, and said carelessly, "It's nothing, let's start quickly, it's too late to go back, and Mela will talk about me again."

"The purpose of convening everyone this time is to decide on the venue for the alliance's future activities." Bruce knocked on the table, and the conference room in Nuo Da fell silent. It cannot be made public as an official stronghold, we need a more stable base, and in order to avoid political constraints or disputes, it is best for our new base to be built in a place with no ownership, a blank political power, and absolute neutrality, to show that the Justice League is absolutely fair position."

"Where on earth is there such a place?"

"It's really hard to find a suitable place on Earth." Bruce nodded, plugged the USB drive into the computer, and a large expanse of starry sky was projected from the screen.

"This is the most suitable place I have chosen to build a base."

"Wow!" Barry sighed unconsciously.

Even Clark didn't know about his plan in advance, so he looked at him in surprise.

"My company has received a part of Luthor's communication satellites, and is preparing to launch others in the near future. I can choose a satellite from them and announce a free donation as the alliance's resident."

He didn't seem to see the round eyes of a few human heroes struggling on the poverty line and a guy who is not human but still struggling on the poverty line, "But in order to meet the needs as much as possible, the satellite needs to be further modified, For the sake of confidentiality, I think it is more appropriate for everyone to do the transformation themselves, and start voting now..."

"Did I hear you right?! A satellite?!!!" Before Bruce could finish speaking, Barry was already screaming with his face in his hands.

Bruce nodded, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because we must consider Luthor's possible backup, the original fully equipped space stations cannot be used, and the temporary ones are only a little better than empty shells."

But he then said, "But this is more convenient for us to transform, especially the technology on earth may not be able to resist attacks from the universe."

The final vote passed smoothly, and no one raised any objections. Even the only two aliens raised no objections to Bruce's suggestion that he would use extraterrestrial technology to participate in the construction of the base.

As a person on Earth, especially his profession and super powers have nothing to do with flying, Barry, who can’t fly out of the earth by himself without any accidents, is the most excited about this proposal, and even happily enjoyed the future when discussing the construction plan.” Office" decoration style.

The preliminary plan was quickly finalized, and the meeting came to a successful conclusion.

Everyone else had their own lives, and they left quickly, and Bruce left behind the materials and funds needed to start sorting out the renovation project.

It has to be said that this is a big project. If it wasn't for the recent swallowing of a lot of profitable projects in Luthor's hands, Bruce really wouldn't dare to say that he would be able to support it until the end of the construction.

There was the sound of pattering footsteps, and Clark went back and forth, and Bruce didn't look surprised, as if he knew he would come back a long time ago.

For the just-concluded meeting, neither of them discussed any further.

Clark knew that most of what Bruce said about the hasty preparations and the inability to fully equip the required facilities was just an excuse, and more of it was to draw out the alien technology, and Bruce also knew that he would guess-he didn't intend to hide it.

The two skipped over this matter tacitly. After all, the two people have the same desire to maintain this planet, and Clark doesn't mind sharing part of the home planet's technology for his companions to use. If he is not worried that the gap in civilization will In fact, he is quite happy to use the achievements of the Kryptonian civilization to help more people if it adversely affects the technological development of the people on Earth, or causes even greater disputes and troubles.

What really bothered Clark was the issue itself. As the hero closest to Bruce, he knew Bruce and Wayne Enterprises far better than anyone else. In his opinion, Bruce was a genius in business, but he His shortcomings are also obvious-his start time is too short, and he puts too much energy into the work of "Batman" and not enough energy to run Wayne Enterprises.

"In terms of funds... is there really no problem?"

"A little nervous, but enough," Bruce said.

Clark's brow furrowed even tighter.

He is well aware of Bruce's habits. He never tells everything, let alone ask others for help or confess his difficulties. It would make him say "a little nervous" frankly. The actual situation It is likely to be beyond our means.

Clark hesitated, "...Is there anything I can do to help?"

He originally thought that Bruce would veto it outright, but he didn't expect Bruce to lower his head and think for a while, and he didn't immediately refuse. This made the flame in Clark's heart grow a little higher, and he looked at him eagerly.

"If you want, you can open the copyright of 'Superman' and use Superman's identity to reach a peripheral publishing agreement with Wayne Enterprises." Bruce said, "The businessman makes a lot of money, so it is more convenient to explain Bruce Wayne's funding for the Justice League, but If you don't want to..."

"I would." Clark said quickly.

Bruce nodded, and turned his attention back to the computer again, "Understood, I will arrange for the secretary to contact you later, you go back first, and make a little human footprint on the camping ground."

Clark was a little bit reluctant, but he didn't want to disturb Bruce's work, so he could only leave here with aggrieved, step-by-step, three-step back.

When flying to the edge of the metropolis, Clark heard a shrill meow in the distance, he turned a corner and flew towards the central park of the metropolis.

When Clark arrived at the scene, a battle had just ended. A big black cat with messy fur and bloody paws was hunched over the top of a sycamore tree, rushing condescendingly under the tree The two stray dogs that kept pulling on the tree trunk and trying to climb up made fierce hissing noises.

Behind the big cat, an equally dirty orange kitten shivered in a ball. The fur on the back of its neck was still wet. It was obviously just snatched up a tree by the big cat.

"Is it your child?" Clark chased away the stray dog ​​first, then floated up the branch, extending his hand friendly.

The big black cat stared vigilantly at the human in front of it, threateningly showing its sharp claws and pointed teeth.

On the other hand, the kitten seemed to know Mr. Superman from the Metropolis. It took the initiative to stick its head out, struggled to climb up the treetops, and then was pressed under the paw by the big cat with a snap.

Clark almost laughed out loud, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu.

With those pointy ears, blue eyes, and the way he stared at him warily, he looked like Bruce in a bat costume.

"Okay, okay, our little hero, take it easy~" Clark held back a smile and floated in a little more, trying to make himself look gentle and harmless, "Your paw is injured, I'll take you back for treatment."

The big black cat was not confused by his appearance at all. Seeing him approaching, he slapped his paw in vain, and then Clark pinched the back of his neck quickly.

The big black cat's eyes widened in disbelief. Of course, in Clark's view, the little guy's round blue eyes widened more like Bruce, and it was rare to suffer from the future Bruce.

While imagining what Bruce would look like in his bat costume with an angry expression in his mind, Clark held back a smile and held the black cat in his arms, "I'm sorry, Mr. Little, I promise to let you back soon. "