Clark has something to say

The last few days were actually nothing special. As the head of the Injustice League, Clark was busy with things every day, and the plan Bruce arranged for himself was even more accurate to the minute.

But they would have a meal together every day, and Diana would show up on time. The Amazon goddess was a little more leisurely. Once Clark left, she patted Bruce on the shoulder with a complicated expression: "I really like you guys."

Bruce: "You?"

He turned his face quite unexpectedly, and Diana's deep sea-like blue eyes met Bruce's gaze. Humanity."

Then, she took a step back hastily: "I still have something to do."

Bruce thought for a moment, but the strange taste was fleeting, and soon, he refocused on the subsequent global live broadcast.

He connected to Lex's dark line: "How much of the current preparations have been completed?"

Lex: "95%, the whole plan has too many uncontrollable factors, Bruce, you have to be prepared."

Bruce: "I know that if something goes wrong, the backup plan E28 will be activated."

The bald man's hand typing on the keyboard was a little slower, and then he raised his speed again, and said in a flat tone, "I know, if possible, it's better not to use E28."

……

Clark's super hearing was actually turned on all the time, and it was only briefly turned off for the first few hours.

Bruce never knew that, long before Clark knew Batman, the small-town boy from Smallville had begun to listen to that heartbeat in Gotham.

He is very familiar with the beating rhythm of that heart, it is calm and powerful, and it is so special among the billions of people on the earth——

So Clark could easily tell what was Batman's real heartbeat and what was a mechanically synthesized fake trying to fool the super-hearing.

But he tried to pretend not to notice.

A few more days, he thought.

As long as Bruce is willing to give up these little tricks these days, he will act as if nothing happened, and Batman is still an advisor to the alliance. Of course, he will respect Bruce's opinion.

as long as he wants.

Clark was still looking forward to it when Bruce was talking nonsense with him about making super soldiers. He wished he could spend his entire life on it, waiting until the last second.

Batman likes to dwell on the past, and likes the persistent and weak Clark Kent, yes, as long as Bruce is willing to back his approach, he is also willing to give in.

Clark tried to be a little reporter back in the past, trying to restore the room according to his memory.

That day he came down from the watchtower, changed into casual clothes, and wanted to go to the mall to buy something. In order not to cause a commotion, he went into the room belonging to Batman in the Hall of Justice, rummaged through the bedside table, found the old glasses from the past, and put them on the bridge of his nose superior.

When he was walking on the street, the pace of the strangers passing by him would be a little faster.

He went to the supermarket to choose a stove, and the articulate shopping guide lady beside him couldn't speak well.

He finally chose what he wanted, and before he could say the address, the shop owner had already approached, carefully, for fear of offending the Supreme Head of State, he said that if the delivery was delivered to the Hall of Justice, their delivery man might not have permission to approach , that kid is a descendant of a criminal, or a Gotham man——

He could fool Batman's disguise before, but now he can't even fool ordinary people.

The god on earth who was not in uniform paused, left a string of numbers, and told the shopkeeper to connect with the person on the phone, and someone would naturally arrange for it.

When he walked out of the mall, there happened to be an instrument mirror at the door, and inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of a figure inside.

——The face is cold and silent, and the blue eyes are as if frozen.

He returned to the room, stood in front of the large mirror that Bruce requested, stared at himself in it, and took off his glasses slowly after a while.

Kal-El killed Clark Kent.

When Bruce gave him the little golden ball of the Daily Planet, he looked at the light in the other's eyes, and even felt a little ridiculous.

—— suddenly realized.

**

The Hall of Justice has never been so crowded. Although there are so many people, it is still quiet and orderly. No one speaks, and even the sound of breathing is deliberately lightened.

Since the Injustice League took over the world, the regime has eliminated the barriers that existed in the past to the greatest extent. Information barriers are one of them. Lead products have also been controlled. The earth has no secrets from the gods on earth.

In this way, it is no longer uncommon for the world's sophisticated technologies to gather in the hands of the regime, mass-produce super soldiers, transform ordinary humans, and study mutations.

There are more and more superheroes, no, capable humans. Although the governor of the Injustice League is still an acquaintance from the past, the overall size has almost doubled.

Bruce glanced around casually, all kinds of fancy uniforms were crowded together, many young people were imitating the Supreme Head of State, and did not hide their identities at all. They may have power, but their eyes are clean, and they are still immature.

This approach is certainly no problem now.

Under the rule of Superman, the masked vigilantes no longer exist, and they can walk into the sunshine in a fair manner—all the wicked are killed, and those who survive are locked up in concentration camps, and no one dares to attack Chaoying’s family and friends.

On the contrary, if the rebels win, these people will be the first to be attacked once the situation in the past is restored.

Bruce's eyes darkened, and he looked at Clark beside him: "I didn't expect you to create so many super soldiers."

"It's not manufacturing." Clark said lightly: "They all have a common goal, for the peace of this planet."

Usually at times like this, Diana would deliberately change the topic, but today Diana was uncharacteristically absent-minded. Walk slowly beside Clark.

Bruce endured and endured, but swallowed the words.

Clark and Diana didn't hide the fact that the leader of the rebel army was going to rejoin the alliance. After the news spread, anyone in the regime who was idle took the time to watch it.

The three giants of Zhenglian walked side by side, along the long steps, and climbed up the steps. The solemn red, deep black, and bright gold suddenly pierced into the eyes of everyone.

Looking at it, many people were silent.

The world that was taken over by the Injustice League seemed as far away as in the previous life, but in fact, only five years had passed. Human beings always have a better memory than goldfish.

This is not the first time they have seen this scene before them.

The Justice League exists for planet-level disasters. They are the guardians of the earth. Every time they return to the earth after a war, the excited crowd holds bright flags and swarms over, cheering and praising.

Needless to say, Clark, the good-tempered big guy in blue was almost unsteady when he was squeezed, Diana's shield was touched and touched by the little girl, and even the cold dark knight's black cloak was quietly pressed with a few handprints.

Now, looking at the same scene, more people, like Hal, are at a loss.

The Rebels and the regime appeared almost at the same time. In the past five years, they have become as accustomed to the Rebels as they are accustomed to the regime, although everyone says that Batman is a lunatic and accuses Bruce Wayne in a disgusted tone——

But when Batman does give in, they feel like something is collapsing.

Some people looked up, trying to draw some power from the group of gods they believed in, but they were all standing on high places, wearing masks, unable to see their thoughts.

No matter how big the Hall of Justice is, it will always come to an end.

Cyborg had been waiting on the podium for a long time. With his ability, it was only a blink of an eye to start a global live broadcast, but he kept waiting until three people came over.

He first asked Clark: "Superman, am I connected to the signal now?"

Clark: "Go."

The human eye of Cyborg seemed a little hesitant, and he looked at Bruce without words: "Batman, get ready, I'll start running the program."

But he didn't receive a response from the Dark Knight, and the instrument on his arm lit up in red. This was already a manifestation of the operation of Apocalypse's technology, but he didn't know what to think, and deliberately slowed down.

He stood behind Diana, and then was pulled back by Hal.

Cyborg is also the veteran of the Justice League, but he always feels that he is a little distance from these three people, not the bad kind—it should be said that when the Big Three exist at the same time, the atmosphere begins to change subtly, and this atmosphere belongs only to them .

Looks like I'll have to get used to it later, he thought.

But then he noticed that the three people standing in front all looked weird, and the corners of the god's lips were slightly raised, showing a bit of cruelty.

Bruce's fingers moved in a very small range, gradually forming a fist shape. As long as he clenched his fingers tightly, the super soldier capsule would slide down in his palm.

"Bruce?" Carl asked softly, "Do you have any questions?"

Counting the time, Bruce said in a deep voice, "No."

"Victor." Carl stared indifferently at the direction of the camera: "Turn to channel 009 first, I have something to say."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of Batman again, turned his face and asked him, "You don't mind, do you?"

Bruce's whole body tensed up: "Yeah."

Steel Bone thumped in his heart, and the members of Zhenglian behind him reacted faster, and their expressions changed suddenly.

"--I'm very sorry."

Carl adjusted the microphone at the table: "I'm Kar-El, I'm sorry, we failed you."

"As the leader of the Justice League, I have promised you that I will eliminate all narrow disputes in the world, no more innocent people will be killed, and no enemies will invade this planet."

He paused for a moment: "Of course, there will be no eight-year-old child losing his parents in the alley, and all citizens of the earth will have eternal peace."

"Because of our dereliction of duty, the flames of war burned for another five years. Some people lost their husbands, some lost their mothers, some lost their children, and some pointed artillery at our people. This kind of thing can't happen again."

The spotlights specially arranged for the live broadcast were turned on one after another. In the whiteness, the god of the world took a step forward. Against the light, no one could see his expression clearly.

But he could clearly hear the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, announcing calmly.

"—we have successfully apprehended the rebel leader, Batman, Bruce Wayne."