Clark has something to say

The roof was gradually lifted, and strong sunlight suddenly fell in. Carl squinted his eyes and looked up. After being suppressed, he could only wait slowly for his pupils to adapt to the light.

The man was dressed like a beekeeper and was tightly wrapped. When he saw Karl, his body movements clearly showed fear, but he still insisted: "Kal-El, we will give you a chance to redeem your sins. "

The red sun lights flickered and went out. After the circuit was damaged, these devices persisted for a while, but because they hadn't been debugged for a long time, they went out quickly.

Karl shook his fingers, gradually feeling the power flowing in his body.

He slowly floated into the air, and asked calmly, "Atonement?"

The beekeeper froze for a moment: "Superman, you have a moral and legal obligation to cooperate with our actions. Given that the current situation on the earth is very bad, your supervision will be observed by the intellectual world..."

Carl turned his head slightly, and a red light flashed quickly in his blue eyes.

The beekeeper shut his mouth for a moment, as if he finally realized that the person in front of him was a dictator who had violently suppressed the whole world, and he was different from the easy-going Chaoying he had dealt with before.

Carl finally got a sense of the other party's interest, and said lightly: "I'm not interested in knowing what organization you belong to. Now, tell me where Batman is."

There was a piercing silence.

Carl paused, and flew out from the damaged roof——

The place where the line of sight rested was a desolate open space. The fountain pool on the side showed cracks, and the statue in the middle had been broken into pieces. He looked behind him, but it was a pile of ruins that had been burned by the fire.

The body of the god on earth became stiff little by little.

Even though it has been burnt beyond recognition, he can still recognize what this place is. He used to hold a small rag and was instructed to wipe it over and over again.

Familiar enough to remember the material pattern of each pillar.

Wayne Manor.

He turned around suddenly, suppressed his voice, his voice trembled a little: "What's going on."

Only then did he notice that the onesie that looked like a beekeeper was actually made of the highest level of anti-radiation material.

Beekeeper: "—There is no time to lose, Superman, you must save the world."

Carl closed his eyes reluctantly, without hesitation, he turned on the super hearing directly.

All of a sudden, all the sounds entered the ears of the god on earth. He heard the explosion of shells, swearing and crying. The world was in chaos. Every second, someone was killed.

The world has no secrets from Superman, and it's easy for him to gather the information he wants.

After the victory of the rebels, human beings did not get the freedom and peace they wanted. On the contrary, they ushered in another round of liquidation.

Without the suppression of the alliance, various forces from the past have emerged one after another. They have their own ghosts, but they all point the finger at the same person.

Bruce Wayne, Batman.

For good reason.

Demand that Batman hand over the prisoners he secretly held, that the rulers of the past be publicly executed, and atone for the world with death.

But Batman's answer was an unquestionable refusal.

He was originally an adviser to the old Zhenglian, and he was also the only superhero who appeared in the open after the regime disappeared.

As a result, the number one target of the liquidation gradually changed from a member of the regime to a leader of the rebel army. When Batman made a public appearance, an ordinary bullet easily pierced through the head of a human being.

Blood splattered.

The body was tied to the gate of Gotham City Hall and left unattended.

The anger continued to spread, and in retaliation Wayne Manor was doused with gasoline by the thugs who broke in and burned for a day and a night until it was completely burned and not a blade of grass could grow.

Afterwards, the city of evil lost its guardian, and the living fled one after another. Gotham became a place of firefights, killing red-eyed humans, and dropping nuclear bombs one after another on this land.

The strong radiation pervading everywhere has completely reduced this place to a barren place.

Carl fell back to the ground.

He stared at the beekeeper, staring at the sign beginning with s on the other's chest, and restrained the heat in his throat: "What do you want me to do?"

Beekeeper: "Execute the mission, R23 area..."

Carl's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Carl: "Perform your mission? Suppress the enemy for you? Then wait for you to settle after the fact-I know what you did!"

The beekeeper took a step back: "Batman is dead, we are obliged to take over him and what remains of him, we are obliged to study the upper limit of an ordinary person's ability, and strengthen the drug—"

The beekeeper suddenly fell silent.

There is only one reason, the sadness and evil spirit on the god in front of him almost awakened his instinctive fear as a creature.

In the past, the Injustice Alliance collected the world's high-tech and cutting-edge technology. When it was destroyed, these things were divided up one after another, and the war destroyed a lot.

As a result, the technological level of the entire world has regressed significantly,

And everything about Batman condenses the achievements of that golden age.

Carl's eyes were red, and his thermal vision drew a deep ravine beside the beekeeper's feet. He ignored the other party's reaction as if he saw a monster, and ignored the other party's scrambling and running back. He walked a few steps into the ruins , trying to find some traces.

—Traces that Bruce is still alive.

How could Bruce just die like this?He is Batman, the Batman who used to be able to wear a uniform and challenge Darkseid alone, how could he be killed by a small bullet?

The footsteps got farther and farther away, Karl tried to concentrate, but more and more cries reached his ears, tormenting him unbearably.

He bent down, wanting to find it more carefully, but unknowingly activated his super vision, and saw a child engulfed by a raging fire.

The hand of the god on earth stopped suddenly.

He lowered his eyes, his vision was empty, and his hands stained with black marks fell powerlessly to the ground.

The strong wind blew, and the dust was blown everywhere, making his clothes dirty. The sun was extremely strong, but he didn't feel warm at all.

He let go of his super hearing again, trying to find those heartbeats he was used to hearing.

Got nothing.

Nothing.

The god on earth who lost his uniform stood there in a daze, and the sun stretched his shadow very long.

But this time, there was really no one left by his side.

**

People on the earth are almost desperate, and everyone holds the idea that one day is one day.

There are few intact buildings on the surface today. Everyone is terrified. Even though they are almost numb to the sound of gunfire, every time there are fragments of shrapnel exploded nearby, they will still be glad that they are still alive. live.

People in the old world are thinking, why is this situation ushering in?

Children born in this situation don't understand why some older people cry bitterly in the middle of the night. In their view, living with difficulty is a matter of course.

But Miller felt that he was different from them.

He was an orphan, but he was lucky enough to be adopted by a kind-hearted man. The man went to the garbage every day to find supplies. Hold on.

When the man comes back at night, he will tell him a story.

Those stories showed him an unimaginable world.

He said that he used to live in a city called Metropolis. At that time, Metropolis was the best city in the world, known as the city of tomorrow. In this city, there were the best superheroes in the world. It is a warm sun.

God among men.

Miller asked, what is a superhero.

Every time he asks this question, the man will change the subject and tell him something else, such as the oppressive black lacquer, the emerald knight who can ignite the sun, the little red man who likes to greet people, etc. .

Miller touched his nose and said that you haven't talked about the big sun yet.

The man paused, his pupils flickered, and slowly: "...I don't need to talk about it, because he is still in this world, Miller, one day, you will be able to see him."

"...When the time comes, you will recognize it at a glance."

He nodded half-understanding, and patted the man's shoulder: "Go to bed early, old guy, I hope you can come back tomorrow."

As a result, they were woken up just after dawn, and the explosion almost exploded in their ears.

The little boy was in a daze, but fortunately he could still hear the voice, grabbed the man's sleeve and ran out in a hurry.

The orange-red flame was emitting black air, almost blending with the morning glow in the sky.

He dragged the man for a while, and his body suddenly became heavier. The person who had been dependent on him all this time fell to his knees with a plop. The man took a breath and waved his hands: "Hurry up and go."

Miller yelled: "Go away, if I wanted to go, I would have gone already!"

He tugged at the man's arm: "Why do you stay in this piece of rubbish? I said a long time ago that we can change to a place that is not so bad—"

The man yelled back: "What do you know! Here, here is-"

A missile trailing a red light flew towards us from a distance.

Miller gritted his teeth, wanting to pull his hands off. He knew that he was going to die this time, but he had never been anywhere, and he had never seen the son of tomorrow in the story. He still wanted to live with the old guy !

The missile was getting closer and closer, and he had already started to feel the phantom pain, which was exactly the same as when he was three years old and would be injured—

Boom!

He closed his eyes and waited for the goddess of death to pick him up.

But the pain didn't come, he waited for a while, and then opened his eyes again, anxiously: "Old guy, you—what's wrong with you?"

He had never seen the old guy look like this, half crying and half laughing, tears flowed from those cloudy eyes, and then flowed down the wrinkles on his face.

Miller looked up subconsciously.

For a moment, he couldn't feel anything, as if his soul had been sucked away by something unknown, his eye sockets were hot and painful.

He suddenly understood what the hope those elders had been talking about meant.

Above the sky, the bright red cloak was blown by the wind, forming a majestic and beautiful arc. The annoying sunlight fell on him, but it made him look even more brilliant.

The little boy opened his mouth in a daze, unable to say a word.

This was the best sight he had ever seen since he was born.

The man knelt on the ground, his body relaxed like never before, then he stretched out his trembling hands to the sky, his lips were trembling, and his voice was hoarse.

"—Superman!"