Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

When the rest of the Justice League returned to the warehouse again, they were surprised to find that both Batman and Superman were obviously calmer than before.

"What did you talk about?"

The two heroes, who are said to be the best partners in the world, looked at each other.

Then at the same time——

Superman: "I'm talking about the mastermind behind the scenes."

Batman: "I'm talking about Krypton."

"..."

Diana raised the corner of her mouth: "You should choose a more suitable excuse, Bruce."

The latter said nonchalantly: "Actually, we discussed how to celebrate Xiao Krypton's birthday after solving Black Adam and the mastermind behind it."

Green Lantern Hal showed a hesitant expression: "The little Krypton you mentioned is the same species as the little Krypton I know?"

"Yes, he appeared in the middle of summer and has a special commemorative status - he was the first dog to allow Superman to circle the earth in three seconds."

"...I'm afraid it will be the last one."

Superman couldn't help coughing dryly: "Please, let's clear the game first, I can feel that the Kryptonian AI is so bored that it starts to tease cats with its own propeller."

They all turned around and found that the game console only left the screen projector on the table, and the main body ran to the balcony at some point, and used the propeller to pick up the mouse stunned by the bat dart to tease the passing black wild cat.

Cats are even more aware of human gaze than game consoles.

It arched its back and let out a shriek, and dropped the alien cat teaser without hesitation. It fell to the ground two or three times and disappeared along the shadow of the building.

Someone in the room muttered, "They're born master assassins."

System: "I blocked the AI ​​when we were talking. It seems that it still retains some mechanical instincts. After all, game consoles exist to please creatures."

Krypton AI: I have never been so humiliated.

Krypton AI: I don't want to please others at all, I'm just a knife machine with no emotions.

It was pressed mercilessly on the desktop by Batman, and he clicked the button to start a new game.

The previous line was to let Luthor go/ let the clown go/kill Shazam.

And this time—

"Who do we start with?"

Shazam is eager to try: "I can't be the only one who is unlucky."

"I vote for the clown."

"Me too."

"Clown, the bald man can be put behind, the clown is even more hateful."

The members of the Justice League talked a lot, as if they were at the scene of a large-scale cult trial.

After the clown himself arrives, he suspects that he is hallucinating.

"Then it's the clown." Superman had no objection, "Do you like to start from the beginning, or from the feet?"

Considering that Clark's family is mainly engaged in planting rather than animal husbandry, his colleagues feel that the tone in this sentence, which is like a butcher weighing piglets, should be an illusion of others.

Krypton AI: Go away, the content that players want, the planning must definitely be discarded.

In this worldline, Luthor survives and the Joker dies, but not at the hands of Superman - but another superhero who can't stand the lunatic's continued mischief.

"Enough is enough!" the young man named Mag looked at Superman and yelled at him, "Enough is enough for everyone! We have endured these lunatics over and over again, locked in and out again, Locked in once and run out again, like a fucking circus lion jumping over and over a flaming metal hoop, while the criminal is waving his whip! Stop trying to convince me with the theory that you don't kill, Superman, I Pretty sure what I'm doing now isn't evil, or if it's evil, I'd rather go to hell."

He killed the clown.

This is too simple. When the young hero reaped his life, his eyes shone with a light that was determined enough to be called wild hope.

"The chaos is over." The latecomer with blood on his hands looked up at his predecessor, with contempt and indifference in his eyes, "You can't save Metropolis, Superman, I can."

——With these words, it seems that an era has officially come to an end.

After that, a metahuman named Jishenod blew up Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison.

Superhumans who firmly believe in self-righteousness form a new group under the frenzy of ordinary people. They call themselves the "Justice Force", which corresponds to the Justice League led by Superman in the past.This nascent organization is more militant and more powerful. Rather than trying to be a defender of peace, it is better to say that they want to become a maker of order.

They judge, they kill, they rule.The country once ushered in a brief period of peace, so the veteran heroes who lost their living space chose to bid farewell to the race they had sincerely dedicated to.

The main reason is that Superman disappeared first.

He left the city that shined because of his existence, just as no one knew where he came from, and no one knew where he was going.The stars rose in the east and set in the west, and the red cloak fluttering under the blue sky never appeared again, and no one would look up and point upwards and shout in an excited tone: "Look, the sky!"

Nothing is different, you see, the sun is still rising as usual.

**

"Cassandra." Sitting on a high-backed chair, Vadar Savage asked his daughter with half-closed eyes, "Do you think life on Earth has changed in recent years?"

Cassandra stood straight behind him, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "...I don't have a strong feeling, father."

They were sitting in a private jet flying at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. At the end of the thick snow-white clouds, a round golden-red celestial body was slowly rising, dyeing the sky a gorgeous rose color.

"Yeah." Savage opened his eyes and stared at the scene, "The sun rises as usual, how can ordinary people living on the ground notice the turmoil?"

"what do you mean?"

"Change, Cassandra, we stand at the inflection point of the times. For tens of thousands of years, I have worked with superhumans in countless ages. Looking forward, they are gods that cannot be seen directly. It is Jupiter and Zeus , is Odin. Looking back, superheroes are also Gods, Christs, and manifestations. Only at this moment, their identities have not been separated from humans, only now, they are humans.”

The slightly wild-looking Neanderthal spoke in a flat tone, lightly ignoring his experience and experience of living on earth: "Only at this moment, I am comparing myself with my own kind."

This is an unprecedented compliment for him.

Vandal Savage, who had always regarded ordinary humans as inferior beings to be governed and corrected, had now acknowledged that there were others in the world who were his equals.

"Then you must target Superman because..."

"Because the war between superhumans and ordinary people is bound to come, and I hate any unnecessary war." At this time the sun had risen above the clouds, Savage stood up, and walked to the window with his hands behind his back to look at the magnificent scenery at the end of his vision. One scene, "The lives of ordinary people are precious resources, and they will eventually belong to me. Any internal friction will be an extremely serious waste. Superman is a very representative character, and mastering him means mastering the direction of the situation."

Cassandra tentatively said: "You can control the war by controlling Superman, and at the same time reduce sacrifices. And if they choose another way, that is, to avoid fighting by various means... that may be a warning for the future ?”

"'Warning', interesting, Cassandra, it seems that Black Adam has confided a lot. He has been trying to reverse the observation through the coordinates of the parallel universe in his hands, and understand the fragments of events that have not yet occurred in our universe Not surprising."

"Yes, he also informed S.H.I.E.L.D. of this content. It's about the chaos in the metropolis and the world after Superman left in a certain world line. He said that the metropolis there is like our Gotham here, And Gotham over there is like a metropolis."

"Hmph." Savage chuckled coldly, "Then the government can't wait to find Superman to cooperate."

"Will this affect your plans?"

"No. This will only make them more cautious about criminals - human beings are good at taking an inch of good people, but they habitually shrink back when facing outlaws. When they argue endlessly, the Illuminati can usher in Great opportunity to grow. You're doing well, Cassandra."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief visibly: "Thank you, father."

"One last question, why didn't I try to kill all the superheroes?"

"Because... because this is no longer the era when you established the Mongol Empire. Now the wise men who manipulate the world do not rely on iron hoofs on the surface. Their methods are more subtle and wise."

"Yes, my daughter." Savage said, "Let those criminals who have been entangled with superheroes for a long time take the lead. The Zhenglian and Avengers will think that they have defeated the enemy's plot. But when they finally have By the time the Illuminati were discovered, the web had already been woven."

**

Lex Luthor hung up the phone.

The female secretary, Moxi, stood behind him and said at the right time, "Boss."

"It's Vandal Savage." The extremely intelligent Mr. President sat at his desk expressionlessly, his green eyes shining coldly against the sun, "He wants to give up his plan against Superman. He and Black Adam, and those little guys who are causing trouble for the Avengers... hmph."

Moxi flatly bowed her head and complimented: "After all, you didn't directly participate in the plan."

So it's only natural that it won't work.

Her boss seemed subtly reassured: "They don't know Superman well enough that this level of false, superficial, illogical fantasies simply cannot bring him to his knees. Savage doesn't want war. Act as a warning, then stop."

The building of the Rex Group is more than [-] meters high. Luther looked at the bustling flow of people under his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched in disgust and contempt.

"Superhuman, human, superhuman."

He murmured, "Those are three different creatures. Yes, completely different."

Did you just kick Superman out and ask his permission?

Moxi slandered, but she was still respectful on the surface: "Then what about you?"

"Me?" Lex Luthor raised his eyebrows, half of his handsome face was exposed to the sun, "I'm doing good, Moxie, and I'm an enemy of them all."

His secretary turned a page of the notebook in his hand calmly.

Then she asked: "So when do you decide to attend this morning's meeting of the Superhero Preservation Association on the proposal to establish a superhuman shelter for stray minors? You are already half an hour late."

Luther's vigorous expression suddenly darkened.

He's been convincing himself over and over to face a bunch of underdeveloped brats, Superman's fangirls, just because it works for him, and for the organization he's in, the Illuminati.

In the end, he took away from the secretary the speeches that needed to be delivered at today's meeting.

Moxi was quite dismissive of the boss's reluctance.

It's not the first time you've praised Superman in public anyway, is it?Even if you just scolded him in front of the camera in the last second.

But who cares?In this age of light and shadow, those who hate Superman will always hate him, and those who love him will always love him.

No matter what Lex Luthor says today, the sun will still rise tomorrow.

Heroes are immortal, hope is always there.

The author has something to say: Ah, I couldn't help but mark the end of the text, because it feels very appropriate here.