[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

It's all so incredible.

The tactile feel of the hanging ring is real.It has a rough metal feel, with some strange totems engraved on it, it looks unpretentious, and it doesn't look like a very powerful item.

"I can teach you how to use it," Strange said, "although the method of using this has already been engraved in your mind."

"Why? I mean—why would I know how to use this thing?"

"Casillas' magical achievements were injected into your brain by Strucker." Strange said, "It's just that you haven't mastered it like number 12."

"However, after my guidance, you will be stronger than her." Strange looked very sure, the pride engraved in his bones would not be eliminated directly, but roughly turned the original arrogance into confidence.

Elaine's whereabouts could not be found on the 12th.

She searched the S.H.I.E.L.D. prison, searched the Stark Building, and there was no sign of her in all possible hiding places.

It's like she just disappeared out of thin air.

"I can't find her," she said to Strack, back in the Detroit basement. "Where can she go?"

"SHIELD couldn't have let her go," Strack said. "She must be hidden."

Hydra still has remnants in S.H.I.E.L.D., but now it is exposed to all kinds of harm but no benefit.

Let it go first, it shouldn't be able to make any waves.

"Twelve, go find Batman again and confirm his intentions," he said.

Twelve nodded and teleported himself to the Batcave.

The moment she stood still, the alarm sounded, causing No. 12 to evade.

A short knife flew over and cut off her two fingers wearing the hanging ring just as she was about to open the portal.And at that moment, a metal cage fell from the sky, completely shutting her inside.

Damian smiled brightly, the way he hadn't in a long time.

The amputated finger flew out along with the ring, and finally landed at Batman's feet.

No. 12's severed finger healed in an instant—although a complete finger did not grow back, the cut cross section had grown back.

Death spores can only heal, but cannot grow severed limbs.

Batman picked up the ring and put it in his belt.

"Wow - it really looks exactly like Elaine!" Damian said, "but why does it feel so disgusting?"

Number 12 was a little annoyed and wanted to open the cage by force.

"It's useless—save yourself." Jason leaned against the side of the cage, "Even if Superman comes, he won't be able to break this thing."

"When was the last time you had a memory?" Batman asked.

"What do you mean?" Twelve asked.

Seeing that she didn't know, Batman was even more certain of her identity.

He called up a monitoring screen and put the screen in front of No. 12.

"Can you tell me why you killed yourself?"

In the picture, there is a person who is holding a long knife to his abdomen.

Stab hard.

Twelfth rubbed her stomach—it was just a modified tube, used to replace her already shattered internal organs.

Clark prepares for Lewis' funeral.

He returned to Kansas, hugged Martha, stood in the rice field and looked up at the sun in the sky.

The heat of the sun remained the same, but he always felt cold.

"What shall I do, mother?" he said to the gray-haired old woman. "How shall I save them all?"

Martha looked sad, she had no answer, and she knew that maybe what Clark wanted was not an answer.So she just tiptoed slightly and hugged her son.

"You're not really a god, child," she said. "Even a god can't save everyone."

Clark's blue eyes were full of brokenness, and his sea seemed to have lost the sunlight, leaving only a dark seabed.

"Maybe I can," he said. "I'll have to try."

Martha asked, "What are you going to do, kid?"

"I want to stop the war." He looked up at the sky, and his hearing extended to the whole earth—he heard people's gunfire and the bombing of war.

"I have to go—" he said, letting go of Martha.

Fly towards the place where there is war.

Martha stood in that field, looking lonely and helpless.

Clark was always hesitating.

He cannot decide the order in which people are saved.But all the time there is nobody on earth who suffers—

Too weak.

What should he do so that everyone no longer suffers?

The sound of war was getting closer and closer to him, and the familiar smell of gunpowder made him feel like he had returned to the metropolis for a moment.

Breathing stagnantly, he fell into the scorched earth, with dried blood and black-gray grass ash on it.

"It's Superman—" someone saw him, "he came to save us—"

"Superman!" The civilians hiding in the building ignored the fighter jets that were still hovering above, and surrounded Superman one after another, "Gods—help us!"

"Get us out of hell!"

This is a completely different kind of people from the metropolis.

What was he doing before?

Superman thought.

When he was looking for someone else's lost kitten, were these people suffering like this?

When he was catching third-rate thieves for people, when he was helping ordinary people cross the street, were these people suffering all the time?

Why can no one come to rescue them?

He should be everyone's hero.

rather than Metropolitan.

He looked at the refugees surrounding him, they were dressed in rags, and beside them were scrawny children with ignorant faces.The plane overhead was still circling, ready to drop another bomb.

Superman flew up and pulled the pilot out of the cockpit—

"Superman——you...what do you want to do?" The driver was a little flustered, he didn't expect that Superman would suddenly want to meddle in this business today.

"Tell your commanders that there must be a truce," said Superman. "I don't care about your reasons, you don't have the right to take any innocent life—"

"If you don't listen, I will personally stop this."

"We have to stop him," said the officer who got the information. "He has no right to do that—he's not even a human!"

"His act of treason, not to mention the loss of our interests, is still threatening us!"

"Does he want to save the world now?"

The meeting was extremely noisy, but everyone pointed their fingers at the stranger without exception.

"Stop or ignore, Mr. President?"

Superman's warnings didn't work.He had just flown to the other side of the earth when he heard the sound of explosives being dropped again.

"I can help you, Superman." Strack walked to the surface and said into the air, "I know you can hear me, and I can help you achieve your goal of making the world a war-free place. "

Of course Superman could hear it.

"Who are you?" Superman flew following his voice, looking down at Strack.

"My humble Wolfgang von Strack." Strack smiled, "I can help you achieve your goals."

"Why should I trust you?" Superman asked.

"You don't have to trust me, if you think things are going wrong, you can kick me out—"

Superman didn't speak, just looked at him for a while, and then left.

Strack knew that he was already paying attention to him.

"You've got to let the world know your resolve, Superman," he said, "and make them fear you to really stop this."

Number 12 is still locked in the Batcave.

Batman has scanned her brain and found no brain machine.

Instead, in her abdomen, she saw a machine for maintaining her vital signs.

"Did you know that a simple EMP can stop your heart?" Batman said. "He didn't even try to save you."

"My mission is to fulfill his orders." Number 12 said, "Don't try to provoke me."

"How many more do you have?" he asked. "Which number are you? Who's Elaine?"

"We are all Elaine Hope." No. 12 chuckled, "It was Strucker who gave us life, and she turned traitor."

"So, what about the original body?" Batman asked.

"What body? What are you talking about?" No. 12 asked in confusion.

Number 12 certainly didn't know.

He has learned about the brainwashing operation of Hydra every once in a while from Tony Stark, but he didn't expect that the technology has advanced so far that it can retain a person's character and be completely loyal.

It seems like lying, half-truths are easier to believe.

The new brainwashing method is also like this, making the controlled people think they know everything, but it improves their loyalty.

No. 12 is more like a dead man.

A dead man, on the other hand, destroys himself when it is useless; when it is useful, he strives to complete the task regardless of his own life.

"Have you been implanted with a self-destruct device?" Batman asked.

"What?" No. 12 seemed to have heard something particularly funny, "Self-destruct device?"

Batman took a step back, maneuvering the trait's cage upward.

"What is this for?" Jason asked.

"Prevent her from exploding," Batman explained. "No risk."

"Strack is disgusting!" Jason scolded, "Who the hell is he?"

"The Hydra man is immortal, and he was also one of the Nazis, one of Hitler's favorite subordinates." Batman said, "If his heart is still the same as the original goal, then Superman will be the one he wants to win over. No. 1."

Eliminate all inferior people to complete purification, and eliminate all criminals and violence to complete peace.

This is of course similar.

Elaine suggests that her memory might be of great use.

Strange agrees, but says this is not the right time.

"What's the right time?" Elaine asked.

"Wait until Batman finds out about your background and wants to believe you," he said.

He was right.

"Did you use magic to extract my memory?" Elaine asked.

"No, this will require the help of another person," he said, "Professor X will be happy to help you."

The author has something to say:

Because I really don't like the image of Diana in Injustice and push it all to Strucker!

(I always feel that the post-operation is actually different from the nacui sister, it’s just round)