[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

The sky is still the sky, but maybe Superman is not that Superman anymore.

The pit representing the metropolis is still there, and the media or the families of the victims continue to come, or pick up the leftover items, or want to find the bodies of relatives.

Most of the stuff had either been blasted to pieces or had been scorched clean by the flames that followed.

"Clark, it's not your fault." Martha said, "You should stop—" She watched her son's haggard appearance, and touched his stubble with her calloused peasant fingers, "We should learn to look forward."

"No." Clark shook his head, "I have the ability to save them."

He said, ignoring Martha's obstruction, and rushed to the blue sky again.

He rushed out of the earth this time. This is not the first time he has seen this blue planet, but the feeling he saw this time is so different.

He looked at the brown block on the map of the United States that was different from other cities, and he felt so glaring.

Earth is a beautiful planet, he agreed.It was the place he had grown up, the place he loved so much, but at this moment, the planet seemed so small and fragile to him.

It seems that it can be broken with a pinch, falling into the universe like Krypton, turning into dust in the boundless universe.

"What's your plan?" he asked Strack, landing in Detroit.

Strack: "People are afraid of you, Superman. Maybe you can open up and let them know for the first time that you're one of them."

"You want me to reveal my identity."

"I didn't say that—" Strack laughed, "I just let them and you lessen the distance, so that you can better listen to their appeals on an equal footing."

"Did they listen to your warning to them last time?" Strack asked, "They didn't. The war is still going on, and innocent civilians will always die in the flames of war."

He was telling the truth.

Clark Kent's identity had already been buried with the bombing of the Met.

But this time, he took the initiative to stand on the TV station.

"My name is—" He paused, "My earth name is—"

The signal was suddenly cut off, throwing the entire studio into darkness.

A shadow approached Superman, and Superman had already seen his identity - it was Batman.

"You can't say, Superman," Batman said, "You can't expose your weaknesses, think of your family and friends."

"We need to talk."

When the light reappears, how can there be any superman figure?

The people in the studio haven't reacted yet, they just feel like a dream.They went to look at the video data just now - it had been completely deleted.

Batman and Superman are on the roof right now.

"What are you trying to say?" Superman asked.

"I'm keeping you from exposing your own weaknesses," Batman said. "Maybe you think you can save everyone, but I tell you, you can't."

"Once you say your name on TV, in an instant your enemies will know the names of your parents, the names of all your friends, all the people you're connected to, and they're in danger."

"I want to stop the pointless wars," said Superman, "or I'll take tough measures."

"There's a way—" Batman said, "Can you go somewhere with me?"

It all goes back to this morning.

The doorbell at Wayne Manor actually seldom rings.

One is that Bruce Wayne usually does not hold parties in his own manor, and the other is that this manor has never had any guests in the past.

It was Alfred who opened the door.

He still had his apron on and had just wiped the flour off his hands to open the door.

Standing at the door was a black-haired boy.

Looks about Jason's age, he's wearing decent looking clothes, and he doesn't look like a boy scout selling cookies.

"Can I help you?" Ah Fu asked.

"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne," said the boy.

Out of politeness, Ah Fu didn't drive him away, "What do you want to do with Master Wayne? I can tell you."

"Tell him that I hacked into a person's computer." He said, "It contains all the data of him and his subjects."

"Your name is?"

"Tim Drake," the boy said.

Tim hacked into Strack's computer by accident.

He was preparing to go to Detroit with his parents to attend a relative's funeral, and he connected a strange port when he had nothing to do, only to find that the electricity consumption in Detroit's underground was abnormal, and he followed the trend to check it.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

The ancient computer machines are rarely connected to the Internet, but the residual data each time they are connected to the Internet is enough for him to sort out a complete plan.

Tim has been monitoring for a long time, but recently, the data once again experienced huge fluctuations: the owner of the computer modified the plan, replacing plan B with plan S.

Probably because to calculate future events, the owner of the computer had to be connected to the Internet, so Tim caught the data stream and copied it.

"He'll make Superman reveal his identity," Tim said. "Today."

"Why are you telling me?" Bruce was still in his home clothes, tightly wrapped, "You could tell Tony Stark, or Superman himself."

"Because his plan was targeting you, Batman." Tim's astonishing words made Bruce pause.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"You don't have to admit it, but I already knew it - you're Batman, and Dick Grayson is your old Robin, now your Nightwing, right?"

"How did you know that?" Jason, who had been eavesdropping, walked in and asked, "Using your hacking skills?"

"Because I saw 'Flying Grayson,'" Tim said, "I recognized Robin's movements, and I also found out that Dick Grayson was adopted by Bruce Wayne."

Jason laughed.

The fact that Dick's actions had exposed Batman's identity allowed him to hit Dick again.

"Did you know? Your signature move exposed the identity of the bat! It was still an ordinary boy!"

He sent a text message and finally pressed a very embarrassing emoticon.

Dick didn't answer.

But Jason could already guess the WTF expression on his face behind the screen.

He wanted to forward this message to Elaine, glanced at Bruce, hesitated, and still didn't send it.

Of course, he obviously didn't know that the two had bumped into each other not long after he and Damian had left the Batcave.

At this time, Elaine was still enjoying Strange's devil training.

Almost everyone thought that she was now locked up in S.H.I.E.L.D. because of a felony, but they didn't know that she had changed from a special criminal to a key to save the world.

Peter would still keep texting her phone—even if she couldn't reply.

Her matter is a secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., at least until Peter officially joins the Avengers before it can be disclosed to him.

After Tony Stark learned that she had connected with Bruce, he continued to communicate with Bat with confidence.

Since then, their team has included:

Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, Green Arrow, Captain America, Doctor Strange, Professor X, and themselves.

Of course, most of these people did not express their position, but said that they would try their best to stop the disaster when it came.

Magneto didn't express his attitude, but seeing Professor X's expression, he would probably help.

Pre-emptive strikes, perhaps only to ensure that Superman does not get too deep.

"In this way, Superman has no chance to fulfill his ideal." Elaine said, "Will our things become useless?"

"Compared to before, Superman seems to be alone, but don't forget, since Strack has previous memories, it means that he is also very sure."

Is Strack sure?

He has.

Superman might not be an easy character to control.

But with the blessing of his death spore virus and synthetic plant toxins, Superman, who has zero resistance to poison, will gradually become his puppet under the erosion of the virus.

Elaine was talking, and received a message from Bruce: [The situation has changed]

"I probably have to skip class." Elaine said, opened a portal, and disappeared into the golden circle.

"What a quick learner," Strange murmured.

Just after coming out of the portal, Bruce was already waiting for her in front of the bat computer.

"what happened?"

"Someone hacked Strack's computer," Bruce said, "and got a part of his plan for Superman, and his scrapped plan for me."

"What?" Elaine was surprised, "Is it so easy to hack?"

"I'm also wondering if Strucker deliberately leaked it to disturb our sight." Bruce said, "But I saw a very interesting thing in it.

Can you see my friendliness value, Elaine? "

"It used to be fine." Elaine said, "That's one of the data that the brain computer gave me."

"Anything special?" Bruce continued.

Elaine thought about it, but she really thought of something: "You are different from them, others can see their impression of me, but you can only see a big question mark next to your column."

"Sterak has an algorithm that belongs to him." Bruce said, "The technical backbone of Hydra before could easily create robots and intelligent computers in the last century, and under the impetus of Sterak, it created Your brain machine, combined with the future algorithm, can calculate what may happen in the future."

"So, those are algorithms, so because of your uncontrollability, some of your data will be questioned?" Elaine asked.

"Maybe." Bruce said, "But looking at the data, it seems that they wanted to use you to build a good relationship with me?"

Elaine was a little embarrassed when she heard this.

"Seems to be?"

"It turned out they succeeded, but you rebelled," he said.

"So you mean that I do have a good relationship with you." Elaine grasped the point.

Bruce: "You could say that."

The author has something to say:

The name of the Hydra technician on the copyright issue was not written.

Please make up your mind that it is Dr. Zola.

Blues love scenes are too difficult to write too difficult too difficult

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