[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

If there is any change in the situation, it is actually in Tony.

After Bruce received this information, he quickly informed Tony and asked him to start deciphering the brain-computer program.

Tony is very smart. He directly connected the brain computer to the bionic program, simulated the human brain, and studied the interface.

Finally got the friendly value among them.

Just, seeing my name and the number next to it, my mood is actually quite complicated.

"I look like a game NPC on this, so stupid—" he complained, "Why does Hydra like to study this kind of underworld thing all day long? You only have 12% favorability, what is it mixed with? Mine sky--"

Bruce: "Is there anything to be proud of when you have a good opinion?"

Tony: "That's not true, it's just that you look weird."

Bruce glanced at the data chart he passed over and fell silent.

"I thought you took her to the banquet because you liked her!" Tony said, "I ended up thinking too much."

"We're not suitable," Bruce said, adding after a while, "Mind yourself."

"I think she likes you," Tony said. "I can tell she trusts you."

"Are you sure that wasn't set by Strack?"

"She was just taken away by the system, and she's not out of her mind—" Tony said, "I read her mission records, there are at least dozens of system warnings in it, and the beginning of resistance is the one who picked up your child Task."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Whatever you say." Tony took a sip of the dried blueberries on the side, "I think you two are quite alike, both of you are more or less evasive—"

Before he finished speaking, there was only a busy tone on the communicator.

Tony is used to it.

Bruce Wayne and Batman not only disappear without warning in reality, but also on the Internet.

After that, it was he who went to stop Superman.

He took Superman into the Batcave and showed him number 12.

"It's her." Superman couldn't hide his anger, "Why is she here with you?"

"She came here on her own," Bruce said. "She's part of Strack's plan to make you hate the world and make you do things you can't make up for."

"It's Strack you really hate." He called up Strack's information, "He turned the metropolis into ashes, he killed everyone."

"I know." Superman said.

"You know?" Now it was Bruce's turn to be surprised. "Then why would you want to consider Strack's suggestion?"

"Because there seems to be no problem with what he said so far." Superman said, "I have been thinking for a long time about how to make this world peaceful. Whether it is the destruction of Metropolis or the death of Louis, if they are not dead, I will Maybe think about it too.”

"It was me who ignored people's voices before." His blue eyes were filled with determination. "Since I have the power, why didn't I save them all?"

"You're taking too much responsibility on yourself, Superman," Bruce said. "You're not a god."

"I am God," he said, "so, I advise you not to hinder me, Bat."

But he did listen, and he didn't reveal his human identity.

Instead, he continued to put pressure on the human leader, saying that he would take tough measures if the fire ceased.

"He'll do what he can to protect civilians, sir."

"Then fight among the civilians."

Their tactics are successful and insidious, and Superman would need to be distracted from protecting civilians, greatly reducing his combat effectiveness.

However, this also completely angered Superman.

Hal stops Superman as he flies towards Capital Command.

"Superman, you can't go—" He used his green light ring to conjure a giant baseball glove, trying to catch the speeding Superman, "You'll make them an enemy!"

"Get out of my way," said Superman. "Enough dead, Anonymous."

"I'm Green Lantern, not some anonymous person. Have you ever thought about the consequences of your behavior?" Hal continued to persuade, "You will make them want to expel you from the earth, and then the civilians will really suffer! "

Unwilling to be dissuaded, Superman fires a heat ray that melts the green mitt and continues flying.

Hal persisted and wanted to continue to hold him, but Superman sent him flying with a punch.He spun around in the air for weeks, a little dizzy but okay—Superman didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Superman! You really can't go to—" he continued. "They've got kryptonite!"

"What did you say?" Superman stopped and looked back at Hal. "They have kryptonite?"

As soon as the words fell, a fighter jet flew in front of them and fired a shell.

Superman was about to dodge, but he only saw that the cannonball exploded within ten meters in front of him, and emitted green particles of gas.

Superman fell dozens of meters in an instant, but fortunately it was daytime, which allowed him to recover quickly and allowed him to see the second shell that flew and dodge it.

Above is metal lettering:

Stark Industries

Tony, who was sitting in the studio, suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if a pot had fallen from the sky.

He rubbed his stiff neck, turned his head and continued to study.

"They shouldn't be on the side of those officials," said Superman. "They should be protecting civilians."

Hal didn't see the words, "What are you talking about? Who are they?"

"Tell Batman to get out of my way, that's my last warning to him," said Superman.

The officials who were waiting for the news of repelling Superman at the headquarters only heard a "bang", the outer wall was forcibly breached, and a gust of red wind blew, accompanied by a pair of strong hands grabbing his collar.

"Super...Superman?" He opened his eyes, and he had already reached a height of [-] meters.

"I warned you," said Superman.

The official was almost scared to pee, "The war has been going on... We have... We have our own reasons! What if we don't fight our own people——"

"As long as you hurt innocent lives at will, you should accept my anger." He said, letting go of his collar.

come down.

It is an endless fall.

There was no death as imagined, and when he opened his eyes, he stopped an inch before the floor—the hanging tie had already touched the ground, safe and sound.

When I realized it, my pants were already wet a lot.

Elaine caught him.

and put him on the ground.

"Elaine—" Superman flew over and looked at her, "It's you again."

"You're making the whole of humanity against you," she said, "Stop while you can, Superman!"

The officer attempted to flee the scene quickly.

Superman took one look at him and shot a heat ray mercilessly.

"This is my answer." He said, leaving the place regardless of the bloody appearance of the corpse being boiled down the middle.

Elaine looked at the corpse and sighed.

It seems that there is no turning back.

Clark flew to the ruins of his and Louis' home.

There is almost nothing left inside, only charred building debris lying there, waiting for the owner to return.

That's the table where she and Louis cook together, that's Louis' favorite picture frame, that's her unfinished books, that's their Pulitzer...

Clark realized that his back molars hadn't seemed to relax since the day of the disaster.The whole time he was biting tightly, his psoas muscles protruded, which made him look serious.

"Superman?" the wreckage crew exclaimed when they saw him standing there. "Why are you here? It's so dirty, it's going to stain your nice cloak—"

"This is my home," said Superman.

My home is gone.

The official's death has not yet been made public, but everyone in the upper echelon regards Superman as a stumbling block.

"We've got to get rid of him—even if it means driving him off Earth."

"Who provided the kryptonite bomb last time?"

"It says Stark—"

"Contact Stark immediately."

Tony Stark was still catching up on sleep, but was woken up by a phone call.

He got up from the bed and answered the phone.

"When did I sell you kryptonite bombs?" He heard it in a daze, and thought it was outrageous, "I said a few years ago that I would not sell those things!"

"What do you mean it has my mark on it?" He woke up completely, rubbed his eyes and prepared to go to the studio, "Did you find out the expired military fire?"

"Tell me I don't have kryptonite—" He checked the bills on the computer, "Wait, what did you just say?"

Liaison: "We found your shells to be very effective against Superman and wanted to buy some more."

"You, take the cannonball with my name on it to hit Superman?" Tony finally knew where the feeling came from that day, the feeling was being stabbed in the back.

"No!" He refused loudly, "I have nothing here, you are looking for the wrong person!"

He immediately called Pep: "Pep, check immediately if there are any shell casings left over from before, or someone modified Stark weapons without permission."

"Right away, boss," Pep said. "What happened?"

"Someone wants to frame me—" Tony was speechless, "Let's find out who it is first!"

It is really like sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

He glanced at the time, it was still in the morning, and the bat was probably still asleep.

But I didn't expect the communication to be dialed, and it would be answered in seconds.

"What's wrong?" The fully dressed Batman's face appeared on the screen.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Tony checked the time again.

Batman: "Say business."

"Someone faked my Stark logo and hit Superman with a kryptonite cannonball."

Batman: "Did he come to you?"

"No! I didn't know until the people above asked me for the cannonball today."

"That was a day ago, Tony," Batman said, "so since he's not here, you're safe."

"Don't think I need your advice, little bat." Tony rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to ask you where the guy got his kryptonite."

"If it didn't come from Strack, it must have belonged to Lex Luthor," said Batman.

The author has something to say:

My ability is limited, and I really can't write too many group plays.Don't scold me for writing such a big event for the first time.

(The next book will definitely improve)

Pay a little in advance!Thank you all / Bow