[Zhongyingmei] Can drawing cards save the world?

At this time, Batman should already be paralyzed in bed, "enjoying" his rare vacation.

Superman couldn't see through the physical condition of Bruce Wayne in front of him, and frowned.

"You shouldn't recover so quickly, Bat," he said. "Who are you?"

He was clearly confused by the intruders.

These memory phantoms are not as logical as real people, which is why Eames can easily pretend to be one of them and deceive everyone.

It's like the first time Adrian entered the dream world with Dom. You don't know when you came here, let alone why you are here. Everything is reasonable until you find a trace of weirdness. flaw.

"I'm the one you know." Bruce said, secretly gesturing to Eames behind his back.

"What about your back? How's it going?" he asked.

"It's almost as good as—" Bruce said, "or, do you want to argue with me again and break it again?"

"I—" Superman looked at him, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond, but his eyes drifted away, looking into the distance.

"You probably didn't mean to," Bruce said softly, "but it might make it impossible for me to stand up again, have you considered it?"

"It's you who have been blocking me!" Superman clenched his fists tightly, "You can't make me really emotional."

"Yes, Clark," Bruce continued, "you're not a god just because you can't be completely calm."

"I'm a god," Clark said, "I've always been a god."

He glared angrily at Bruce, who challenged his authority, and was about to make a move when he heard a familiar voice——

"Clark—"

Superman looked up again and saw Louis Lane walking out from behind the statue.

She was still in her professional attire, as alive as she was before she died.

Louis, played by Eames, approached slowly, afraid of disturbing Superman's fragile nerves at this time: "Let them go, Clark."

"Louis..." Superman's clenched hands slowly loosened, and the man slowly landed, standing on the ground.

"Clark... God, what did they do to you?" Eames' professionalism was at its peak in this moment.

He put his hand on the logo on Superman's chest very playfully, rubbing the stain on it.

Clark didn't speak, he didn't move at all, for fear that if he accidentally punctured this sweet dream, he would poke Louis in front of him into a string of bubbles.

"Let's get out of here, Clark." Eames tried to get Superman to leave, to buy them more time.

Superman hugged her and rushed into the sky.

Several people winked at each other and prepared to evacuate.

Adrian looked at the blown weapon with some pity, and sighed.

There are also soldiers patrolling constantly around, they must be careful.

Most of the people walking on the street are supporters of Superman. They either wear clothes with the Superman logo or wave flags with the silhouette of Superman, looking peaceful.

"Looks really good," Dom said.

Bruce didn't speak.

He expertly smashed a car at the end of the street and was about to pick up the wires and drive away.

"Aren't you a little too skilled as a rich second generation?" Dom was dumbfounded, "Who are you?"

"You'll know." He got into the driver's seat, ready to drive to Gotham.

This road trip, according to Adrian, feels a bit like playing a game.

As they move around, there will be constantly strange things being brushed out, and many things will be extremely blurred due to incomplete memory.

This phenomenon actually has the help of Professor X.Without his help, maybe before they set off, Elaine's brain would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage due to overload.

And Gotham in this world is also different from Bruce's impression.

Here and New York just now are completely two worlds.

It's gloomy, the roads are empty, and the streets are dirty and broken.It is the destroyed public facilities, as well as the bullet marks and fire marks left by various weapons.

He drove to the Wayne mansion.

The iron door seemed to have been intentionally destroyed by someone, and there were red words painted by the rebels with spray paint on the rusty iron door.

Beside the fence, there are weeds that haven't been trimmed for a long time, and the Superman logo that has been graffitied.

"It's like a haunted house." Adrian said as he rubbed his cold arms.

Bruce rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" Ah Fu's old voice came from inside.

"Please open the door, Fu," Bruce said. "No time to explain."

There was no conversation on the other side, probably because I have experienced too many such pranks recently.

"Who is it?" Now, Bruce's own voice came from inside.But the voice was obviously hoarse and lacked energy.

"It's me. Open the door, Bruce." It was an odd call, but he had to say, "Come to think of it, you know I'm coming today—"

Just when Adrian and Daum felt that the chances were slim and they might have to go in differently, the door suddenly opened.

"Why did he know you would come?" Adrian asked, "Is Miss Hope implanted with some kind of consciousness?"

"Almost." Bruce responded.

He walked to the office familiarly and opened the secret passage.

Once inside, you can see what's inside.

At this time, he was lying on the bed, unable to move.

Ah Fu also seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden, standing by the side, preparing one life-saving medicine after another.

Is this what happened to me?lingering in this underground?

Bruce couldn't help thinking that.

"You must think I'm useless." Bruce said on the hospital bed.

Bruce moved closer, meeting his eyes from a few years later.

"I'm just here to take your memory," Bruce said. "My future has changed."

"Then do it!" he said, "and get out of here and change everything."

Bruce's memory is painful.

Of darkness, but unwavering.

Dom and Adrian made the next step, and Adrian stayed on this floor.

"Just 5 minutes, I'll wake you up in 5 minutes," she said.

Then came darkness.

It was Clark Kent who landed with a smile on the side of the tall buildings in Gotham one day.

"Louis is pregnant." His blue eyes were extremely warm, "We hope you can be the godfather of the child."

Then, the clown was killed.

After that, it was the Kent couple who were taken away, which completely angered him.

Then, there was the dispute in the Batcave.

"At least our first step was correct," Bruce said. "He's still alive."

Dom was almost caught in the explosion in the Metropolis.

"God——" he wiped the sweat from his brow, "I've been watching the live reports of the metropolis after the news bombing, and I didn't realize how tragic the scene was until I got here."

Eames over there was not so lucky.

He's now praying like crazy for them to end so he can get out of this nightmare.It would be great if he was really Louis Lane, and he could be tender with him because of trust.

But the problem is he is not.He took every breath of fear of being wrong, thus allowing the god among men to serve him a heat ray brain-piercing service.

But as a big man, he really understands why so many people like Superman.

I can feel more how important this Louis Lane is to Superman.

His eyes are too gentle.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked.

Superman hugged her, suddenly a little confused.He also used his arm to shield Eames from the wind, but stopped the car at this time.

"Did I say the wrong thing?" Eames was a little worried.

Superman slowly landed on the roof of a building, staring into the distance.

Eames also looked towards it, and finally saw the scorched ruins.

In the next second, he turned around again, with red eye circles and blue eyes suddenly awakened.

"Grass!" Eames woke up.

Surrounded by other members who are still sleeping.

He was wiped out by Superman, but still woke up.

"You may need to take a break." Professor X conjured up his own audio and video in Eames' brain, "I will tell them that you have tried your best."

"You are the insurance they say?" Eames wiped the sweat off his face, "Thanks to you waking up."

"Yes, without me, once Elaine is brain-dead due to overload, none of you can wake up alive."

Superman almost ran straight into Wayne Mansion.

Ignoring the blocking of the wall, he went straight into the bat cave and stood in front of several people.

Adrian yelled badly, trying to wake up the two who were still sleeping.

The tired Ah Fu looked at Superman who came in, and said slowly: "You should go through the main entrance, Mr. Kent." This time he did not adopt the usual address for him as a master.

Superman frowned as he looked at the bodies of the two Bruce.

Adrian counted the time silently in his heart.It only takes 5 minutes to wake them up, and they can retreat completely.

"Is this another plan of yours, Batman?" Superman said, looking at Bruce on the hospital bed, "You even created a fake Louis?"

Adrian turned pale when he heard this.

Did Eames make it out unscathed?Will he still wake up?

"It's my plan, Superman." Bruce wanted to do it, but found it completely impossible.I had to smile miserably, "I'm surprised you can still think with your brain now."

"It must have been my fault for not killing you at that time." Superman said harshly, "After all, as a detective, the best thing about you is your brain."

"Indeed," Bruce said. "You should burn two holes out of my brain the same way you did everyone else. Maybe that way, no one will say you're wrong."

He is also stalling for time.

Adrian held his breath.

40 seconds.

"Are these your accomplices? And clones?" Superman looked at the three of them.

"Maybe," Bruce said, "they just know where they stand, Superman."

20 seconds.

"Anyone who doesn't stand on the same side as me is a rebel." Superman said, "They all want to destroy this peaceful place that I have maintained, where there is no gunpowder."

ten seconds.

"I'll kill them and warn you one last time—Bruce Wayne," he said, heat rays coming from his eyes.

Adrian pounced on the two of them at that moment, and the violent movement made them peel off from the second layer in an instant, and then disappeared under the heat rays.

"I will never do this business in my life." Dom said, wiping off a cold sweat, "What the hell—"

"Okay, just don't forget to keep your mouth shut." Tony said after knowing that it was over, "When will Elaine wake up?"

"Later!" said Arthur, "but it's the best sleep she's had—"

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I feel that my writing is too horny.

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