[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

There was silence.

Freya's eyes flicked between them, a rare sight if anyone else could see it—it's not every day you see Batman and Superman stare blankly.

The red beard was panting on the ground, and the sound of his nails scratching the ground was extremely loud, but no one paid attention to him at the moment.

Freya rubbed her toes on the ground.

The sounds of fighting from downstairs didn't stop at all, and there were occasional howls of wolves and the sound of light cannons.

After a while, someone finally moved.

Clark pulled the batarang from the wall beside him with extremely slow movements.He twirled the little thing with two fingers, and his eyes slowly turned to the two dudes who had distanced themselves by the door.The bat's wings trembled and changed shape in his hands, and finally almost raised a corner.

"We absolutely need to talk about this," he said. "Absolutely."

This sentence was like breaking some spell, and everyone came back to life from the petrified state in an instant.

Diana smiled apologetically and put her noose back, and Freya gave her a grateful glance.

Bruce smooths out the creases in his suit and seems to be holding himself back from blurting out anything.

But some people can't control it.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you must be joking with me." Oliver looked at Bruce with disbelief. "Is that a Batarang? Is that a Batarang? And how dare you claim that you're a playboy who's either picking up girls or doing it?!"

"Both to each other," Bruce retorted immediately, "I don't see why a guy who can hide a tranquilizer dart in his sleeve would spend a lot of money in a nightclub, and this tranquilizer dart, are you kidding me? I didn't do this 800 years ago Kind of low-level stuff, Ollie."

"Maybe it's because I don't have a penchant for dressing myself up as a dark rodent," said Oliver stiffly. "Baby Brucey even made herself a pair of cat ears."

"That's an antenna." Bruce growled in a low voice, and he glanced at the tranquilizer dart again, "I heard that a guy in a hood appeared in Star City half a year ago, with a green hood and a green eye patch, and he was so poor that he could only drive a motorcycle The car, the weapon used is like a prehistoric human, I didn't know it was you, Ollie. I swear if I knew, I would let Jack pass the cooperation plan sent by the Quinn Group."

Oliver's eyebrows almost flew to the ceiling.

Clark moved a little, as if trying to interrupt the two dudes' quarrel, which got him into trouble.

Oliver, who was holding back his anger, turned his head and stared at him, as if he was about to turn into some kind of see-through equipment to see through his plaid shirt, "And you, you fucking Superman?!"

"I can explain..." Clark held up his hands.There was still ashes in his hand, except for this, it was impossible to tell that a very lethal bomb/bomb had just exploded in his hand.

"Superman came to interview me," Bruce pointed out calmly, letting Oliver kindly go, "'Mr. Wayne, can I ask you a few questions?' - Superman, pretending to be a reporter, interviewed me and asked me Views on Premier League damage."

"I just..." Clark's tall figure seemed to shrink a little.

"Walking among us, all the disguise is a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a pair of ugly black-rimmed glasses that even my grandpa wouldn't wear." Oliver knelt down and grabbed his tranquilizer dart, completely ignoring The call of the redbeard, who is less sensitive to anesthetics, added.

"And no one recognized it." Batman said expressionlessly under Brucey's baby's appearance, "I can't believe it. I used satellites to track your traces, and computers to analyze your appearance and routes. Reality tells you All I need to see through Superman's disguise is through a pair of glasses - and I haven't yet."

"Actually, these are not ordinary glasses," Clark braved, "This is Kryptonian technology, which can change my appearance in the eyes of others."

"Thanks, that's very comforting," Bruce said.

Clark was so shrunk that he couldn't see. He looked at the two ladies who were watching the show with their arms folded, and their eyes were full of accusations.

Although Freya was a little surprised that she didn't expect his real identity, at this moment she was still obliged to help her little friend out of the siege. "Why don't we settle the matter at hand first."

Given that the four present were all her friends, although the atmosphere was still very weird, at least everyone turned their eyes back to the red beard who had been yelling for a long time and no one responded.

Bruce took a deep breath, barely regaining his professional attitude, and he knelt down to check the powder of the bomb. "This is a new type of storage that was just invented last month. I have a lot of similar things, and it's very expensive. Usually only the most important information is kept in this kind of storage."

"Luther's plan." Freya pursed her lips.

Bruce gave her an approving look.

"Someone wants Luthor's plan," Diana said, "We all know that plan is related to superpowers, who will be behind it."

"Someone who has the same goal as Luthor, but is inconvenient to cooperate with him." Freya frowned. "Judging from the men sent, this organization must have methods beyond ordinary people."

Oliver made a disgusted expression.

The red beard in werewolf form was only dazed for a short while under the influence of the anesthetic, and now he has gradually lost control, trying to keep his head off the ground.The lycanthropy had taken a severe toll on him, causing him to lose control of his instincts to snarl and scratch, but Freya noticed that he was much less lytorical than those downstairs.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, seeming to be looking for a place where there was no slobber to strike, and finally punched Redbeard from the ear. "what have you done?"

The red beard just stared at him with green eyes.

"How wonderful," said Oliver, "to try and force a puppy to obey."

"So what are you going to do, hang him with a bowstring?" Bruce sneered.

"Gentlemen." Diana interrupted their childish bickering.

"Are werewolves afraid of heights?" Clark suddenly touched his nose and asked.

"Do you have any brilliant ideas?" Bruce said disgustedly.

"It's just a suggestion, maybe I can..." Clark stepped forward and spread his hands, but before he could finish speaking, a golden light interrupted his words.

Diana rolled her eyes and tied the noose around Redbeard's wrist.

She tightened the glowing noose.

The red beard wailed fiercely as if he had been scalded by something. He first tried to tear the noose off with his claws, but the golden rope thread made of unknown material moved him, so he gnawed on it with his long canine teeth. own palm.A few blood holes appeared on the back of his hand in an instant, as if he couldn't feel the pain, the red beard continued to move, as if he wanted to tear his hand off.

"What is this?" Freya asked curiously.

"The lasso of truth," Diana replied. "It forces people to speak what's really on their minds."

Bruce backed away slightly.

"Don't worry, boy." Diana raised an eyebrow at him. "I wouldn't use it on my comrades."

"Brucey baby is long gone from being a boy," said Oliver.

"The lady in front of you is at least a hundred years old," Bruce glanced at him. "There are photos of her during World War I in the information that Luthor leaked to me."

Oliver was only surprised politely, and he gave Freya a meaningful look.

Diana pulled the noose hard again and said to Bruce, "We'll talk about the photos later."

Bruce nods.

"Now, tell me what you want to do," said Diana.

"Chuan..." Redbeard finally spoke, his voice was vague, his tongue seemed to be sloppy, and the human words were drowned in the roar of wild beasts, "Chuan..."

"He uploaded the information, damn it!" Oliver's face was livid, "Luther's information protection level is very high, my friend tried many times but couldn't break through. The forces behind these people can't easily get information from him, so even if Sacrifice some subordinates and get what they want from Luthor today."

"That's right, Luther's defense system is almost perfect." Bruce rarely agrees with Oliver, "He will definitely carry such important things with him, but what I don't understand is, didn't Luther expect that there might be something that might happen at today's party?" An unexpected situation? Why didn't he arrange any contingency measures?"

"He has," Clark said. "On the surface, Iron Man is downstairs."

Everyone was silent for a moment for Stark who was still fighting.

"These things, these creatures, they seem to belong to another world," Diana said. "I've seen something like it once in the past."

"Looks like magic," Freya agreed.

"I thought magic was just something in children's books, so what now, what are we dealing with? Fairy godmother or old hag," Bruce said dryly.

"Batman's sense of humor," Oliver said, "I love that."

"Boys—" Diana had to raise her voice again.

Freya suppressed the urge to snicker, secretly regretting that she couldn't record this classic scene.

Bruce picks up one of the shell casings on the ground, the blue streaks have faded from it, and it looks plain now.

"Do you feel unwell, Freya?" he asked, looking at the bullet.

Freya felt her body. "Just now, the moment I was hit by a bullet," she recalled, "I had a strong urge to fight back."

"What does that mean?" Oliver stared at her.

Freya looked at Oliver, then at the other people, and immediately said as if letting go of something: "I want to use all my strength to fight back against him, and I want to give up my transformation."

Now everyone is looking at her.

"Change." Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"We can talk about this later, Bruce," Freya said. "Now we have to sort out this mess, and then we have to find a place where we can talk in peace and sort everything out."

A beam of light penetrated the ceiling of the theater, exploding magnificent fireworks in the air.

All three demigods heard Stark's curse.

"I guess we have to help." Clark hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's a done deal when the information gets out, and the first task now is to deal with these werewolves."

"All the civilians have been rescued, only those research items are left. New York is the territory of the Avengers, SHIELD will not let those research items go, Superman." Bruce looked up, "Maybe now their plane has We are on our way here, what we should do is to find a way to leave here in a fair manner."

Clark listened, and said immediately: "I heard the sound of flying, maybe it's Iron Man's suit."

"So we just left it to Stark? Isn't that very moral?" Oliver said.

Clark shrugged.

He seemed to have made up his mind and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Clark!" Freya screamed, and for some reason, there seemed to be a little excitement in her voice.

"I've got my uniform under," Clark said, peeling off his top to reveal the uniform underneath.He nodded to a few people and gave Freya another look to explain later.

Superman in his uniform blasts off in a deafening sonic boom.

"How did he tuck such a long cape into his plaid shirt?" Oliver muttered.

Freya shook her head. She picked up Clark's clothes and glasses, determined to buy a lottery ticket after the matter was over.

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