69novels Chapter 145 I Trust Superman
Chapter 145 I Trust Superman
Chapter 145 I Trust Superman
"hiss……"
Bain gasped.
With a thud, he threw the seemingly oblivious Superman to the ground. Clark, like a lump of iron, was tossed there stiffly, then sat up with an innocent look on his face.
"Ah... Hiss!"
Bain let out a sharp, painful gasp.
"That's not how you fight," he heard Dr. Phosphorus say sarcastically from the side. "I already told you, we're fighting Superman."
The scarecrow, seeing Superman float up from the ground, was so frightened his heart pounded: "What the hell!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Bain let out a deafening roar.
He pressed a button on his arm, and in the next few seconds, a powerful stream of venom was injected into his body, causing one side of his body to suddenly grow into a small tree, while the other side turned into a zombie.
An immense power surged through Bane's body: "Whether you're Superman or Batman—"
He suddenly contracted the muscles in his back, and the strange phenomena of decay and plant growth gradually disappeared, but became more hidden and more dangerous.
Bain injected himself with even more venom. Under the influence of Amber Gold, a large number of torn tendons and muscles re-entered and intertwined, elevating his body and causing his muscles to swell like an inflating balloon. In just a few dozen seconds, he swelled into a small monster nearly 4 meters tall.
"roar!"
If Bane were to sacrifice his sanity, the maximum amount of Venom he could control would be 120 tons. However, after being enhanced by the three powers within him, this number has increased to 360.
In other words, his power—
呲~
Like a snorting sound, Superman grabbed Bane's fist as it swung at him. His towering muscles showed a stacking structure that exceeded the limits of human physiology.
But such immense power is like a normal person being slapped by a mouse in front of Superman.
When Superman punched him, his towering muscles were flattened like balloons. Those thick muscles looked like balloons sold on the street, dented by Superman's punch.
"Oh."
Dr. Phosphorus, whose head was ablaze with eerie green flames, said, "This is troublesome."
"Damn it, I knew Bane was unreliable." The female bat's fur stood on end. "Kryptonite! We need kryptonite!"
Scarecrow hurriedly pulled out a few kryptonites he had prepared beforehand from his bag, cursing as he did so: "Damn it, idiot Bane, thank goodness I didn't completely trust him and secretly asked Red Hood for a few more."
"This is a huge help." Killer Moth quickly hid behind the Scarecrow. "With Kryptonite, we can..."
But he quickly froze.
Because he had thought of a problem.
The scarecrow had also thought of this problem:
They used Kryptonite but were defeated by Superman's henchmen. If... this Superman is really not afraid of Kryptonite at all, as he said—then what should they do?
"Let's retreat first, Gotham's villains."
"That's what the scarecrow said."
If Bane runs into trouble, Scarecrow immediately and naturally becomes the backbone of the remaining Gotham villains.
He immediately muttered to himself in a low voice, which was then repeated by the other villains standing next to him:
"We'll come back once we have a complete solution to counter Superman!"
“That’s right, Klein. You know,” Dr. Phosphorus said immediately, “there’s a saying, ‘This is no place to linger.’ While Superman is dealing with Bane, we need to hurry—”
Then, in the next second, the villain with the skull head saw Superman grab Bane by the collar and punch him repeatedly in the face, while suddenly turning his head abruptly in a very horrifying manner:
"Actually, I am Batman."
?
The Gotham villains present looked at each other in bewilderment.
I must be out of my mind to argue with a lunatic like you about who you are.
They immediately wanted to scatter like birds and beasts, but when they turned around, they saw Superman carrying Bane appear behind them.
"I really am Batman."
"Yes, yes, you are Batman." The Gotham villains had no interest in arguing with him; they just wanted to escape.
"Why don't you believe me when I tell you? I'm here to tell you the truth from the bottom of my heart."
Superman sighed, then reached up and wiped his face, and in a flash, his head turned into a pointed bat head!
The Gotham villains' eyes widened in surprise!
"It's a ghost! Bats!"
He appeared in front of Killer Moth: "I really am Batman, you have to believe me."
"you……"
Then Killer Moth saw the other party sigh: "The idea that Kryptonians are not afraid of Kryptonite is something I made up on the spot. How could such a thing be possible? Everyone knows that Kryptonite is Superman's only weakness."
He saw the other man extend his hand, black sand gathering on it: "I am indeed Batman. I swapped secret identities with Superman to deal with the current situation and to tactically deceive Bane."
"He pulled out Kryptonite, which is specifically designed to counter Superman, to fight me, which is why I suffered such a crushing defeat."
The Gotham villains stared blankly at Batman, who was explaining himself.
What the other person said seemed to make a lot of sense.
"This whole thing is weird," Dr. Phosphorus exclaimed. "Theoretically speaking, it does sound like a trick Batman would pull, some kind of fraud or something."
He said, "But that's not Batman! Batman never explains himself!"
"You're not Batman, you're Superman!"
Bane, his face bruised and swollen, made whimpering sounds as blood gushed from his nose into his trachea, causing him to cough uncontrollably.
"This is unbelievable!"
Clark was silent for a moment, then reached out and wiped his face.
In a flash, the face that had been wearing a bat-head mask and had a butt-shaped chin transformed into the appearance of Wonder Woman, Diana Prince.
"No, I'm Wonder Woman. Do you know me? I've been fighting for justice in Boston lately. I'm from the Amazons—"
"Who would believe that?!"
The Gotham villains can no longer believe what they're seeing.
They tried to scatter once again, but were quickly caught up by Superman again and killed one by one with a punch.
"This isn't fair! This isn't fair!"
Dr. Phosphorus conjured a massive energy wave with his hands, the immense energy impacting Superman Clark's body. However, his biofield protected him and the mud clinging to him. Clark leisurely took a shower in the nuclear radiation shockwave, and with a light and easy punch, knocked Mr. Skeleton to the ground.
"Even Superman, could he... could he..." Bane actually staggered to his feet. He raised his fist, and Clark didn't move an inch. He just watched as Bane walked up to him like a drunkard and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Clark pulled the tube out of his head and clapped his hands.
He looked in Batman's direction.
The matter should be over by now, right?
Clark touched his chin.
But to be honest, not only Bain, but he was also very curious—where exactly did Black go?
However, the next second, Clark's expression changed drastically.
Blake's call echoed in his mind, along with the dying screams of a woman.
"Louis!"
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Chen Tao looked at the person who appeared before him with a gloomy expression.
He was on his way to the battlefield with Superman, but the person blocking his way was completely unexpected.
"Lex Luthor".
The drifting black sand gathered from Chen Tao's body, and the face of a bald man was reflected in Chen Tao's pupils.
"You don't seem like the type to get involved in this kind of thing. I mean... neither Bain nor Black should be in a position to bother you."
Luther didn't speak; he just watched quietly as Batman analyzed his own behavior patterns.
"Then there's only one possibility. You were the mastermind behind everything."
He heard Batman scoff: "That's a very Lex Luthor-esque result."
Luther laughed.
"Don't pretend to be surprised, bat."
He piloted the enormous mech and pulled several round bombs, each the size of a human head, from his pocket:
"Well done, Batman. Brain Pulse Bomb, a weapon that can shut down brainwave activity. I invented it less than three months ago, but you completely dialyzed it in just five minutes and then turned it into a pile of scrap metal with nanobots."
Luther threw the bomb on the ground: "Someone as dangerous as you wouldn't understand what I've done?"
"I am not an omniscient and omnipotent god, Luther, and I have never claimed to be one like you. But the only thing I will know is that if you dare to do something too outrageous..."
"No need for threats." Luther chuckled and turned on the monitor on his arm, which showed what appeared to be a cage somewhere, with "Louis Lane" sitting in it listlessly.
"Let me see..." Luther pressed on his arm, and the next second the so-called Louis was drenched by a sprinkler that fell from the sky in the cell, revealing his true form as a mud-covered figure.
"Damn it. Although I expected it, I still grabbed a muddy mess. What bad luck."
“That’s right,” Chen Tao said to him. “You didn’t catch Louis—don’t think I’m going to check Louis’s location right now, or be stupid enough to give you directions. Luther, what exactly are you trying to do?”
But Luthor didn't respond to Batman. He seemed a bit rambling.
"Did you know? That alien values life above all else, but that alien can't see life in Hope."
Luther stretched out his hands, and his mech followed suit, extending its dark green palms.
"Hope is a wish, a light brighter than any star, guiding all mankind."
"Hope is the rejection of the inevitable, the hand raised to the sky; it is through hope that we become human."
I didn't know you were a poet.
Luther ignored him and continued:
"When reality tries to destroy us, we reach inward and create hope. That is the best gift we can give each other—even if it is just laying the foundation for a house of cards, we still have a tomorrow even through the ashes."
"But Superman is different. Batman, you know. When I look at Superman, I see the end of humanity. The end of our potential, the end of what we can achieve, the end of our dreams."
"You've talked enough nonsense, Luther. I'll ask you one more time. What did you do?" Chen Tao asked him in a deep voice.
"What exactly did you do?!"
"Batman, I've studied how to deal with you countless times. Bane showed me a pamphlet you once gave him, which gave me a lot of inspiration. Black, Bane, that ridiculous bet, countless villains, so many things distracted you, clouded your judgment, blinded you to the truth, and made you overlook the most important issues."
"You didn't get Louis, and you didn't get Martha," Luthor heard Batman tell him. "You don't have a single card in your hand."
"Yeah, damn it, it's all mud," Luther muttered.
"I've really had enough. But the problem is, Batman... why do you always seem to think you're the only one who can do a hat trick?"
Looking into Batman's eyes, Luthor revealed his purpose.
"I'm going to prove to you that Superman is not believable."
Luther declared, "He is not human. You should know... internal stability must precede external defense. We should never trust him. I will prove you right."
He said:
"I found a villain named Snakeskin. He will impersonate Louis and die, and Black and his psychic abilities, along with the trace amounts of kryptonite I mixed in the air, will ensure that Superman really believes it's all real."
"So let's make a bet, Batman."
A holographic projection lit up from under Luther's feet, projecting an image of the room.
Louis's body, and Blake sitting there smoking.
"Superman will lose control. He'll tear off his mask of pretense, and then..."
"Enough, Luthor. You stupid pig," Luthor heard Batman yell.
The other person wasn't the type to use such profanity, which made Luther feel quite pleased.
"You want to drive Superman insane? You won't succeed. I'm fully prepared for this. A lie is still a lie, and as long as Clark finds out his loved ones aren't dead, he won't go crazy."
"But you can never trust Superman again, can you?"
Luthor retorted, "I just wanted to show you that Superman isn't invincible. I just wanted to plant a seed of doubt between you, and frankly, Bat, your trust in Superman disgusts me."
Luther scoffed:
"Seriously, Batman, why don't you just have Superman wear a maid outfit and change your diapers?"
"Yes, that's right. Batman knows everything, but you're always completely defenseless against Superman. You let Superman protect everything for you, to take over everything for you. Why don't you just let Superman live in your place?!"
Luther's voice rose higher and higher: "You too, those foolish masses, the media, even the officials—you all see Superman as the hope for tomorrow?"
"No, you're treating him like your babysitter! A free babysitter!"
"Then they let themselves fall into depravity and self-degradation!"
"Bad guys are coming! Oh, Superman Nanny, come save me! You never think of relying on yourselves!"
Luther breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is a very, very dangerous problem. Even more dangerous than Brainiac. And today I'm going to completely shatter your trust in this nanny and teach you just how terrifying your nanny can be when she's angry!"
"I will utterly destroy your outdated trust in Superman and expose to you the true nature of this hypocritical alien!"
"Then you'll learn that you should never believe—"
Then he saw Batman pull out a syringe-and-spray gun: "A synthetic potion that can make Superman obey, rich in kryptonite, which can turn Superman into a dog that can only howl on the ground in minutes."
Whoosh!
Immediately afterward, Luthor saw Batman continuously pulling out various kryptonite weapons from his cape and belt, like a hamster diligently emptying its food stash: "Kryptonite spears, kryptonite knives, kryptonite bullets..."
"And there's the super-powered serum... um. The specifics aren't for you to know. Just know that after I take this, I'll be able to destroy Superman."
Luther just stared blankly as Batman kept pulling out various weapons to kill his teammates, and then concluded, "In short, I never really believed in Superman, but it doesn't matter."
He packed everything away, then said to the holographic image floating in the air, "Do you think Superman is prone to turning evil?"
He heard Batman say, "We'll see. But do you want to know what I think?"
Chen Tao's voice was deep.
"I said Superman would never go on a killing spree because of Lois's death."
"I'm saying Superman is definitely not the alien monster you've just imagined."
"Because he is Superman...our Superman."
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(End of this chapter)