Three-stream detection simulator

After hearing the detective's solemn introduction, Clark mentally heightened the severity of the current crisis. Starro doesn't know where he is hiding for the time being. Most of the government troops in the city who were supposed to be loyal believers of Apocalypse Company rebelled because Hercule wanted to meet the enemy leader Batman.

In addition, it is now a wartime situation, and Omega's side will not have a good look on them. And the important combat force of his side, Xibida, is nowhere to be seen. Hercule only has brains... Sorry, he has no brains now. .

Where's Clark?

He is a facade launched by Luthor to commemorate his dead enemy. The most striking thing about him is his face that is almost the same as Superman.

No matter how you think about it, the battle situation will be one-sided.

Another explosive of unknown origin fell next to Clark. He had neither the mood nor the ability to fight. He immediately half-supported and half-carried Hercule and rushed to the safe area, betting on the 2064 Owl Court meeting. Willing to abide by the rules set by Argos. But I don’t know whether Apocalypse Company’s deterrence is actually not that great, or Starro’s illusion is not logical. In short, several court claws not only did not stop, but rushed in without stopping.

Clark's heart sank. He was not sure what the consequences of death in the vision would be, but superhero experience told him to always be prepared for the worst.

In order not to hold him back, Hercule was almost dragged forward by Clark. This posture was not very comfortable and elegant. However, in a strategic retreat, life-saving was of course the first priority. On the other hand, he is actually not afraid of death. If the enemy's attack really hits, he can barely be considered a human shield.

"I really miss my own body."

As they nearly got stuck against a high wall, Clark muttered under his breath, "One of Luthor's mistakes was not keeping his androids updated with new parts."

"He should have passed away by now." Hercule reminded him, "Based on what I know about Luther, he must be more than capable."

"...Are you implying that he will not forget to target me even after he dies? If you can really talk to him, can you persuade him to stay in prison for a few more days next time?"

The joke between the two people only lasted for a short while. The drone of the Court of Owls flew over many obstacles and flew over Clark's head, and the bullets rained down mercilessly. Clark subconsciously pushed the detective back, and a round hit him just below the chest.

Blue tissue fluid splashed out.

"Rao," Superman said with amusement, "I might have a short circuit. Luthor had better leave the warranty and repair instructions."

"That's it." Hercule distanced himself from him, "You can leave me here."

Clark didn't understand immediately: "What? Do you have a way to deal with this guy flying above our heads?"

Hercule looked at the eyeing drone, shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, I don't have a particularly good method, but how can I put it..."

Under Superman's horrified gaze, he removed his right forearm. After swinging it twice, he felt that it was quite handy, so he threw it like a boomerang. This body is very strong. Although it is not as strong as the body of steel, it can still withstand the impact of ordinary vehicles. However, the connection points at the joints are not stable enough. This is probably because Argos refuses to cooperate, and it is difficult for the brain to work alone in private to find a suitable one. Material.

The metal wall flying into the air hit the drone with great force, and slapped it against the wall like a cockroach.

More drones swarmed over, but before that could happen, Hercule walked over and picked up the fallen arm—and reused it.

"This body can be used as a disposable prop at any time. You don't have to pay attention to me. I just wanted to know how much Starro respects Batman."

Now it seems that as the owner of the illusion, he just created Omega, ignored the bat light in the sky and forced his way into the city. The starfish who wore Robin's uniform (?) treated Batman with too much intimacy and not enough awe.

Think about it, how much can an alien creature that once conquered most of the universe fear humans? It's strange that it can actually generate positive emotions for Batman. Hercule thought of Robin...The current Robin, Dick Grayson, seemed quite obedient. It was unclear whether the future Batman would have experience in dealing with rebellious cubs.

His divergent thoughts stopped here, and he began to advise Clark: "Go to Batman as soon as possible, I will handle it here."

Clark endured it again and again, and asked with difficulty despite the enemy's attack: "I have a little thing that I can't figure out - why don't you throw the cross?"

Although, from the perspective of feel and practicality, the cross is obviously better to use!

"I will faint." Hercule answered honestly, "I transferred my consciousness to this cross. I can still control my body for a short time after disconnection, but the irregular movement of the cross will affect my psychology. Senses.”

In layman's terms, even though he does not have an inner ear vestibular apparatus, his human cognition makes him feel nauseated after such an operation.

Clark's face was filled with visible confusion. He was obviously confused about the detective's current existence, and he didn't understand what the so-called 'body' was. However, after experiencing the storms in reality, Superman had long understood that he must not be indecisive on the battlefield, even if he was confused. Even in the dark, you have to learn to trust your teammates.

One of his teammates in particular wasn't comfortable with explanations.

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This chapter is not finished, click the next page to continue reading p; Even if Hercule Hugo does not have superpowers (really? Clark looked at the disposable detachable detective with a cross on his head, not quite believing this), the relationship between the two It's still a relationship between friends and companions, not protector and protected. Superman stood there and confirmed for the last time: "Are you sure you can hold on until I come with Batman's reinforcements?"

"It's really okay, Mr. Superman." The detective waved him away impatiently, "If it doesn't work, just come over and pick up this cross."

Keep it as a souvenir and then go find the brain in the can in the church.

Superman ran away from the hail of bullets with indescribable emotions.

Hercule looked at the endless stream of mechanical soldiers and the surrounding claws in front of him, casually patted the dust on his gloves, and said to himself: "Maybe it can be regarded as a cross-level hell mode challenge for players? "

**

The bat lights in the sky recorded everything.

The android who calls himself Clark Kent has overcome many obstacles on the way, as if walking into a muddy swamp, relying on his tenacious spirit to climb to the tower where Batman is. This was the place where he grew up, with warm sunshine, kind-hearted residents, golden fields all over the mountains and plains, and a harbor called home beside the dirt road in the countryside. Fifty years later, Smallville welcomed back its most amiable and respectable child. However, it did not show kindness, but instead covered it with a shell of indifference that whitewashed prosperity.

What went wrong in the Yiwen Universe?

Clark didn't have time to think about it. He dragged his bulky body as he walked in the drizzle. The traffic on both sides was busy and noisy. On the building at the end of his sight was a sign that looked like a McDonald's plaque, except that the letters turned into 's' wrapped in a pentagon. ——That’s the Superman Museum.

A drone that was constantly scanning passers-by passed by in the sky. Clark quickened his pace and hid under the museum's porch, raised his head and watched the drone go away.

The ticket seller of the museum thought that he was homeless and wanted to take shelter from the rain, so he sympathetically handed him the hot coffee he had just bought: "Sit down and have a rest, no one is looking after him here."

"No." Clark smiled at her, "I have something urgent to do, thank you."

He tightened his shirt and jacket to cover the bullet wound on his lower abdomen and continued to move forward in the rain, leaving the conductor looking at his back in confusion, feeling as if he had seen that face and the smile on it somewhere before.

Batlight also saw that the detective in the alley was being overwhelmed by gunfire without much resistance. He knew that Starro's target was himself, so he was able to ensure that as long as he acted separately from Clark, he would attract most of the firepower, thus buying time for Superman and Batman to reunite.

A group of sharp claws surrounded the target but did not take action. Hercule stood there indifferently. A few minutes later, Juliana with a white mask on her face came over, raised her handheld plasma launcher and took aim while saying:

"I actually quite like you, Detective. Can I call you Alexander? Or Alex?"

"Sorry," Hercule said, "that's not my real name."

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Juliana carefully aimed a shot at his lower body and said with emotion, "Your raincoat is still at my house. I planned to give it to you the next time we meet. In fact, I am really a Hispanic policeman. If you can honestly lead us against Omega, I swear not only will I not resist you, but I will also become the sharpest knife in your hand."

"Do you regret living sober, detective?"

The plasma bullet automatically activated an explosion when it approached an obstacle, directly taking away Hercule's thighs. He pushed himself against the wall behind him and fell uncontrollably onto a pile of debris nearby.

Since there was no pain anyway, he simply changed to a more natural and comfortable sitting posture and said: "Actually, your disguise is not very clever. Madam, I suggest you do this next time you lead your colleague named Myron to oppose Batman. He has to be more traceless. Even if he is taken out alone and looks like an out-and-out fool, there are still many smart people in this city."

Juliana said in an unpredictable tone: "But you are the only smart person I've ever met."

She walked up to Hercule, looked at him and pondered for a while, then bent down and pressed her hand on the edge of the cross.

The detective lacked fighting skills and had no intention of wasting time. He just said: "You have offended me a little."

"Really? There are worse things." Juliana held the edge of the cross with one hand, and passed the other hand under Hercule's arm, successfully lifting the much lighter body. Carrying it on his shoulders, he walked towards the nearby vehicle, "I advise you not to move."

Hercule asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Aren't you going to use honorifics, detective? I prefer you to speak to me in the tone you just spoke, especially when you're lying here and can't move at all." The woman who had undergone body modification with amazing strength threw him behind the car. He sat down and signaled his claws to tie the person up with interest, "Let me tell you the truth, Argos made a deal with us. He will help the Court of Owls solve Omega and take back Gotham, but only if we take you with us. Go meet him."

Why is there even Argos in the illusion constructed by Starro? Is this Argos the CEO of Apocalypse Company in the past timeline simulated by Haixing, or the world ruler in the real Strange Universe?

Hercule, who was originally prepared to die together with the enemy and change numbers at the same time, hesitated and decided to wait a while to see what would happen next. :,,.