What bad intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 120 This monster... His name is Batman

"Batman. Batman?"

Clark Kent patted Chen Tao, who had turned into the Batmobile, cautiously. He tried his best to control the force of his patting on the car window.

"What happened? Can you hear me?"

No response.

Clark looked at Zod next to him, and then at his adjutant Eck, who was lying next to him with a green face. He dragged Eck over and stacked him on top of General Zod, and the two big men hugged each other face to face.

He was still thinking about Batman turning into a car in front of him just now and now.

He heard the other party's voice coming from the speaker of the Batmobile:

"I have a temporary problem here, Clark. Wait for me for a while."

"Oh, okay, it's okay. It's General Zod and the others..."

Just as Clark finished speaking, he watched the front wheel of the car turn into a muscular arm with a few strange-looking pipes in a burst of silver-white particles.

This strange change caused the car to lose balance and tilt down, but the hairy arm used its elbow to support the car and stabilized it immediately.

"Hiss..." Clark took a breath and blinked his eyes to make sure that his super vision did not make him crazy.

What the hell, a living person turned into a car is already horrifying enough!

He watched the hairy arm break at the wrist, and the broken arm floated up with a burst of black sand at the broken end, and floated straight to the back of the car and opened the trunk: "I have prepared kryptonite handcuffs, you have to handcuff Zod and the others first."

The arm threw the kryptonite handcuffs to Clark, and the other party subconsciously caught it.

With a bang, Clark covered his neck, made a duck-like sound, and fell straight to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry."

The mind was too focused on another thing, and he made such a low-level mistake.

Chen Tao hurriedly picked up two kryptonite handcuffs from him, put them on General Zod and Adjutant Ek, and then tied the two Kryptonians together like dead pigs.

Clark got up from the ground with lingering fear.

Then he watched the other party turn the two rear wheels into the big hairy legs of Bane Bat, and the whole car stood up, and then stood upright like a TV tower transmitting signals.

On the Black Zero, countless tiny black sands emerged from every corner and condensed into the iron ring that Superman had worn before.

Somewhere in Metropolis.

Poison Ivy flipped through Batman's notebook:

"...with Superman...may cause me to encounter many...villains...I'm afraid I will have to take countermeasures against them."

Poison Ivy turned over one of the pages.

"The following are the villains I might encounter, and they are all among Superman's most classic enemies.

1. General Zod.

2. Brainiac.

3. Doomsday.

4. ...

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"It doesn't mean anything that the arsenal has not been opened, Mr. Luthor."

The purple-haired Black said, and he pinched his earrings:

"You know, I am a person with a bottom line. I say it again: I don't want to be a villain. Especially a muddleheaded villain."

He spread his hands:

"So, what is going on? I hope you can explain it to me clearly."

But Luthor did not answer him directly.

"Your hiring fee will be tripled."

"This is not a matter of money."

"Ten times." "

Then Luther saw a dark blue-black light gushing out of the purple-haired Black's eyes.

The air trembled a little, and several decorations nearby fell to the ground under the interference of Black's telekinesis, making a sound.

Drip-drip-drip-click!

This triggered the automatic defense system in Luther's old house, and various automatic weapons stretched out from every corner of the room, but in an instant they were all twisted into a ball of scrap copper and iron by Black's telekinesis.

Black's whole body floated up, and various weapons around him fell to the ground with a tooth-grinding creaking sound. The sofa under him launched some kind of force field to try to capture him, and then was torn apart by his telekinesis in a few seconds.

"You just destroyed an automatic defense system worth more than $500,000."

"But this was your initiative, Mr. Luther. You took the initiative."

Black said. He took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one and lit it, and his tone became cold: "Luther, I ask you again. Have you been raped? "

Luther looked at him coldly. The next second, several pillars stood up from under the floor next to the sofa where Blake was sitting. The sea-blue electromagnetic field trapped Blake in the middle in an instant. The purple-haired superpower was surprised. He immediately opened his hands and mobilized the cyan telekinesis to fight against it.

"No, the release of the parasite has nothing to do with me."

Luther stood up, wearing a blue shield, and walked to Blake who was struggling to support himself: "Although I had expected Brainiac to do such a thing before. "

He walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of red wine:

"I told you about Brainiac, he would not let go of this opportunity. "

Luther said:

"Maybe it's a digital virus, hypnosis, or mind control? Anyway, from the moment I created the short-lived little beasts like parasites, I thought Brainiac would definitely make a fuss about them." He sighed: "The bad thing about the problem is that if you want to maintain the lives of these parasites, it is impossible to bypass the life support devices of modern science. This also means that no matter what Brainiac intends to do with these little beasts, it is difficult to counter it with my current technical means. You know, it is much easier to break through than to build defenses." "I asked the military for the wreckage of the Brainiac robot. The military bomb blew it beyond recognition, but many clues can still be seen from it. This is the gap between the times. Our science and technology compared to Brainiac is like the difference between monkeys and humans." Luther said: "The reason why I didn't cite the examples of Indians and white people is that even if the Indians with feathers on their heads hold poison spears-" He made a spear-throwing motion. "They can all cause a little damage to the colonists with rifles. I soon realized that this is not a technological barrier that can be overcome in a short time with personal wisdom."

Blake gritted his teeth:

"So you plan to surrender to Brainiac? Is this the reason why you deliberately let Brainiac succeed?"

He said: "If you realize that the parasite is very likely to be manipulated by Brainiac, and you can't prevent it, you can completely destroy these little monsters before Brainiac!"

"Yes, I can. But if so, how can I steal Brainiac's technology?"

The purple-haired Black widened his eyes.

Luther snapped his fingers, and the pillars that stood up immediately retracted into the ground. Black fell to the ground with a frown.

"I extracted a way of communication from the wreckage of Brainiac's robot, some kind of transmission through ***-"

Then Luther quickly realized that Black didn't understand at all, so he quickly skipped this step and continued: "Follow me."

He pressed on his sofa, and soon a secret passage appeared in the wall.

Blake followed him and walked to an underground base, where a strange-looking machine stood in the middle.

He looked at the huge mechanical creation in a daze.

"I used Brainiac's destroyed robot to reversely deduce a signal transmitter. And you are a level 10 telepath, Blake. That's why I hired you."

Luther's voice came to his ear: "You can connect my consciousness to this computer. You can help me..."

He turned his head and saw the bald man standing in front of the huge machine, opening his hands like a god:

"Like Prometheus who stole fire, steal back the future of mankind!"

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"Welcome, welcome."

The depths of the universe.

When Lex Luthor's consciousness appeared in Brainiac's skeleton spaceship, he stiffly heard someone talking behind him.

He turned his head and saw Brainiac sitting tall on his throne.

Luther lowered his head and saw his hands.

This is a pair of mechanical arms, definitely belonging to a skull robot under Brainiac.

He should have been a silent thief, not so ostentatiously possessing his consciousness in a steel monster.

Clap, clap, clap.

Then he heard Brainiac clapping.

"What? You don't like it? As far as I know, clapping is a gesture of praise in your civilization."

The green alien floated in front of Luther. Although the alien was possessed by his robot, Brainiac still lifted his chin and looked at him like a beast.

"As I expected, Luther. Your desire overwhelmed your reason. I had more expectations of you. But - I think this is the limit of the human race."

In the data stream that is invisible to the naked eye, Brainiac sensed that Luther's consciousness was trying to escape from this steel body.

He shook his head, then pushed the skull-headed robot back, and the alien seemed to be suspended in the air weightlessly, like an insect sealed in amber.

"Your struggle is useless."

"Really? Then why are you trying to provoke me at this time?"

Luthor felt that he could not control the robot's every move. The only thing he could do was to grin: "Such a poor imitation of the action of selecting livestock?"

Brainiac did not comment.

"It's just some interesting role-playing."

Then he turned his head.

On the big screen, countless parasites roared and pounced on Black Zero. They were attracted by the nuclear bombs, and they became burly and gnawed directly at the energy shield.

"Your plan failed. Those parasites did not attack Superman and Batman as you planned, nor did they attack innocent civilians to distract them." Luthor said:

"They are attacking your target, the Kryptonian spaceship. Before you get the technology of Krypton, you will not..."

"My target is Black Zero? No, of course not. Lex, you are wrong."

Brainiac looked at Luthor gently, acting like an old friend.

"Do I need to use those little parasites to distract Superman and Batman? I have to seize the time difference to seize Black Zero? Can Batman and Superman pose a threat to me and prevent me from taking away the Kryptonian spaceship?"

"These are just your wishful thinking, Lex. From the beginning, Black Zero was in my pocket. When the Kryptonian named Zod escaped from the Phantom Zone, I was able to add them to my collection at any time."

"You, who have the ninth level of wisdom in such a low-level life planet, are simply an unrepeatable miracle. But the civilization level of the planet constrains your imagination. Krypton's technology... I already had it before Krypton's demise. What I care about is the living Kryptonians. Look."

The picture on the big screen changed, from the macroscopic observation perspective outside to the more than 20 panicked Kryptonians in Black Zero.

"Sir Ur, our spaceship is being invaded--"

"It's Krypton's technology, who is it! How could it be--"

"I'm afraid I have to act quickly." Brainiac said: "If those energy-sucking monsters continue to suck, Black Zero may not have enough basic energy for space jumps." Brainiac made a slight grabbing motion.

"Krypton belongs to me."

"Sir Ur, Black Zero is making space jumps..."

"We can't control it!"

"Stop it, stop it--"

"Those energy-sucking monsters rushed into the spaceship--"

"Sir Ur, what about General Zod--"

Krypton's current chief scientist Ur took two steps back on the screen and sat down on the ground with a plop.

"I know who he is. It's Brainiac, it's Brainiac!"

He screamed hysterically: "Brainiac!"

"Brainiac!"

"Brainiac!!!"

"Ah!!!"

Buzz!

Like a bubble bursting, Ur trembled and looked at the magnificent skull-headed spaceship outside Black Zero.

"No! No no no!"

A bluish-white beam of light hit Black Zero, and then the spaceship began to collapse and shrink in an anti-physical way, and finally...

Boom!

Luthor watched helplessly as the Kryptonians who were once gods in front of the earthlings were flattened and rolled by Brainiac in just a few dozen seconds.

He spread his palm, and the shrunken Black Zero was put into a bottle, flew into the skeleton spaceship, and landed on his palm like a docile puppy.

"I have used the Kryptonian named Zod to test your planet, Lex."

Brainiac said:

"No ability, no miracle, no threat. I really don't understand why Dark... Forget it."

"The most valuable thing is you. Therefore, I set a trap and brought you to me."

He looked at Luthor, who was expressionless, indifferently. The other party was possessed by the robot and could not make any expression.

"But I am really surprised that you have been downloading my knowledge all this time. No matter what kind of creature it is, downloading so much information in such a short time will cause its brain to collapse, and you are even able to have a normal conversation with me."

"But what's the use? You have stepped into my trap, and your mind has been imprisoned in my robot, and you have no power to resist."

Then Brainiac's tone softened slightly.

"I think we need to clear up some misunderstandings. Most people are afraid of me because they don't understand my true nature. I am not a destroyer, Lex, I am a protector and a collector."

Brainiac stopped talking.

"Don't download anymore, you have a long time to learn from me in the rest of your life, why rush now?"

"What else do you have? The telepath? He has no ability to pull your consciousness back. Everything you do is within my prediction."

"You are at your wits' end."

"No, he does."

Brainiac froze.

He turned his head and saw in disbelief that countless of his own nanorobots on his own spaceship were quickly assembled in front of him, and combined into... a cloaked weirdo with pointy ears.

"I still have one last trump card, Brainiac. A trump card for emergency use."

Then he heard Luther say: "Meet this monster, an alien."

Luther said:

"His name is Batman."

Wow, sorry, I fell asleep while writing last night, and I just finished it now.