What bad intentions could Batman have?

"Think about it, Lex."

Luther knew that Brainiac was going to say something to sow discord again, but he knew very well that he would not change his decision because of what Brainiac said -

So...it doesn't hurt to listen.

Well, actually this is not the main reason. The main reason is that Brainiac's nonsense is not without cost.

Lex Luther has just completely figured out how his remote transmission communication method works, a more convenient, fast, safe, and pure information exchange technology.

And this means...

It means that Lex can now continue to steal his data in front of the other party.

If he was like a thief who broke into the house before, he would be beaten up if he was caught by Brainiac.

Now Brainiac took the initiative to open the window and wanted to talk to him, while Luther was constantly fishing for things in Brainiac's house with a fishing rod.

Of course Brainiac can stop it, he just needs to close the window, but this means that he can't talk to Luther.

So? So now he seems to have no choice but to be patient and let Luther download there.

"If Superman wants to go into politics, he can run politics for many years, from the federal government to the state and county, and he can do it perfectly. I mean, the voters will be crazy about him."

"Yeah."

Luthor turned a deaf ear and concentrated on downloading data.

"Think about it, this alien has unlimited energy, is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, extraordinary charm, and has been in good health for decades."

"He can fly to 52 states to canvass votes for him in 10 minutes. During the canvassing speech, he will drop from the sky in a big red cape, let every drooling middle-aged woman touch his pectoral muscles, and the blue or red flags of supporters will gather into an ocean. Every state is his voting base, and a lot of tycoons are willing to spend a lot of money on such a rising star."

Brainiac told a joke, but Luthor couldn't laugh at all. He continued to download data in silence.

"Do you really think you can use those ridiculous political means to fight against a flesh-and-blood God who is determined to go all out?"

"Do you think he needs to break the rules? No, he doesn't need to. Even if he acts within the framework of the Constitution, he can do whatever he wants."

"There is nothing he can't do. Build bridges, reduce medical insurance, everyone will support him, even if you oppose it, it's useless, he will approve himself and fly over on the spot, crackle and do it, and he will get the job done for you, without having to argue with others."

"More importantly, you know he is not an alien primitive, right? Those Kryptonian technologies, just take out one of them to make the entire human society crazy. Is there anything he can't do?"

Brainiac saw that Luthor didn't answer, he He continued:

"Oh, of course, if he doesn't want to do something, you can't do it either. Do you think I don't know about your human experiments? The omnipotent God on earth has X-ray eyes. He only needs to fly to your door and take a glance to immediately know what you are doing downstairs, and then the police will come to your door."

"Think about it, with such a strong man's two-pronged approach, the economic situation will soon be very good, very good, and then what will happen?"

"Well, or let's take a step back. If Superman is upright and upright, he will go back to farming after two terms, but you know, one day,"

Brainiac said: "For example, Brainiac or some other alien monster invades, the building will collapse, the world will be in turmoil, and the economy will be depressed. People will miss Superman again, I hope Superman will continue to be president. "

"What will he say then? Maybe 'I can't be so arrogant as to think I can influence the course of history. ' But various things will always force him to take on a lot of responsibilities in the end, right? Just like now? "

"For Superman, a city of just a few dozen kilometers in radius is no different from a 10-square-meter room in his eyes. "

"He can appear in any corner of the city at any time and anywhere. Even the entire earth is just a living room that can be reached by a few steps in his eyes. He destroys those illegal criminals like stepping on ants in the living room with his feet. No matter how difficult the opponent is, it is just like catching flies with an electric mosquito swatter for him. "

"At the beginning, he will be like now, doing justice alone or setting up a special As a cheerleader and a non-governmental organization doing odd jobs, just give it a random name, such as the Avengers, and exert some influence. "

"But soon he will start to directly stop the incident and change the public security, because he can do that! What police are needed? What firefighters are needed? Meteorites fall, solar storms, there is no danger that can harm humans anymore, because Superman can solve everything! "

"With Superman's repeated retirement and comeback, believe me, soon the earthlings will gradually realize a problem: whenever there is a Superman doing chivalrous deeds or simply taking power, there must be peace and prosperity in the world, people's livelihood is prosperous, and society is stable. "

"But if someone else comes to power, it is very likely that everything will be messed up. People will eventually be shocked to find that the best way to guarantee the welfare of the people is to worship an alien as the boss! "

"So now the question is: what is the difference between what Superman does and what I do? Since the purpose of Superman's existence is to ensure the welfare of the people, why do you think I can't do it?" Seeing that Luthor stopped talking, Brainiac felt that it was almost time. He took the initiative to disconnect the call, and then checked for a while how much data Luthor had copied. The green alien smiled. "Download it, keep downloading, the more the better." Countless huge data streams passed by his eyes, and the light in Brainiac's eyes flashed: "Stealing Brainiac's knowledge will cost you..." Of course, he didn't expect that Luthor would really turn against him and fight Superman with just these words. But he just wanted to deepen the seed of doubt that already existed, to subtly amplify some of Luthor's thoughts, and finally to cover up his actions...

The incomplete version of Doomsday was the gift he sent. All the prey felt that they could eat the sugar coating and throw the shells back. They always felt that they were smart enough to play the hunters like monkeys...

But Brainiac always brought them the deepest despair.

That incomplete Doomsday was an opportunity, an opportunity for unity. But you know, after unity, there is often division.

Brainiac shook his head, and data streams continued to turn in his eyes. It is not easy to prevent the opening of the phantom channel in a certain area, but. Fortunately, Brainiac has enough energy. If the precise point cannot be found, a large-scale blockade will be enough.

When it comes to playing with the cutting-edge science of space jumps, the earthlings are not worthy of carrying his shoes.

He guessed that Batman would not give up the top combat power like Lex Luthor. If his guess was right, Lex Luthor, who had just hung up the phone, should have received Batman's request for help.

He also guessed how much shock and fear the incomplete Doomsday's cutting-edge combat power would cause him. No one can refuse such cutting-edge power, and everyone will start to study Doomsday...

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Mr. Smith just moved from Midtown to Metropolis.

People who have never lived in Midtown can't imagine how difficult this city is!

He encountered a robbery two steps out of the door. The robber was super fucking polite. When he met you, he shot the ground next to your feet, then bowed to you, took off his hat, and asked you to put all your belongings in it. If you don't give it to him, he will shoot you in the leg, and then continue to politely ask you to give him money.

When you gave him the money, the police came late, and he had already flown away on his high-tech jet flying shoes! Mr. Smith couldn't believe that the technology of criminals in this city was better than that of the police!

So he now plans to move to Metropolis. He heard that there is a superhero named Superman there who can fight criminals during the day, so at least there won't be such outrageous things as being robbed in broad daylight.

A good life is waiting for me! Metropolis, such a metropolis must have good public security. With superheroes like Superman flying in the sky, it must be much better than those incompetent police in Midtown.

After all, what could be worse than walking on the road and having robbers rob you in broad daylight?

He has now come to a small town around Metropolis. His car just ran out of gas, so he should go to fill it up...

Huh?

He found that the town was in a mess, but strangely, countless people still looked like they didn't notice anything and lived and worked.

The man who seemed to be selling newspapers, even the newsstand had been smashed into a discus, but he was still selling newspapers in the void, like an NPC with a bug in some game.

He stopped by the roadside and rolled down the window to talk to the newspaper seller, but the other party just kept asking him: "Do you want to recharge your data card?"

This weird scene made Mr. Smith shudder. He turned the car around and wanted to leave here, but just after driving two steps, he heard a loud bang, and a huge, terrifying monster with bone spurs all over its body fell in front of him like a comet.

! ! !

Before he could react, another purple monster rushed over, and the two monsters fought passionately, rolling into the surrounding shops like a gyroscope, and the building collapsed on the spot, scattered on the ground like Lego toys.

While the newspaper seller was still asking him if he wanted to buy a data card, a steel bar fell directly from the sky, inserted into his head, and rushed out between his legs.

"You...you..." Mr. Smith pointed at him and couldn't speak.

"Ah, you said this, don't care, work still has to go to work." The newspaper seller pulled the steel bar off his head: "This is already a daily routine in the metropolis. Do you want to buy a data card?"

Boom!

Before Mr. Smith could reply, a huge rock fell from the sky.

"It's over!"

Smith fell to the ground with a thud and closed his eyes. He regretted why he had such a sudden thought and wanted to settle in such a horrible place like Metropolis. There were such horrible monsters fighting each other in the small towns around Metropolis. When it comes to the city center, won't even dinosaurs come out?

But he was not killed. He looked up and saw the Gotham guardian Batman he had seen on the news, wearing a blue cape and holding a huge rock, blocking him.

"Oh, my God, I really saw Jesus..."

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here quickly, how did you drive to the battle area, is the army's blockade..."

When Chen Tao said this, he was stuck for a moment, because he suddenly realized that he had destroyed the army's structure with his own hands, and the soldiers who maintained order came to deal with him. If a fool with a bad brain directly ignored those warnings, he might indeed enter the battlefield by mistake.

"Let's go quickly." He said to the other party unhappily.

It was so scary that Mr. Smith jumped into his car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. He cried and screamed, tears streaming down his face.

"Metropolis is so scary, I want to settle down in Gotham!"

Although Chen Tao's hearing had heard what he said, he didn't have the energy to care about the other party. He turned his head and looked at the two big monsters fighting.

For a long time, Chen Tao has been secretly worried about a problem: if Superman dies at the hands of Doomsday or some other monster like in the stories he has read countless times, then what should he do?

But such a hidden worry seemed to no longer appear in his world.

He looked at Doomsday who was fighting with the Parasite Demon. The opponent seemed to be losing step by step, and even couldn't beat the Parasite Demon who was full of blood.

"Roar!"

The monster with bone spurs all over his body roared in pain. He was hugged and sucked by the Parasite Demon. His muscles swelled all over his body. The circles of muscles flashing purple light made him look like the tire man in Mickey Mouse's tires, exaggerated and dangerous.

Chen Tao canceled the transformation of the speed bullet and landed on the ground. It took him less than a minute to fly over, which means that he has at least 9 minutes to fight next.

The Clayface Man came out from the ground beside him with bubbles: "Robin reported to Batman that he sucked all the female adjutant..."

After listening to the general situation, Chen Tao nodded and fell into deep thought.

Doomsday is much weaker than he thought. Why is this?

He smelled some conspiracy for no reason.

But no matter what, solving Doomsday is the top priority now.

He pressed the headset: "Luther, it's time to act."

(Due to review, some of Brainiac's words were deleted. I revised the rest to make it smooth! Then I added some descriptions to make up 4,000 words)