What bad intentions could Batman have?

"I absolutely disagree!"

Dr. Silas Stone became the first person among all the people present to react to what his son Victor had said.

His originally gentle voice was mixed with panic and rage: "I am your father, you must listen to me! Listen, Victor Stone, you have an obligation to listen to me! You are still a child! Unless I die, I will never allow... uh..."

But before he finished speaking, his strong son raised his fist as big as a sandbag and hit him on the back of his head.

"Ouch!"

His voice stopped immediately, and the whole person lay down limply.

Victor stretched out his hand to take his father in his arms and gently put him down.

Shazam next to him was dumbfounded.

"Ah, you..."

"I wanted to do that a long time ago."

The sturdy black young man deliberately spit on the ground in a vulgar manner, and kept swearing, venting his inner fear.

He gently leaned his father against the side of the instrument.

"When you're on the football team, you often have some idiot teammates who get angry after the game and cause bloody conflicts." He explained to Shazam, "So, as the captain, that was my little secret that kept my team from being suspended because of a fight."

Victor looked down at his old father who was sleeping like a baby. He murmured in a low voice, so subtle that it was almost inaudible: "Dad never knew I could do this..."

But he stood up quickly.

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

He turned around, reached out to pick up the mother box from the instrument, and then turned around and grabbed the neck of the lab assistant next to him: "I ask you to activate this damn mother box, and then send all these monsters back home!"

The white assistant of Dr. Stone was like a little chicken in front of the tall black youth. He kicked his four legs when he was picked up: "Dr. Stone will kill me when he wakes up..."

"If you don't do it, I'll kill you now..." Victor said subconsciously, and then immediately realized that this would not force the other party to surrender.

"Enough, listen carefully. I will rush forward whether you start it or not, you can't stop me. If you don't start it, I will be torn to pieces by these monsters, and then my death will be in vain. Make your own decision."

Bang!

A violent muffled sound.

The jack made a series of teeth-grinding sounds.

The thickness of this thing is close to 75 mm, which is definitely more than the armor thickness of most active tanks.

But now the steel is being gnawed by those golems outside like biscuits.

Cyborg hugged the mother box to his chest and began to do warm-up exercises, as if he was not going to die, but was going to participate in a new game, and then return with glory as usual.

Bang!

"No way, buddy, are you really going to rush into the monsters with such a thing?"

Shazam looked left at the door that kept emitting loud noises and the sound of teeth gnawing metal, and right at Victor who was doing warm-up exercises with a serious face.

"Then let this broken box open a portal in the monster pile and suck you and them all in?"

Shazam said a little depressed: "But won't you be sucked to the other side of the door? You're basically dead."

"Yes."

Victor Stone answered him while leaning down and making a move like a football player preparing to start running.

The sound from the other side of the gate was getting louder and closer. With a loud bang, the gate suddenly showed a huge deformation.

"But, but you do this..."

Shazam stood stupidly next to Victor Stone who was ready, showing an idiotic expression as if his brain CPU had been burned, and his IQ stopped responding.

He turned his head to look at Batman standing next to him:

"Bat, say something!"

Chen Tao was still silent.

Not only was Shazam's CPU overclocked, his CPU was also constantly used---literally constantly used. At this time, although he still looked like a normal human on the surface, his brain had actually become the on-board computer of the Batmobile.

Combined with the nanorobot-assisted calculations synchronized with the Broken Bat, he was frantically deducing the possibility of future events once Cyborg was lost.

Shazam saw that Batman was silent, and then looked at Victor Stone's body.

With a thud, the jacks deformed more violently.

The young Shazam made up his mind.

"Okay, damn it."

He reached out to grab the Mother Box from Victor's arms, but because he did not use the speed beyond ordinary people, Victor, who was called a football player, easily dodged this ordinary grab.

"What are you doing?"

"Or... let me go, I'll solve this problem." The young Shazam said a little stumblingly: "I can fly! I'm a superhero! I may be able to escape the suction of that portal, so that no one has to sacrifice."

"Similarly, it is very likely that you can't." But his words were quickly interrupted by Victor: "It is precisely because you are a superhero that you can't sacrifice in such a meaningless place."

The black youth looked ahead, and the eyes in his eyes became more and more determined.

"I know what you superheroes should do. Fight villains, defeat enemies from alien planets, and protect our planet. I know, I know everything."

"You can do much more than I can. You are more important to this world than I am."

He looked at his father lying next to him with some attachment: "Even if we have to consume, the first person to be consumed is not you, buddy. It's me, the useless me."

Listening next to him, Chen Tao slapped his head.

The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

It's bad. This child's life dream is not affirmed, and then the facts prove what his father said, "Football players are meaningless in front of superpowers."

He is now doing two things at once, and he is directly autistic, and then his Taoism collapses, and he has some self-destructive tendencies.

This self-destructive tendency merges and catalyzes his original innate heroism, and the fear of death is directly overcome on the spot, without even a moment of hesitation-unlike Shazam next to him, he is almost entangled in the question of whether to sacrifice or not.

"But...but you have a family." Shazam stammered, "You can't die, you still have a dad."

He spoke a little more smoothly:

"But I'm an orphan."

"No one will feel sorry for me if I die, so I should go."

But despite saying this, Shazam still didn't have the courage to use his super power to take the Mother Box from Cyborg.

After all, he was just a kid in his teens. After his clear and stupid brain finally figured out the current situation, how could he not be afraid?

"It's okay, you know? I'm a football player. They all say my arms are like cannons. I can throw the Mother Box far into the center of those monsters like a football, and then open the portal. This way I might have a chance to escape."

Victor seemed to be comforting Shazam, and also seemed to be comforting himself.

"That's the advantage of being a football player," he said. "My training and all my professional skills will come in handy. They... they are not meaningless."

"But... but... you are Victory (Victor Stone's nickname on the football field). So many people are shouting your name. If you die here, there will be no more..."

Victor was slightly stunned. He knew that only fans who had watched his games would know the nickname Victory.

He had heard other people shout his name like this countless times. He was already very accustomed to being called that. But at this moment, in this situation, in the last few seconds before his death, he suddenly heard such a familiar name, and he actually felt that he had no regrets in death.

"Hey, how about doing me a favor?" He said, "Can you cheer me on from behind when I charge later? Just like you shouting for me on the football field."

He raised his arms and shouted twice symbolically:

"Victory! Victory!"

He saw a look of reluctance in Shazam's eyes. He put down his arms.

"Please, just do me a favor, please."

He said.

This was both a request and a reason for Shazam not to go in his place.

Victor Stone's eyes were sparkling, as if burning with light and fire, glowing with unprecedented vitality, just like when he ran out of his father's laboratory when he was a few years old and saw football in the square for the first time.

Hot and sincere, so excited.

Shazam turned his face away, he was a little ashamed of his timidity.

"Cough!"

Chen Tao coughed, and just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Victor Stone.

"Enough! Batman, anyone here can sacrifice, but you can't, not for such a small matter, in such a ridiculous way."

He said: "You know, you have been doing justice in Gotham for so many years, and I almost grew up listening to your urban legend."

He said sincerely: "The earth needs you Batman, humans need you, but they don't need Victor Stone, but I think you will remember me, right? You will remember Victor Stone. Right now, today."

Bang bang bang!

Squeak squeak squeak--

The sound of the demons outside banging on the door is getting faster and louder, and Victor's speech speed is getting faster and faster:

"You are more important than me, Batman. You shouldn't take such a risk. I can solve this problem, maybe I can survive."

"Victor!" The lab assistant was sweating profusely. He found a rope from the side and handed it to the future Cyborg.

"Maybe, maybe you can rely on him, we can pull you back!" He said, "But with the suction force that can suck away the demon, even if there is it... Oh, forget about these unlucky things..." He paused: "You must survive!" Boom! The gate finally couldn't bear the weight. First, a trace of red burning spread from the center of the huge iron door to the side, followed by a series of continuous loud noises, and then collapsed. Victor Stone tightened his muscles. And Chen Tao... was still struggling.

The speeding bullets were synchronized on his body, the azure mask climbed over his chin, and the biological stance unfolded from his body, allowing him to open it at any time, so as to take the mother box from Cyborg at a speed beyond the limit of human reaction, and then let the puppet composed of mud face and nano robots run away with it.

But he didn't do that.

He weighed it repeatedly in his mind.

Do I really want to do this? Is there a possibility that this is the moment when Cyborg is truly born? My intrusion will interrupt his birth?

He thought about it randomly, and felt that his CPU began to overheat, revealing a wise look.

Ah, maybe I can save Cyborg, and then find an opportunity to break his limbs and let his father transform him? Maybe this will be more convenient.

As soon as this idea came out, Chen Tao immediately shook his head violently.

Oh my God, what am I thinking about. This kind of beastly behavior has completely exceeded the lower limit of human beings. Wait, do I have such a lower limit?

Shazam gritted his teeth.

Victor Stone's speed is indeed very slow when viewed at the limit of superhuman reaction, so slow that he has enough time to think.

Anyway, Shazam's head was a mess now.

He looked at Batman, and had no intention of going up to save people.

Damn it, Batman!

Damn it, myself!

Huh!

I will never...

The young boy gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

In 1/10 second, lightning burst out of his body, piercing the air, emitting a slight smell of burning.

Half a second later, the mother box left Victor Stone's running palm. Even though Victor Stone was one of the top football players on the planet, he still couldn't resist the superhuman super speed.

A second later, Shazam rushed towards the many demons that roared into the room. He had made up his mind and was ready.

Then he heard a sigh, a low and soft sigh.

"Oh, I'm such a fool. I'm broken."

He saw Batman, with a breeze wrapped around his front, blocking him in front of him. He was very fast, as if he had expected it. Before he could react, Batman split as he said -

Really split, half of his body fell off from him, turning into a man made of mud, it took the mother box that Batman snatched and threw to him, and rushed directly to the roaring demons.

The monsters opened their teeth and palms, as if they wanted to stop him, but the figure broke into a ball of powder in mid-air, and like a whirlwind, it took the mother box and passed the obstruction of the monsters and rushed directly into them.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...

With a deafening roar, Shazam saw Batman standing in front of all of them.

He heard the big bat sigh again and repeat what he said:

"Alas, I am such a big fool."

He said.

"Do I have a limit?"

Then he asked himself and answered.

"Obviously, I do. So annoying."

Yeah, it's today's py. (Holding his butt hard)