Chapter Eighty-Five: Kill Again
"Superman?"
It took a long time for a small commotion to burst out of the crowd.
Of course, this is just a little quieter, after all, it is impossible for everyone present to cover their heads and scream like the poor people. But in everyone's heart, it has already turned over the river.
As I said before, the individuals in each plane can't be too far apart, so a 'earthling' Bruce Wayne is now making a 'Kryptonian' trick in front of you, and this kind of development is not quickly accepted by anyone.
What kind of black technology, or is it a trick?
"Hehe....." At this moment, the person on the stage let out a few dry laughs: "I think, everyone may have misunderstood, I said that I would force everyone to stay, not because of how strong I am, but ...... There are many of you who are on my side. β
As he spoke, Bruce Wayne, who had just melted another version of himself, had come to his side and stood quietly behind him, and the meaning was obvious, 'I'm the one on his side.' β
And, during this time, the person did not use the 'walking' movement, but kept floating, that is, the person could also fly......
Well...... A Bruce Wayne version of Superman, no matter where he got this power, but ...... As long as he is there, then he does have the capital to leave everyone here.
But...... Having capital is only one aspect, and whether or not capital can be turned into reality is another matter. After all, no one knows how many bizarre versions there are among the hundreds or so of Batmans.
For example, at the back of the crowd, Wayne, who didn't talk much from beginning to end and had no sense of existence, saw the moment the eyes of the person on the stage shot a hot gaze, instead of showing how panicked, on the contrary, he showed an imperceptible smile.
Then, he patted the person in front of him: "I'm sorry, please let go." β
Everyone didn't know what he was going to do, but they all got out of the way and let the man go to the front of the crowd.
"Very good ability." He walked under the stage and said with a smile: "I don't know how you did it, but from now on, you undoubtedly have the power of a 'Kryptonian'. β
Superman Batman didn't speak, just nodded quietly.
"So...... Did you find other Kryptonian technologies besides Superman? Or are you like me, trying to use cloning technology to transform your body into a 'superhuman-like' physique? β
The man spoke, looking at each other in his eyes, as if he were looking at a precious treasure, and he had already taken a step onto the stage.
At this moment, Superman Wayne still didn't speak, but it was obvious that the corners of his brows were furrowed.
"How..... ......He seemed to want to say something, but his body staggered, and if he didn't hold on to the instrument next to him, he might have collapsed to the ground.
"Hehe, it seems that while you have inherited the power of the Kryptonians, you have also inherited their weaknesses." The one who came up said with a smile, and walked towards Superman Wayne step by step, as the distance approached, Superman Wayne had already knelt on the ground in pain.
"Krypton...... Kryptonite ......," he said in pain.
"That's right..... Kryptonite ......" Wayne smiled, "Or, a physique close to Kryptonite." β
That's right, it's not just kryptonite, this Bruce Wayne has turned his entire body into a movable kryptonite, and every muscle of him, every drop of blood, and even the breath he exhales, has a strong kryptonite function.
In his plane, Superman appeared before he was born...... At the age of 8, Superman was already a household name superhero.
However...... As with the other planes, the shooting in 'Crime Alley' still happened.
Seconds before that shot exploded in the chests of Bruce Wayne's father and mother, young Bruce still imagined that a hero in a blue uniform and red cloak would fall from the sky and throw the criminal in front of him into the sky.
But...... knew that the blood of his parents had flowed to his feet, and the figure did not appear.
After that, Bruce Wayne's whole life changed, although he still wore a black cloak, and practiced various skills to punish crimes at night, but his image is not a bat, his black cloak just wants to show his hostile stance with Superman, and his own punishment of criminals is just to tell Superman that there are so many people who need your help, but ..... But you can only throw them to someone else.
Of course, these are only part of his obsession, and his most pressing obsession is..... Kill Superman.
Therefore, this Bruce Wayne put all his possessions, technology, and all his karma into killing Superman, he made countless props to restrain Superman, hoarded all the kryptonite in the world, and even, he went crazy and transformed his body into what it is now.
"You know, there's a little conflict between me and Superman...... I hate him, oh, to be more precise, I'm all the people who can fly, have a lot of strength, have lasers in their eyes, and have an indifferent attitude of 'invulnerable' in the face of any danger. β
With that, he walked up to Superman Wayne, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the other's shoulder.
His hand had just touched the other.
"Hissββββ"
There was a screeching sound of a piece of meat on a red-hot iron plate. "Uhhhββββh
"In my plane, I've already killed Superman, but you also know that there is some hatred that can't be resolved by killing it once...... Hey, thank you for giving me a second chance. β
As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and poked it into Superman Wayne's head.
In his plane, that's how he is, digging his fingers into Superman's head and watching him die in agony...... It's like Dan Nian, the bullet that drilled into his father's head.
It's almost the same way to die, and this kind of revenge is fair.
He smiled...... No one in the audience went up to stop it, after all, if someone can really kill 'Superman', then it seems to be a good thing for them.
However...... That's when ......
"I'm sorry...... I can't let you kill him. β
A voice rang out.
No one could hear where the voice came from, but with the appearance of this sentence,
That krypton-petrified blues was instantaneous
Gone.