In the Batfighters, the roar of the engines was so loud that Hal had to shout at the top of his voice, "Even if you know how to fly a plane, why do you want to bring them with you?!" ”

Hal turned his head and looked behind him through the back of the seat, where there were two child seats behind the cockpit, one for Dick and one for Aisha.

"It's too dangerous for a kid to fly on a fighter jet!" Hal shouted.

"Don't you think it's dangerous to keep them in Gotham?"

Alfred tugged the joystick, and the fighter picked up speed again, but Dick and Aisha, who were sitting in the back seats, didn't feel anything.

Dick, who has the energy of the green light, and Aisha, who is not an ordinary person herself, are not afraid of this level of turbulence, and they even sit on the seat and probe their brains, looking at the operation panel in front of them with some curiosity.

Not only them, but soon Hal noticed the unusual panel, unlike any fighter he had ever seen, but Alfred was very nimble and skillful in maneuvering the Batfighter.

Despite the different control panels, Hal could still tell that this was not the first time Alfred had flown an airplane.

As he said before, flying an airplane and driving a car are completely different things, professional pilots need to undergo professional training, although there is no shortage of talented people, flying an airplane is as simple as driving, but novices and veterans can tell at a glance.

Gotham is not far from the metropolis, they are the two closest megacities apart, so soon, through the cockpit of the Batfighter, you can see the faint shadow of the city's buildings.

"There are no towers! How are we going to land?! Hal asked aloud.

Alfred didn't answer him, just turned his head, then looked down, and his eyes fell on the parachute bag under the seat, Hal followed his gaze, and also looked at the parachute bag, and said:

"You don't want me to skydive????

"You're violating the pilot's safety code!" Hal argued, and he craned his neck and said, "I've been a test pilot and worked in ground logistics, I've never seen you ...... like this."

As soon as he said this, the muzzle of the black hole hole of the double-barreled shotgun was pointed at his head, Hal swallowed his saliva, and the words changed: "Of course, there are emergency precautions in the pilot's safety rules, and we should adapt to them......"

Alfred withdrew his shotgun, and Hal breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the vast manor that was close by, he sighed again, and silently began to prepare for the skydive.

Looking out from the cockpit of the Bat fighter, it was still snowing, but among the snowflakes, the spire of the mayor's manor could be faintly seen, and at this time, the atmosphere in the manor was not calm, and it could even be said to be tense.

As we all know, the painting style of Marvel and DC Comics is different, not only in terms of art, but also in the storyline and character building, etc., similarly, different personalities living in two worlds will also have different changes because of this difference.

The most intuitive example is that D.C. Schiller doesn't really like to work, not that he doesn't like the job of a college professor, but that in some cases, he wants to put in the least amount of work, see the most fun, and pay more attention to mental relaxation.

But Marvel Schiller is sometimes hands-on, and is willing to help superheroes, spend time investigating their situation, give them psychotherapy, or talk about economics with the director of some important institution, the leader of a certain mage shrine, and an alien prince, and he is more focused on material gains than mental relaxation.

Things get a little interesting when the two roles are reversed, because just about half an hour ago, Schiller walked out of the guest room door and headed straight for the bottom of the manor.

His thinking was very simple, since he already knew that there were things under the manor, and there might even be some things left over from the predecessor of this world, couldn't he just go and get them? Who's playing spy games with you?

Moreover, Schiller's way of going underground is also very simple, he directly uses flashes to the surface level, and then begins to look for the entrance.

The reason why he didn't use the flash to go directly to the underground was because he was worried that something unexpected might happen, but the gray fog and flash were the sharp weapons for scanning the map, and within a few minutes, he had already found the entrance to the underground of the manor.

It was the entrance to a cellar next to the storeroom, some distance from the banquet hall, and it had to cross the courtyard, which was beyond the range of a flash of Schiller, so he planned to drift directly into the gray mist.

It stands to reason that on such a snowy day with very low visibility, a cloud of gray fog shuttling through the middle of the courtyard should not be very obvious, and even if those agents find an anomaly, they can't do anything, who can stop a cloud of fog?

So, Schiller used his flash to go to the ground floor, and after finding the entrance, he directly transformed into a gray mist and began to float in the direction of the cellar entrance, but it was very coincidental that the trio of Bruce, Lex, and Clark were also nearby.

After agreeing to Benjamin's deal, it was not surprising that Lex and Bruce had no intention of going as planned.

They still have their own set of plans.

Although the division of labor is that Benjamin takes the agents to appease the guests in the manor, and then the trio is responsible for finding the spy, the real plan developed by Lex and Bruce is to go underground to investigate the treasure under the manor while Benjamin goes to appease the guests.

Clark strongly condemned this uncontracted behavior, but feared that they would threaten ordinary people with dangerous things under the manor, so Clark had no choice but to follow.

Because they moved earlier, they took a little longer to find the entrance, but they still found the entrance one step ahead of Schiller.

Schiller, who had turned into a gray mist, was drifting near the warehouse, and when he found the three men there, he turned around and left, but it was too late.

Of the three, Rix was extremely vigilant and had very good eyesight, and he immediately noticed a strange fog floating in the direction of the warehouse.

And Bruce recognized it immediately, it was his good professor, because he had seen Schiller's form in the Battle of Living Hell, and he immediately turned to Clark and said, "Stop him!" ”

“…… Stop whom? Clark asked, confused.

"That mist, stop him, quick!"

Seeing Bruce's serious face, Clark didn't think much about it, he instantly rushed to the gray mist, and then opened his arms and said, "Stop!" ”

The fog really stopped.

Clark also found that the fog even silently took a step back, he was a little puzzled, he actually didn't do anything, just rushed over, and then opened his arms, and didn't use any superpowers, why did he stop?

Bruce walked over with his arms crossed, looked at the fog, and said, "Professor, come out and talk." ”

I saw that the fog first drew an arrow, then pointed at Clark, then turned the arrow at an angle, and then pulled it vigorously in that direction.

Neither Clark nor Lex knew what was going on, but Bruce understood what Schiller meant, and he turned to Clark and said, "You stand back a little." ”

Clark was a little confused, but he did so, took two steps back, and then he saw that the gray mist slowly condensed into a human form, which was none other than Schiller.

"Oh, Professor Schiller, it's you."

Clark was a little surprised, but he wasn't surprised by Schiller's ability, because Schiller had already shown him superpowers before, and he was just a little surprised that Schiller would be here at this time.

As he spoke, Clark stepped forward and tried to stand next to Schiller, who pointed at Clark with the umbrella he was carrying.

Clark paused, a little puzzled, and Schiller turned to look at him and said:

"Don't come here."

He looked at Clark like an ordinary person looking at a nuclear bomb with long legs running around the street.

And the only difference is that if an ordinary person sees a nuclear bomb running around the street with long legs, it must be that he is hallucinating, but this is not the case with Clark, his is indeed a nuclear bomb with long legs that can run all over the street, not only with legs, but also with wings, not only can fly, but also fly very fast, catch whoever blows up, bombs whoever lies down.

"I ......" Clark took another half step, wanting to step forward, but Schiller silently took half a step back, always keeping a certain distance from him.

At this time, Bruce's eyes were confused, and Schiller seemed to be afraid of Clark, why is this?

Suddenly, he remembered the part of the dream he had seen before, and some of the details he had seen, such as the shattered state of the invisible walls as the shockwave swung away, and the shattered floors after the floor collapsed beneath his feet.

Although after that, he was kicked out of the dream, it was enough for him to deduce what happened after that.

After deducing that Schiller's Tower of Babel might have been exploded by Clark's mind, destroying many floors, Bruce suddenly felt that he was in a better mood.

"It seems that you have also found that entrance and are planning to go down, so in that case, I will not bother."

With that, Schiller turned around and was about to leave, only to be stopped by Bruce again.

"Do you know what's down there?" Bruce asked.

Schiller shook his head, and Bruce frowned and said, "No, you should know, otherwise, how can that dream be explained?" ”

"Can't I make it up?"

Seeing that Bruce still kept staring at him, Schiller sighed and said, "Well, I know some clues, but I didn't know it by being there, but inferred it through some other factors." ”

"What factors?"

Schiller looked at Clark, who was a little confused, but Schiller still said, "Clark, remember when you discussed it with me before, you mentioned that you felt weak when you came to the vicinity of the manor?" ”

Clark nodded blankly, seeing Bruce's questioning gaze, Schiller continued: "As far as I know, there is indeed a mineral that can make some people with very strong superpowers feel weak, and it is called kryptonite. ”

Bruce's face changed slightly, he didn't know whether Schiller's "some people with very strong superpowers" was referring specifically to Clark, or to all people like Clark and Schiller, who had special superpowers, if the latter, then this mineral must not be in the hands of others, it must belong to him.

Apparently, Lex thought so too.

Their alliance broke down almost instantly.

Originally, if this mineral was for Superman, then they could indeed have one piece per person, but if this mineral could weaken all superpowers equally, then it would be dangerous for anyone else to get this mineral.

But in fact, this logic does make more sense, because it is unlikely that there is a certain mineral in this world that is specifically aimed at a certain person.

Moreover, the laboratory under the mayor's manor was built by the mayors of several previous years, and at that time, Clark may have just been born, and there was no reason for that mayor to develop a mineral specifically for a newborn baby whom he had never met.

In the absence of sufficient factual evidence, no matter how smart Lex and Bruce are, it is impossible to make up a series of complex alien background stories about Kryptonians and Kryptonite, and according to the existing clues, it is indeed more likely that the stone is aimed at all people with superpowers.

And what makes the conflict between Bruce and Ricks even more aggravated is that they now have opponents that they urgently need to deal with, Clark in Lex's opinion, and Schiller in Bruce's opinion.

They both wanted to find something that could restrain each other's superpowers, and right now, that thing was at their feet.