Early morning in Kansas.

"Ahh Jonathan, who closed the car door, let out a sneeze.

Bian Mu, who jumped from the back seat, hesitated and pretended to sneeze as well.

"What the hell are Clark and Louise talking about? I still want to wait for my lovely grandson in my lifetime. Martha asked Jonathan, who had just returned from a visit to Clark in the Daily Planet.

"Well, children have their own freedom...... Jonathan tried to explain.

"Then don't speak! Fortify the fence over there! It's the ones that Clark slashed! Eighteen months have passed, and they have corroded badly. Martha handed Jonathan the tool.

Then Martha enthusiastically returned to the house and handed the persimmon hamster she thought was watching TV, and handed the persimmon she had made herself.

She tried the qualified taste after two years of debugging, and she is sure that the other party will be satisfied.

"Oh, thank you! That's why I come to visit you every time the playground is closed. "The big-breasted hamster who only eats persimmons puts his arms around Martha's waist and indulges in coquettishness.

"Alright, saliva is pouring down my apron." Put the 'big' kid back on the couch, cover her with a blanket that didn't really work, and Martha went to cook.

Martha, who used to feel sorry for herself for a long journey to deliver a hot drink, made Jonathan look at the tool and fall into deep thought.

What should I do, offend the family of cooking......

And the Met.

At this moment, Clark is a little sad, and the negative news about Superman is endless, just because he died a week ago when he went to save Louise in danger.

The list of deaths exposed by the media and the people he killed......

"The number doesn't match, the people don't match, so you're framed? It's all my fault, Clark. Louise hugged Clark in a daze.

"No, that's you, it's a journalist's professional ethic to pursue the truth and give it to the public." Clark comforts her, telling her that it wasn't her fault.

Then the two started the usual three kisses a day, but this time the kiss lasted a little longer, about two hours.

Two hours later, the two were anguillimately heard on the TV.

It was a live broadcast of the public trial, in which the congresswoman named Fincher condescendingly looked at the black women who had survived the disaster a week earlier.

Her face was full of compassion, which was the mask that allowed her to become a councilor, but deep down her eyes, there was only a desire for more benefits, disdain for those in front of her, and a desire to use the topic to ascend higher and gain more power.

She didn't dare to expose these three things to the public.

"Superman broke into our village, and when he flew, the sound in the air exploded, and everyone had heard that sound in the recording.

I was scared, I huddled in a safe corner, and when I saw the army stationed here, and when I was really safe, I realized that there were not many people left alive in the whole village, including me......"

At the center of the story, the black woman was crying.

Outside the TV, a sweaty Louise hugged Clark and comforted the child: "We all know how dirty those congressmen are, and you didn't do that." ”

Clarke felt a little at ease, and then he picked up an investigative report from the cabinet next to him.

"Who is this?" Clark asked curiously.

He saw in the newspapers, some of the big lights illuminating the sky, with bats marked on them, and in addition, bat scars on the shoulders of captured prisoners.

The newspaper headline was "Bat Brand is the Code of Justice"!

This method made Clarke, who did not know the truth, feel that it was an atrocity.

"This is the mysterious character of Gotham City next door, or superhero, his name is Batman, who haunts the night." Louise explained.

Gotham City, the second place on the list of the top 10 cities in the United States that are not good at nuclear threat.

Night, Wayne Villa.

Bruce looked at the videos of Superman, and the mixed emotions in his heart were entangled.

On the one hand, the battle between Superman and Zod involves countless people, and those people have a miserable end.

On the other hand, it's Superman's low howl of pain, his clothes are ragged, and his body is full of healing and new wounds.

Superman is crushed under a reinforced concrete wall by Zod.

Zod says that he is pointing to Zod's world, and behind Superman is Superman's world.

However, at that moment, what Bruce and the other survivors saw was Superman's back, which had been burned by the heat sight.

"You don't have to worry so much, the last time I saw you like this was twenty-four years ago, when you were twenty years old, Lord Wayne."

As the butler of Bruce's father, mentor and friend, Alfred puts him at ease.

From Master Wayne to Master Wayne, Alfred has accompanied Bruce through almost all the years of his life.

"By the way, let's take a look at this." Alfred taps on his keyboard to open a copy of the offender's profile.

"He is a Russian, and many of the recent crimes in Gotham have his shadow, and I found out through my investigation that the port of Gotham should be his base.

Lord Wayne, the harbor seems to be your asset......" Alfred cautioned him.

"I'll go check it out, and if I can, I'll burn the bat in his face!" Bruce's fist clenched.

The death of his parents in a dark alley as a child made him jealous and hateful, and he was full of hatred for all crimes.

"I'll check the wear and tear of your old equipment and prepare new ones." Alfred walked out with a coffee pot.

The Metropolitan Military Stronghold, where the Krypton exploration ship crashed.

Lex Luthor, who corrupted the Met's high-ranking officials through his handle and money, is waiting for Zod's body to be delivered.

He was holding a box of sugar, which was not expensive in his eyes, only seven thousand six hundred dollars, and one was about two hundred dollars.

He prepares to peel the sugar when the sound of footsteps reaches his ears, thinking that the guy he had treated as a stupid pig has returned, a Metropolitan authority who can only act as his pawn.

However, when he looked up, he saw a young man who seemed to be beyond the limits of human beings in appearance, and the other party was also holding a jar.

There was nothing else in the jar, just marbles, probably thousands.

Luthor felt his mind stiffen, any calculations were failing, and he lost all superfluous thoughts.

"Lex Luthor, can you tell me which marbles you like here?"

The young man gently handed the jar out.

The spectrum refracted by the beautiful marbles in the jar fascinated Luther, who was already a scientist.

Normal marbles don't reflect such light, and he sees something that seems to be different from the earth's material.

Rutherch said, "Is this a substance from Krypton?" Can you give it all to me? ”

He thought that the person in front of him should be one of the staff members here, and these marbles were gadgets made by the other party extracted from Krypton technology.

"That's right, it's really something from Krypton, since you want it, I'll give it all to you." Shirley handed the jar to Luther, then turned away.

Luthor looked at the marbles in the jar, full of excitement.

Kryptonite alone has opened his eyes to a lot of possibilities, so what do these marbles mean?

He didn't know when he stared at the marbles at the jar......

In the marbles, one world after another, a pair of terrifying eyes are also staring at him tightly!