"It's exciting!" Yisi controlled Sana Tan Li's body to come out of the shadows and applaud the performance of the black celestial body.

Of course, what happened just now did happen, and there is no deviation from reality.

"I never imagined that I would need to use such an old-fashioned method one day." The black object was quite dissatisfied with its own operation.

"That's enough, then, it's your turn, Sana Tanli." Yisi said as she pulled away from her consciousness.

Sana Tan Li, who had regained control of her body, immediately clamped her legs, and the feeling of being controlled by Yisi made her feel inexplicably excited.

She blushed and held her face: "Yes, master!" ”

Metropolis, Library.

Lex Luthor held the jar of glass marbles and waited for Councilor Finch to arrive.

For some reason, he couldn't get enough of the contents of the jar, and for some reason he didn't want to open it.

An Asian woman under Luther's hand welcomed the congresswoman named Finch in and closed the door.

"To cut a long story short, Lex Luthor, I don't like your theory that Superman is a threat to the world!

You've called me seven times! Those radioactive green ores, never want to come to Metropolis or Gotham!

I've heard enough of the language arts you use on the phone!

What you want to build is just a weapon to assassinate hope, not to defend yourself, the sword that God has given to humanity to be free! ”

Councillor Finch said this, and left without looking back, and Lex Luthor used at least seven phone calls to her.

With a frozen smile, Luther watched the door creak, and he tried to pick up the jar in his hand and drop it, but put it down again.

Then he picked up the bottle of wine on the table, which was specially used to entertain Congressman Finch, worth $120,000, and smashed it against the wall.

Scarlet liquor splashed from the oil painting hanging on the wall.

In the painting, the angel flies down on the light and inflicts the sword of punishment on the devil!

The liquor was the color of blood on the sword!

Gotham, Wayne Villas by the Lake.

Bruce Wayne rubbed his head and put the medicine in his mouth.

His head hurt so much that he had nightmares again, and there was no such thing as the flying guy at first.

This time there was only the black sun, just from the sun, an angel with a sword in his hand flew down.

Bruce saw the angel swing his sword, smashing the earth and buildings, and life was fragile in front of it.

Superman struck at him and was beheaded by a sword, and his body slowly fell from the sky, because the biological force field was slowly disappearing.

Then, the world and Bruce didn't have a back that could hurt to stop everything for them.

Then Bruce woke up in the flood of sword light!

"Lord Wayne, you're running out of the collection in our cellar." With a wine bottle in hand, Alfred knocked on Bruce's door.

Bruce knew that his old butler would never use this excuse to wake him up that there was something else.

The Wayne family, who own the whole of Gotham and half of the metropolitan, are rich, and even then the wine that can make Alfred feel distressed is obviously different in value.

At least two streets of Lex Luther first.

What's even sadder is that one is for hospitality, and the other is for casual solitude.

Getting dressed and coming to the living room, Bruce felt much better looking at the mist on the lake and the fresh dark forest scene in the distance.

"I overheard the phone calls between Lex Luthor and Congressman Finch.

They were discussing a mineral called Kryptonite, which could inflict lethal damage on Kryptonians.

That congresswoman turned down Lex Luthor many times! ”

Alfred reports on the information he has obtained.

"Finch, I know her, she is indeed a hypocritical woman.

But she knows very well what she should do in the face of right and wrong.

She wouldn't let that bastard Lex Luthor transport the kryptonite mines to Gotham or Metropolis.

Lex Luthor does things by any means, he will do things in other ways, I need to pinch him to death! ”

All the while, as Batman, Bruce found that many of the crimes he encountered were related to Luther Industries.

This made Bruce, who was already jealous and hateful, feel more and more disgusted with this miscellaneous crumb, who was also an orphan.

In addition, every time Alexander Luthor finishes his dirty business, he contacts the man behind the scenes called the White Portuguese through another satellite network.

I think that's Lex Luther, but unfortunately we don't have enough proof.

It's a charity gala at Met, and the initiator is the guy with the back door wide open, how about it?

Batman can't get close to Lex Luthor, but Lord Wayne gets an invitation! ”

Alfred pulled out an invitation.

Bruce threw his hand into the trash: "Since he invited me, I'll just go, no one doesn't know my face." ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Everybody...... Money grubber! Alfred grabbed the trash can and walked away.

Bruce was keen on the joke, shrugging his shoulders: "Very good criticism! ”

At night, the Metropolitan Library.

Clark was huddled in a crowd of reporters, and was in the mood to hum a tune.

He is really happy to help others.

"Who's that?" Humming a tune, Clark tilted his head to look at Bruce Wayne, who was greeted by a large crowd.

Others had to show their invitations when they entered, but as soon as Bruce arrived, the welcoming man almost carried him inside.

In contrast, Clark was double-checked when he arrived.

A colleague who was also a reporter next to him told him: "You don't know Bruce Wayne, the owner of your daily planet? ”

"I always thought my boss was Perry." Clark Road.

"That's your editor-in-chief, although he does have a capitalist demeanor......"

With all the powerful people in Gotham and the Met, Clark and the reporters were able to follow up with their cameras in the back.

As soon as the charity gala begins, Lex Luthor, as the founder of the library, begins to fart on stage.

Bruce contacts Alfred and begins to search for secret information about Luther Industries.

At Alfred's command, he installed a special precision instrument downstairs for data theft, but was discovered by Luther's Asian subordinate.

"Sorry, I thought it was the bathroom." Bruce said in unison.

The secret location of the sinful Luther Industries was much dirtier than the toilet in his eyes.

"The restroom is up there, Mr. Wayne!" Asian women reminded Bruce.

As Bruce walked out, the Asian Asian immediately contacted Lex Luthor via microphone.

Lex Luthor, who was giving a speech, was distracted when he heard this, and suddenly stopped farting in front of the audience.

After a few words of grace and dignity, he stepped down to a round of applause.

Bruce, who came to the banquet hall, even heard Alfred's last complaint.

"Lord Wayne, I can come and go through the back door of Lex Luthor, and you can at least find a lady of the Wayne family to come back at the banquet?"

Alfred would love to hug Bruce's child, which in his eyes meant his grandson-like role.

Bruce didn't answer the question, but he did see a pretty lady, and the slim red dress made her figure and face complement each other, and there was a kind of beauty in the spirit that wanted to vomit outside.

As Bruce's eyes straightened, Clark walked up to him.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet."

"Okay, okay!" Bruce didn't listen to him at all, his eyes fixed on the bare back.

Clark followed his gaze and saw the figure.

He didn't use his super vision out of politeness, but he felt a little strange, always feeling that the woman was not the same species as the others next to her.

Bruce came back to his senses: "The last time I reported on my lustful news was fourteen years ago, I hope you don't post similar articles."

By the way, you said you were a reporter for the Daily Planet? The one in my name? ”

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Wayne, that you are above the law for ignoring the law.

What does Batman, the Gotham vigilante who has caused countless good citizens to panic, think? Clark came up and went straight to the point.

“？！” Bruce froze.

I can bear with you saying that Gotham City is a good city with countless good citizens.

But you're scolding me?!