I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 108 My World Is Dead
At the airport, a civil airliner is preparing to take off.

Inside the cabin, the passengers are already seated, only a few are still placing their luggage.

A tall lady with a ponytail had just put her luggage away when she saw temporary news on a monitor on the seat.

"This thing appeared a few minutes ago."

"It was at the site of the Kryptonian ship incident."

"Fortunately, the city center is currently closed on a day off."

"There was almost no one there, and what you see now is that the Apache helicopters, the military fighter planes, just arrived on the scene."

Fascinated by the news, the woman sat down and stared intently at the screen.

On the screen, in front of a signboard, there was a humanoid monster.

At this time, military helicopters arrived at the scene and launched an attack on the monster with aviation cannons.

Fiery lines of fire bombarded the monster on the signboard, and the signboard was instantly smashed into pieces.

The monster jumped down and roared demonstratively towards the helicopter, but it was greeted with a more violent attack.

In addition to the aviation cannon, the helicopter fired missiles at the monster, and the monster's body was shaken by the fierce artillery fire.

It seemed that it wouldn't take long to be shot, but at this moment, the monster's chest was glowing, and it held its head in both hands, and suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a roar.

Suddenly, a circle of shocks similar to electromagnetic pulses was released.

After the impact spread out, the screen flickered, and the scene suddenly stopped and disappeared.

So cut back to the TV studio.

The host said solemnly: "Our communication with the reporter on the scene was interrupted unexpectedly. At present, we don't know what's going on at the scene."

The lady immediately stood up, took out the luggage again, and then walked to the boarding gate.

At the boarding gate, a flight attendant was preparing drinks when she saw the lady walking towards the exit.

Hastily chased it out.

"Sorry, Miss Prince, we're leaving."

However, the lady left the plane as if she hadn't heard her.

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Gotham port area.

Batman in armor sank into the stone pile little by little, being squeezed by the rocks, making him feel short of breath and tight in his chest.

But he was completely powerless to change the situation, because Superman was pressing on his shoulders, the armor on his shoulders had deformed and sunken, and some sharp corners pierced into his muscles, causing blood to bubble out.

Clark's eyes were red and his expression was distorted: "Why!"

"Why won't you listen to my explanation!"

"I wanted to tell you from the beginning, this is Lex's conspiracy!"

"He started all this, he wants us to hurt each other!"

"If you could listen to me a little bit, Louise wouldn't die."

"Martha can be saved too!"

Bruce Wayne's head buzzed.

In a trance, he seemed to become that helpless little boy again.

In that cold and damp alley, the cold and ruthless pistol spewed flames, making blood bloom before his eyes.

The screen flashed.

He saw the dew-stained tomb with white chrysanthemums in front of it.

On the tombstone, the words 'Martha Wayne' were engraved.

"What did you say?"

Bruce said with difficulty: "Why did you say this name?"

"Who is Martha?"

Clark yelled, "She's my mother!"

"She was captured by Lex, and Lex will exchange your head for her life, understand?"

"She made me your light!"

"But now it seems that she was wrong!"

"You people don't deserve to be loved at all!"

Superman's eyes turned red, and the anger inside was bubbling like volcanic lava, waiting to erupt!

Bruce's body shook: "You said, Martha is your mother?"

He gasped and said, "Clark, listen."

"I never thought it would turn out like this."

"I didn't want this to happen, but at least, at least let me help you."

"I'll find Martha, I'll find your mother."

The red light in Clark's eyes subsided slightly. At this moment, he seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the port.

Flew away with a 'whoosh' sound.

Batman gasped, then freed himself from the pile of stones.

He staggered, walked to Louise's body, and knelt down.

Looking at the blood on the girl's chest, Batman puts his head in one hand.

"No"

"God, Bruce, look what you've done!"

At this time, the voice of the old butler Alfred sounded in his ears.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Master Wayne."

"But you have to go to Metropolis to see, there is a monster there, it came out of the Kryptonian spaceship."

the other side.

In a warehouse near Gotham Harbor.

Clark's adoptive mother, a middle-aged woman, was tied to a chair with her mouth covered.

A Russian looked at the time, then picked up the flamethrower on the table and said, "It's time."

"It's time for the witch to be tortured."

Just then, he heard a bang outside.

Then there were exclamations and gunshots.

The dense gunfire almost rang out, scaring the Russians.

He gestured, and the other two men in the room immediately picked up their machine guns and came to the gate.

Martha, who was tied to a chair, turned her back to the gate. She didn't know what happened. She could only hear screams and gunshots outside.

The Russian looked at Masha on the chair and shouted, "Who is it!"

"Get out of here immediately."

"Otherwise I'll kill this woman!"

He raised the flamethrower, and a ball of flames swallowed from the muzzle.

Martha couldn't help closing her eyes and let out a vague choked sob, but at this moment, all the voices suddenly stopped.

She couldn't help opening her eyes.

On the wall of the room, there is a red trace that is gradually dimming.

The trail traversed the wall and at the same time passed the head of the Russian in front of him.

The Russian's eyeballs rolled down, and then his head gradually fell out of position, and finally the body and half of his head fell to the ground.

Martha whined in terror.

Then she saw the window glass reflecting the scene behind her.

In the dim room, the door collapsed, and a figure was vaguely outlined outside the dark door.

The eyes of that tall figure were burning with scarlet light, filled with endless hatred and anger, as if the wrath from hell was about to turn the whole world into scorched earth.

Martha was very scared, and saw the figure outside the door coming in, step by step, coming to her.

Then she saw the other party squatting down, a familiar face appeared in her eyes, and the red light burning with anger gradually dimmed on that face.

Finally, Martha saw her son's teary eyes.

Clark gently untied the rope on Martha's body, then held her hands tightly: "It's okay, Mom."

"But Louise is dead."

"My world is dead, too."

(End of this chapter)