What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 126 Brainiac's Conspiracy
"Think about it, Lex."

Luther knew that Brainiac was about to say something sobering again, but he knew very well that he would not change his decision because of Brainiac's words—

So... it doesn't hurt to listen.

Well, that's not really the main reason, the main reason is that Brainiac's bullshit doesn't come for free.

Just now Lex Luthor has thoroughly figured out how his set of long-distance transmission and communication means is achieved, a more convenient, faster, safer, and pure information exchange technology.

And that means...

It means that Lex can actually continue to steal his data in front of the opponent.

If he was like a burglar before, if he was caught by Brainiac, he would be beaten up.

Now Brainiac took the initiative to open the window, wanting to talk to him, and Luthor kept fishing for things in Brainiac's house with a fishing rod.

Of course Brainiac could stop, he just had to close the window, but that also meant he couldn't talk to Luthor.

so?So now it seems that he can only be patient and let Luther download it there.

"If Superman is going to go into politics, he can run politics for years, from the federal to the state, and he can do it to perfection. I mean, the voters are going to be crazy about him."

"Uh-huh."

Luther turned a deaf ear and concentrated on downloading the data.

"Think about it, this alien has unlimited energy, is extremely intelligent, has superior intelligence, is charismatic, and has been in good health for decades."

"He can fly across 10 states in 52 minutes to get votes for him, and he'll drop from the sky in a big red cape and have every drooling middle-aged woman stroking his pectoralis major , the small blue or red flags of supporters gather into an ocean. Every state is his vote bank, and a lot of plutocrats are willing to spend a lot of money for such a rising star."

Brainiac told a joke, but Luthor couldn't laugh at all.He continued to download the data in silence.

"Do you really think you can rely on those ridiculous political means to fight against a flesh-and-blood god who is determined to go all out?"

"You think he needs to break the rules? No, he doesn't need to. Even if he operates within the framework of the constitution, he can do whatever he wants."

"There is nothing he can't do that he wants to do. Build bridges, reduce medical insurance, everyone will support him, even if you object, it's useless. He approves himself and then flies over on the spot. He will do it for you. Once it’s done, there’s no need to argue with others.”

"More importantly, you know that he is not an alien primitive, right? Those Kryptonian technologies can drive the entire human society crazy. Is there anything else he can't do?"

Seeing that Luther did not answer, Brainiac continued:
"Oh, of course, if he doesn't want to do anything, you can't do anything. You think I don't know about your human experiments? The Almighty God has clairvoyant eyes. He just needs to fly to your door, and then One glance and you know immediately what you're doing down there, and then the police come to your door."

"Come to think of it, with strong men like that working together, the economy is going to be great, great, good croak. And then, what happens?"

"Okay, or we take a step back. If Superman is high-spirited, he will go back to do some farming work after two terms, but you know, one day,"

Brainiac said: "For example, if Brainiac or other alien monsters invade, the building will fall, the world will be in turmoil, the economy will be depressed, and people will miss Superman again, hoping that Superman will continue to be president."

"Then what would he say? Maybe 'I can't be arrogant enough to feel like I can influence the course of history.' But all sorts of things will always force him to do it all at the end, don't they? Like now?"

"To Superman, a city with a radius of tens of kilometers is no different from a room of 10 square meters in his eyes."

"He can appear in any corner of the city anytime, anywhere, even the whole earth, in his eyes, is just a living room that can be reached by a few steps across. He destroys those illegal criminals like using his feet in the living room. Like trampling ants to death, no matter how difficult an opponent is, to him, he is just using an electric mosquito swatter to catch flies."

"In the beginning, he will act like he is now. He will fight for righteousness by himself or set up a non-governmental organization that specializes in cheerleading and odd jobs for him. He will call it whatever he wants, for example, Avengers or something, and exert some influence."

"But soon he's going to start directly stopping events and changing law and order because he can do that! What cops are needed? Firemen are needed? Meteorites falling, solar storms, there's no danger of harming humans anymore, because Superman can solve everything!"

"As Superman has repeatedly retired and returned, believe me, people on earth will soon gradually realize a problem: as long as there is a Superman who acts chivalrously or simply takes power, it must be peace in the world, people's livelihood is prosperous, and society is stable."

"But if other people come to power, it is very likely that everything will be screwed up. People will eventually be shocked to find that the one who can best ensure the well-being of the people is to ask an alien to be the boss!"

"So now the question is: What is the difference between what Superman does and what I do? Since the purpose of Superman's existence is to ensure the well-being of the people, why do you think I can't do it?"

Seeing that Luther had stopped talking, Brainiac felt that it was almost the same. He actively disconnected the call, and then checked for a while how much information Luther had copied.

There was a smile on the green alien's lips.

"Download, keep downloading, the more you download, the better."

Countless huge data streams passed before his eyes, and the light in Brainiac's eyes flickered:
"There is a price to be paid for stealing Brainiac's knowledge..."

Of course, he didn't expect to rely on such a few words to make Luthor turn against him and disarm him, and really fight Superman.But he just wanted to deepen the already existing seed of doubt, subtly amplify some of Luthor's thoughts, and finally cover up his actions...

That incomplete version of Doomsday was his gift, and all the prey thought they could eat the sugar coating and throw the shells back, they always thought they were smart enough to play the hunter like a monkey...

But Brainiac always brought them the deepest despair.

That crippled Doomsday was an opportunity, an opportunity for unity.But you know, after unity, often there is division.

Brainiac shook his head, and the stream of data continued to spin in its eyes.Blocking the opening of phantom tunnels in a particular area is not an easy task, though.Fortunately, Brainiac has enough energy. If you can't find a precise point, you can block it in a large area.

When it comes to playing with the cutting-edge science of space jumping, people on earth are not worthy of lifting his shoes.

He guessed that Batman would not give up a top combat power like Lex Luthor.If his guess is correct, Lex Luthor, who just hung up his phone at this time, should have received Batman's request for an assist punch.

He also guessed how much shock and fear the cutting-edge combat power of the incomplete Doomsday would cause him.No one can refuse such cutting-edge power, everyone will start to study Doomsday...

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Mr. Smith has just moved to the Metropolis from Midtown.

People who have never lived in Midtown can't imagine how difficult this city is!

Just two steps out of the house, you will be robbed. The robber is super polite. When you meet him, he will shoot you on the ground next to your feet, then bow to you, take off your hat, and ask you to put all your belongings on the ground. Go inside, if you don't pay him, he will shoot you in the leg, and then continue to politely ask you to give him the money.

By the time you give him the money, the cops are long overdue, and he'll be flying away in his high-tech jet-flying shoes!Mr. Smith couldn't believe that the technology of the criminals in this city was better than that of the police!

So now he plans to move to the metropolis. He heard that there is a superhero called Superman who can fight criminals during the day. At least there will be no outrageous things like being robbed in broad daylight.

A wonderful life awaits me!Metropolis, the law and order in such a metropolis must be very good, there are superheroes like Superman flying in the sky, it must be much more powerful than those incompetent policemen in Midtown.

After all, what could be worse than walking down the road with robbers robbing you in broad daylight?
He has come to a small town around the metropolis now, and the car just ran out of gas, so he should go to fill up...

Huh?
He found that the small town was in a mess, but what was strange was that countless people were still living and working as if they hadn't noticed anything.

The person who seemed to be selling newspapers had even smashed the newsstand into a discus, and he was still selling newspapers there, like an NPC with a bug in some kind of game.

He stopped on the side of the road and rolled down the window to talk to the newspaper man, but the man just asked him repeatedly: "Are you charging the data card?"

This eerie sight made Mr. Smith shudder. He turned the car around and wanted to leave, but just after taking two steps, he heard a loud bang, and a huge, terrifying monster covered in bone spurs fell like a comet. in front of him.

!!!

Before he could react, another purple monster rushed over, and the two monsters fought passionately, and were swept into the surrounding shops like a top, and the building collapsed on the spot, scattered on the ground like Lego toys.

While the newspaper seller was still asking him if he wanted to buy a data card, a steel bar fell directly from the sky, stuck in his head, and rushed out from between his legs.

"You...you..." Mr. Smith pointed at him speechless.

"Ah, you said this, don't mind, work still has to work." The newspaper seller pulled the steel bar off his head: "This is already a daily life in the metropolis. Do you want to buy a data card? "

boom!
Before Mr. Smith could reply, a boulder fell from the sky.

"It's over!"

Smith fell to the ground with a thud, and closed his eyes. He regretted how he lost his mind and wanted to settle in such a scary place like the metropolis. It's just that there are such terrifying monsters in the small towns around the metropolis. Damn, wait until the city center, wouldn't even dinosaurs come out?

But he was not stoned to death.He looked up and saw the Batman, the guardian of Gotham he had seen on the news, wearing a blue cape, holding a boulder in front of him.

"Oh, my goodness, I met the Jesus of the ancestors..."

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here quickly, why did you drive to the combat area, is the army's blockade..."

When Chen Tao said this, he got stuck, because he suddenly realized that he himself had smashed the army system, and the soldiers who maintained order came to deal with him. If there are fools with bad brains, just ignore Without those warnings, it is indeed possible to enter the battlefield by mistake.

"Let's go quickly." He said to the other party angrily.

It was so terrible that Mr. Smith jumped into his car and put his foot on the gas pedal.He was crying and yelling, tears streaming down his face.

"Metropolis is scary, I'm going to live in Gotham!"

Although Chen Tao's hearing ability has already heard what he said, he has no energy to care about the other party.He turned to look at the two big monsters fighting.

For a long time, Chen Tao has been secretly worried about a question: If Superman died at the hands of Doomsday or other monsters like in the stories he has read countless times, what should he do?
But such vague worries seem to no longer appear in his world.

He looked at Doomsday when he had a big fight with the parasitic demon. The other party seemed to be losing ground, even the parasitic demon who was full could not beat him.

"Roar!"

The monster with bony spurs roared in pain, and was hugged and sucked violently by the parasitic demon. Its muscles swelled up and down, and the muscles shining purple in circles made him look like the tire man of Mickey tires, exaggerated and dangerous .

Chen Tao canceled the transformation of the speed bullet and landed on the ground. It took him less than a minute to fly over, which means that he still has at least 1 minutes to fight.

The mud-faced man came out of the ground beside him, bubbling and bubbling: "Robin reported to Batman that he sucked up that female adjutant..."

After listening to the general situation, Chen Tao nodded, then fell into deep thought.

Doomsday was weaker than he thought.why is that?
He smelled some conspiracy for no reason.

But in any case, solving Doomsday is the top priority now.

He pressed the headset: "Luther, it's time to do it."

(Due to review reasons, some of Brainiac's words were deleted, and I made the rest smooth! Then I added some descriptions, making up 4000 words)
(End of this chapter)