What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 132 The first appearance of mechanical superman: the approaching crisis.

The warm sunlight shines on the blue earth and sprinkles on the white shell of the International Space Station "Excalibur".

Four astronauts are performing maintenance on the outer surface of the space station under the protection of the traction rope.

A wrench flew out of the palm of Hank Henshaw, who was wearing a spacesuit and working on a satellite, and was suspended in the weightless space environment.

His wife, Terry Henshaw, another crew member, also in a space suit, reached out to catch it.

She handed the wrench back to Hank, and the sea-blue glow of the earth reflected the beautiful face of her lover, which was the most beautiful sight Hank could see in the universe.

"What's missing? As your tortured, deeply caring wife, I'm used to your extravagant style at home. But Hank, you're setting the wrong example for everyone else."

"Yeah, Commander," Hank heard his older colleague Stephen joke, "I'm starting to wonder if you're still the one sitting in the command seat."

Hank smiled and said, "Guys, I'd love to have Teri as your conductor, but I have to warn you, I'm thinking of getting a few thorns to operate on."

"It's as if it's true, hahaha."

The astronauts joked with each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.

Another younger astronaut, Jim, said: "Terry, call the Houston headquarters for help. It seems that their guess about the hydrolysis pressure is not wrong at all. Under the vibration during the launch of the satellite, it is estimated that several screws were knocked loose. .”

"'A couple of screws were knocked loose' is a technical term," Teri said.

"Well, anyway, you can polish this explanation, Madam Chief Engineer."

Teri snorted, and she switched on the communicator on her arm: "Houston headquarters, this is Excalibur...Houston, please reply..."

Hank turned his head and looked at the sea-blue earth.

"Come on, astronauts. One last check and we're back inside."

Stephen held a debugging instrument: "This is the ninth time you have looked back at the earth, boss. You are still fascinated by it."

Hank smiled: "I was just looking forward to seeing Red Cape. You can see him, he sometimes appears above the atmosphere. He has come up twice, you know, once saved my life .”

Stephen responded, "Yeah, man. You can always count on Superman."

"That's right." Hank said: "Superman will always come to save us, he is the god of the world, our savior."

He looked at the sea-blue planet with a somewhat pious look on his face.

But the warm time was quickly broken by Hank's wife Teri's anxious tone.

"Hank, they need you to come back online and say it's important."

Hank pressed on the communicator on his arm: "I'm Hank, what's the matter?"

Then he paused.

"Oh, bad."

He turned his head and said to his other three colleagues: "A meteorite is approaching in our direction, everyone should come now and return to the ship."

Stephen and Jim immediately activated the fire-breathing backpacks on their backs. Terri wanted to squat down to restore the disassembled deck, but Hank directly pulled her away: "Don't worry about that!"

"Where did the meteorite come from?"

The youngest Jim said in a panic: "Is it the two meteorites mentioned last time? But didn't the Houston headquarters say that these two meteorites will fly around the earth and arrive in two days?"

"The solar flare broke out," Hank said with an ugly face. "This unexpected situation caused the two meteorites to change their trajectories like billiard balls being blown away."

"The headquarters said that the landing points will be Sydney and Seoul."

"But it will knock us out before that!"

All 4 people have fled back to their seats, and Hank is operating the space station spacecraft.

Stephen said:
"The satellite is still docking with us, the hatch is still open, and the angle is 12 degrees."

"I don't care." Hank said: "Start the main thruster immediately!"

The engine started to spit fire, and soon they were able to escape—

boom!
"The impact is coming."

The spaceship shook violently, and Hank looked up and saw two large holes on the outside of the space station.

"It's just some meteorite fragments!"

Jim yelled, "That meteorite—he's coming!!!"

"My God Hank, we're not going to survive this time."

Hank heard his wife say.

His eyes stayed on the other party's beautiful face for a second.

The years had left their marks on his beautiful face.

Ten years into their marriage, Hank knew he still loved her.

"Nonsense." He pulled the joystick in vain, and the spaceship was completely out of control: "Superman will come to save us, just like before."

The spaceship was shattered under countless small meteorite fragments, like chocolate dissolved in milk.

Hank heard his good friend Stephen scream hysterically: "Pod damage!"

"We are finished!" Jim wailed in despair: "The main thruster is damaged!"

"Keep calm, everyone." Hank gave up operating the console that was completely useless.

He took his wife's hand.

"Superman is definitely on his way. I'm sure."

"Hank..."

He saw the tears in the eyes of Teri, his beloved, hyun-ran wife.

He had sworn never to make anyone he loved cry.

"It's okay, Terri." He didn't find his voice trembling: "You can always trust Superman."

Stephen and Jim were screaming.

"Everything will be fine." Hank stared into Teri's eyes: "Everything will be fine!"

boom! ! !
A big hole was torn open in the spaceship, and Stephen and Jim were swept away screaming.

"Hank!"

Time seemed to slow down.

Shock waves, gravity, a lover's gaze.

and also……

destroy.

Then fade away.

"Terry! NO!!!"

Hank turned his head vigorously, and saw his Teri flipping somersaults in weightlessness, and was also swept out.

The love of his life is suspended on the surface of the ocean-blue planet, and he is swept away into the distance with his two best friends.

Hank desperately wanted to take off his seat belt, and then the front of the spaceship was reflected in his pupils, and the huge meteorite, which was bigger than the island, just pressed straight down.

Hank's eyes widened.

"Superman! I knew you'd come!"

"Superman!!!"

"Superman!!!!!!"

boom!
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Ding sound.

The elevator door was opened.

Lex Luthor came out with his hands behind his back, followed by his Asian female secretary, Bixi.

This is the base of the Lex Group located 50 meters underground... where all of Lex Luthor's experiments were conducted.

"Dr. Debney Donovan, where is my hard-earned money going?"

Inside the hall are rows of jars standing upright, tightly surrounded by iron shells.

Dr. Donovan was sitting at the operating table eating, and he wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter, Lex. It's all in front of you. Every penny, every corner."

Dr. Donovan stood up. He was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, wearing high-strength glasses, which almost magnified his eyes like copper bells.

His scraggly brown beard makes him look like a beaver, and he looks like the kind of mad scientist who generates electricity and laughs in a children's cartoon.

Well, he sure is a mad scientist.

Dr. Donovan dumped the leftovers into the trash can with a smile on his lips.

He pulled the rocker on the console next to him, and as the steel casings of the jars were opened amidst the sound of machinery, the lights inside the jars lit up, and grotesque and terrifying monsters showed hideous faces under the lights.

"I'll stay here." Mercy took a breath.She said with some wit: "I don't get along well with mad scientists."

Luther walked up to Dr. Donovan: "Still studying the big killer?"

"Oh, that's right."

Dr Donovan said.

Through the glass, he touched the sleeping monsters.

Some of them barely have a human shape, but they have green skin and pimples all over their bodies; some are simply blue mosaics, with only one huge eyeball barely sticking to the top of their heads; what's more, they are all covered with tentacles...

"I was actually thinking that if my babies escaped, they might be... confused."

Donovan kindly touched his cute monsters through the tempered glass, looking fascinated.

Luther was expressionless.

"Has there been any progress?"

Together with their hands behind their backs, they walked through failed products one by one.

"Success or failure, I hope he will be more obedient to my orders."

"As soon as possible."

Luther said: "I don't want a test product, I want an army."

"Copying DNA is very difficult," said Dr. Donovan. "It has to be said that Superman's body is such a mystery that any in-depth analysis of him has failed. We need a more stable code."

"Did our previous idea work?"

"Of course, Lex." Professor Donovan nodded, and he led Luther to a culture tank.

A tiny baby is sleeping in a nutrient solution, covered in tubes.

"Our prototype worked, although it wasn't a pure Kryptonian - so I guess he would be very weak. But still strong enough compared to humans."

Dr. Donovan pushed his glasses:

"He's got half your DNA, Lex, and they bonded well with Superman's DNA. In a way, this subject is your son with Superman, and he's thriving."

"Come on." Luther said, "Take me to see that purebred clone."

They walked up to another jar.

"I still don't know if this experimental subject is successful. Although speculation is very unscientific, I speculate that even if this experimental subject succeeds in the end, it will not be exactly like Superman."

Dr. Donovan said: "Every test of this experimental subject is beyond our expectations, and the actual performance is always contrary to the speculated data."

"Sometimes I think that this little guy is so contradictory, maybe he will grow up to be the exact opposite of Superman? Superman has heat vision, he has freeze vision, hahaha."

Then he met Luther's gaze.

"Uh... I was just joking."

Dr. Donovan continued:
"But no matter how you say it, this experimental subject still has at least five years to fully develop. Getting it out early will definitely cause some side effects."

"As fast as you can, Dr. Debney Donovan."

Luther turned his head and walked up the steps, towards the elevator.

"This underground base has all been finished with lead coating, and the latest experimenters have been sent by the military. You don't need to cherish these materials. It doesn't matter if it's trial and error, I just want the result."

He said: "You are an expert in gene synthesis, if you have any questions, we can discuss them together."

He and the female secretary Xixi took the elevator and came to the upper floor of the Lake Group.

Luther said:

"Mercy, how is Blake doing?"

"Our purple-haired mercenary has fully recovered, but I'm afraid he no longer intends to join us."

The female secretary, Mercy, said: "He now calls himself a superhero and acts like a superman. It is difficult for me to evaluate his behavior."

"Cut it off, Black was never the same kind of person as Superman."

Luther sneered:
"Believe me, it won't be long before they match up. It's going to be very interesting."

"So what do we need to do?"

"Of course." Luther said: "Support Black fiercely, we will give him whatever he wants."

The bald head touched his head:

"Isn't he going to start the Ultra League? Lex Luthor always likes friends, and we cover all the expenses-of course the debts still have to be owed."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn't it?"

"But as far as it is concerned, Black's behavior is no different from that of Superman. They should be in the same camp." Mercy said.

The bald man shook his finger in front of her.

"You just make contact."

He said.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Lex Luthor and his female secretary walked into the lobby on the ground floor, where countless scientists in white coats were operating various complex machines.

Luther walked past a man looking at a specimen:
"You don't need to look at this specimen, it's clearly limestone, read this book, you idiot."

He passed by another female researcher who was analyzing data:

"Finally someone can figure out Euclid's fifth formula, but it's obviously not you. If you dare to go to work again, I will fire you."

He ends up in the middle: "I'm not gonna put up with idiots, guys. I've been dying of idiots lately."

He said:
"Listen, there are already too many idiots in this world, funny idiots who worship aliens and think he is the master of justice, but I see the real face of aliens, and I understand that he is a threat .”

"Doubling down on this alien arms race! And destroying it while it's still in its infancy!"

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Chen Tao sat at the desk and wrote the plan.

1: Contingency Plan for the Death of Superman.

2: Lex Luthor's betrayal plan.

3...

Superman has now been able to completely replace Batman's job.Criminals in Gotham will soon learn what it means to write a single word on a criminal plan and be approached by Superman... Batman.

Under Superman's high-intensity overtime work that even wipes your ass to monitor whether you have stolen other people's papers, Gotham's crime rate has dropped to freezing point, just as Chen Tao expected.

"Bruce, leave Bane alone, is there really no problem?"

Alfred came over with a plate: "Before Superman completely wiped out Gotham, he and Siva attacked Arkham together and released many Arkham prisoners we had held there before."

The old butler asked, "Is it really all right?"

"And now Bane and the Arkham prisoners he took are all out of Gotham, and Superman beats them all over the place if they show up, Alfred. Times have changed, Now is the age of superpowers."

"—Bane is no longer the most important threat."

Chen Tao said without turning his head: "Even if Bane appears now, his knee will only be crushed on the spine of Iron Batman. I don't even bother to watch such a simple plot."

"Right now, the other person is more important."

Chen Tao continued to write in his notebook:

3: A plan to prevent telepathic man Manchester Black from driving Superman insane.

(End of this chapter)