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Chapter 769 Batman's Talk
On a spaceship outside the earth.

Zod looked angrily at the screen in front of him, which showed Clark's life captured via satellite.

"Traitor! Damn traitor!!"

Compared with the failure of the previous operation, he could not accept the fact that his own people were unwilling to acknowledge his identity.

"He will be punished!"

The Kryptonian warrior sitting on the chair said, "We need to rebuild our home, and the Gene Codex is a must, but before that, maybe we can transform this planet into the environment of Krypton."

"You're right."

General Zod didn't want to wait any longer: "Let's start the action, launch the world engine, and start cleaning the bugs on this planet."

"As you command, General!"

What is meant to come will come sooner or later, and it is not determined by human will.

metropolis.

After Amber resolved Martha's crisis and had a meal there, she went straight back to the bar.

He now has many abilities. Space travel is just a piece of cake for him. If necessary, he can even create a small black hole and throw some guys he doesn't like into it.

If we just talk about ability, Amber would have been at the top long ago.

Plus, he's not a hero out of interest, so.
"Damn it, Jerry, don't you dare to fight me with just one hand! I will definitely beat you!"

In the room on the second floor of the bar, two figures, one fat and one thin, were sitting in front of the latest version of PS5. On the TV screen was a very classic fighting game.

"Amber, you can't beat me even if I only use one hand. This is talent."

Jerry flicked his hair in a very showy way: "You know, if I wanted to, I could have won the Street Fighter national championship last year."

"I'm just not familiar with it."

Of course Amber would never admit that she was weak: "Do it again!"

"Well, as you wish. A gentleman never refuses a friend's request."

Jerry smiled modestly, but his eyes were filled with the loneliness of having no rival.

Twenty minutes later.

Click!

Because of excessive force, the newly purchased handle groaned under the heavy weight and then broke into two pieces in the middle.

Amber lowered her head, staring blankly at the exposed wires.

“Accepting your own shortcomings is also a kind of ability. My friend, it’s not that you are too weak, but that I am too strong.”

Jerry patted his shoulder and said, "That's enough for today. I have to go back and make dinner for my mom."

"Would you like to bring some wine back? I thought you said she liked it very much."

Amber threw the handle away and lay on the ground like a salted fish.

"No, the doctor said that Mom can only drink 500 milliliters of alcohol a week. If she drinks more than that, it will cause some complications. I don't want her to leave me so soon."

Jerry shook his head and stumbled toward the stairs.

In the eyes of others, he is a complete loser, addicted to games, undisciplined, obese, with extremely poor work ability, and always has some inexplicable weird requirements.

But on the other hand.

Jerry is also harmless, real, sincere, kind and enthusiastic.

He would never hurt anyone.

This is why Amber became friends with him.

It is said that the more people lack something, the more they desire it.

Bad people always hope that their friends are good people.

"Boss, someone is looking for you!"

Catherine shouted from the top of the stairs, her shrill voice totally inconsistent with her piano.

Not gentle at all!
"Let him go!"

Amber said bluntly.

Apart from Superman, his only friend is still in Mexico, a very enthusiastic and funny black guy who is said to have given birth to his third child. Other than that, the others are strangers.

"Maybe you should come down and take a look, for the sake of our business."

Catherine did not leave, but continued to speak.

This is very abnormal behavior.

Amber got up from the ground and decided to go and take a look.

Then the girl took a stack of twenty US dollars from Bruce Wayne. Judging from the rough cloth, there were at least several hundred dollars.

No wonder this money-minded little creature was willing to stand up from that damn piano.

"Mr. Amber, I want to talk to you."

Noticing his gaze, Bruce Wayne smiled kindly.

"If it's about Clark, then there's no need to say anything."

Amber said with empty eyes: "I don't like to talk about my friends behind their backs."

"one million!"

Bruce Wayne pulled out what he was best at: "An unreleased game console is also included as a bonus."

"Oh, my friend, you are very persuasive."

Amber smiled and walked down from the second floor: "Joseph, go get my bottle of 1982 Lafite."

"Uh, boss, I'm not a magician"

Joseph was embarrassed: "You know, as a believer, I can't accept lying."

Amber's eyes widened, and she was almost mad at this straightforward guy.

"No need to do that, I brought some wine."

Bruce Wayne snapped his fingers, and someone immediately brought a beautifully packaged bottle with a liquid that looked like amber. "Louis XIII Cognac, you should like it."

"As expected of a rich man."

Amber whistled, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

“Some concerns.”

Bruce Wayne has never been one to hide himself.

There are private rooms in the bar, but they are rarely used. It comes in handy at this moment.

"For the sake of the wine and the game console, I'll give you five minutes."

Amber turned and walked in. "If you can't convince me, then end this topic."

"enough."

Bruce Wayne laughed and followed him into the box.

Joseph and Catherine looked at each other, both a little surprised.

They have recognized the guy who has come to them twice in a row. He is the richest man in Gotham and one of the richest men in the entire United States.

But such a person was ordered around by Amber. Not only was he not angry at all, but he looked like he was enjoying it.

Where does this miserly boss come from?
Just as they were wondering, the conversation in the box had already officially begun.

"The countdown has started. It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."

Amber opened the cork of the wine very roughly. The rich aroma made him close his eyes comfortably: "Not bad."

"Have you seen the destructive power of the Kryptonians?"

Bruce Wayne said softly: "According to the information I received, the number of soldiers and civilians who died directly or indirectly at their hands has exceeded four digits, and is still increasing."

"And then? What does it have to do with me?"

Amber took a sip of the wine, and the rich taste on her tongue was totally incomparable to ordinary wine.

"You have abilities far beyond the average person, but you are willing to quietly be a bar owner here. This is very inconsistent with common sense."

Bruce Wayne did not answer, but said: "I have done a comprehensive character analysis of you. In fact, Superman is not as serious as you say, right?"

(End of this chapter)