I, the motherland, do whatever I want

At the airport, a civil airliner is preparing to take off.

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

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

"This thing appeared a few minutes ago."

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

“Fortunately, downtown is having its day off right now.”

"There are almost no people. What everyone can see now is that military fighter jets Apache helicopters have just arrived at the scene."

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

I saw a humanoid monster on the screen in front of a signboard.

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

Blazing lines of fire hit the monster on the signboard, and the signboard was immediately shattered into pieces.

The monster jumped down and roared demonstratively at the helicopter, but was met with a more violent attack.

In addition to the aviation cannon, the helicopter fired missiles at the monster. The monster was shaken by the fierce fire.

It seemed that it would be killed soon, but at this moment, light appeared in the monster's chest. It held its head with both hands and suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a roar.

Suddenly, a ring of electromagnetic pulse-like impact was released.

After the impact of this circle spread, the screen flickered, and the live scene suddenly interrupted and disappeared.

So we cut back to the TV broadcast room.

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

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

At the boarding gate, a flight attendant was preparing drinks and saw the lady walking toward the exit.

He quickly chased him out.

"Sorry, Miss Prince, we're about to leave."

However, the lady seemed not to hear and left the plane.

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Gotham Port District.

Batman in armor sank into the pile of rocks little by little, and was 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 his shoulders. The armor on his shoulders had deformed and sunk in, and some sharp angles had penetrated into his muscles, causing blood to come out.

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

"Why don't you want to listen to my explanation!"

"I wanted to tell you from the beginning that this was Lex's conspiracy!"

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

"If you would just listen to me for a moment, Louise wouldn't be dead."

"Martha can be saved too!"

Bruce Wayne's head buzzed.

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

In that cold and damp alley, the cold and ruthless pistol spurted out flames, causing blood to bloom before his eyes.

The screen flashed.

He saw the dewy tomb, with white chrysanthemums placed in front of it.

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

"What did you say?"

Bruce struggled to speak: "Why do you want to say this name?"

"Who is Martha?"

Clark yelled, "She's my mother!"

"She was captured by Lex. Lex is going to trade your head for her life. Do you understand?"

"She made me your light!"

"But now it seems that she was wrong!"

"You people don't deserve love at all!"

Superman's eyes turned red, and the anger inside them was like the light of volcanic lava, waiting to explode!

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

He gasped for air 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 will find Martha, I will 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.

Then it flew away with a 'swish' sound.

Batman gasped, then pulled himself out of the pile of rocks.

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

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

"No"

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

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

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Master Wayne."

"But you have to go to Metropolis. There's a monster there. It came out of a Kryptonian ship."

the other side.

In a warehouse near Gotham's port.

Clark's adoptive mother, a middle-aged woman, had her mouth covered and tied tightly to a chair.

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 rumble outside.

Then there were screams and gunshots.

The intensive gunfire was almost a riot, making the Russians jump.

He made a gesture, and the other two men in the room immediately picked up machine guns and came to the door.

Martha, who was tied to a chair, had her back to the door. She didn't know what was going on. She only heard screams and gunshots ringing outside.

The Russian looked at Masha on the chair and yelled: "Who is it!"

"Get out of here right now."

"Otherwise I will kill this woman!"

He raised the flamethrower, and a ball of flame puffed out from the muzzle.

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

She couldn't help but open her eyes.

I saw a red trace on the wall of the room that was gradually fading.

The trace crossed the wall and passed the head of the Russian in front of him.

The Russian's eyes rolled, and then his head gradually dislocated and slipped, and finally the body and half of the head fell to the ground.

Martha whined in fear.

Then she saw the scene behind her reflected in the window glass.

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

The tall figure's eyes were burning with scarlet light, and there was endless hatred and anger surging inside, as if the anger from hell was about to turn the entire 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 person squatting down, and a familiar face appeared in her eyes. On that face, the red light burning with anger gradually dimmed.

Finally, Martha saw her son's tearful eyes.

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

"But Louise is dead."

"My world is dead too."