Chapter 147 Superman Should Die Before Dawn!

Can you imagine? One morning. Not too long ago.

You wake up and the sun is already up.

You hear birds singing on all seven continents, and your lover is beside you, curled up in your arms.

You turn sideways, look at the beauty in your arms, and just quietly look into her eyes. Watch her beautiful eyelashes tremble in the golden light of the morning, softening the whole world.

And then, finally -

The world is beautiful.

You put on your clothes. Not hurriedly, not in a hurry.

Not in a phone booth or in a closet when the bombs fall, not when you just happened to save her while circling in the sky, but calmly, casually, peacefully.

You listen to her talk about how he messed up the latest exclusive, and smell the vanilla in your morning coffee.

Then, you fly into the sky.

Your first stop, the trial. You appear in court as a witness, not as a judge or jury. You swear to God that everything you say is true and there is nothing to hide. You believe that judicial efforts will eventually bear fruit, and justice is always worth guarding and looking forward to.

You tell them that the man sitting in the dock has never been able to touch the true soul of this city. You tell them that this city means hope to too many people - despite the efforts of the villain, he still failed to achieve that hope.

And Luther watched silently throughout the whole process.

Afterwards, you investigate, observe, and use your unique vision to look from here to there, exploring those wonderful evil behaviors that easily challenge the power of ordinary people, searching for all the chaos that always calls for you and needs you.

You look and look, look... and then yawn.

After a while, you feel a little bored. You get up and go to work.

You are typing on the keyboard, you like this job as a reporter.

You write news about blackmail, collusion, and corruption. Behind you, Louis and Perry are arguing over the definition of classification and spelling issues.

Perry roars loudly, shouting that he has decades of experience, but Louis... My God, it's only a matter of time before Louis makes him shut up.

So you look at her doting smile and go back to work.

You refine your opening statement, making it brief, slightly poetic, and read it silently in your dad's voice.

That's what you want.

How would your dad read it?

Yes, yes, just like that. How wonderful it is that you have time for all these wonderful things.

You're going to have lunch, with old friends.

Make jokes, laugh, reminisce, ask about their worries, their families and their children.

Although you have never met Tim, you often hear about him from Batman.

Tim goes to school, Tim has a girlfriend, Tim joins the football team, and on the field and with the cheers of the crowd, he defeats a freckle-nosed senior with the same skills he used to fight murderers and lunatics.

Batman says that this is what a kid his age should experience.

You laugh again.

Batman tells you that he is really retiring this time. You know he's been through so much, and he deserves a happy second half of his life. You wish him the best.

He entrusted Gotham to you, and you agreed.

You made plans to see each other next time, and you knew you would definitely see each other again.

In the afternoon, you went to the park, and the children called you.

"Superman!"

"Superman! Superman!"

"Look at me!"

That night, you asked her out, and she agreed.

You put on a space suit for your lover, and you sat on the moon together, watching the earth rise.

The sea-blue planet was so magnificent and romantic in the moonlight. You and her leaned on each other, holding hands, and you felt warm even in the cold space.

Later, you returned home and heard a kitten crying around you.

You focused your mind, expanded your hearing, and searched for another crisis.

Alien invasion, hidden massacre, crazy robots... something like that. There was always something worse.

But all you heard was this kitten.

So you took it down from the tree and put it in the arms of its owner.

You saw the cat licking the old woman's cheek, and the old woman was holding her cat.

You stood behind her with your hands on your hips and a smile.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful.

Boom! ! ! !

The earth was shaking.

This is Luthor's safe house on the outskirts of Metropolis.

A huge green telekinetic wave threw Superman to the ground.

"Impossible! Batman told me that he would take Louis to a safe place..."

Superman crawled on the ground, he did not resist at all, and scanned the whole body of "Louis" with his perspective eyes over and over again.

Black was suspended in the air, his figure was as majestic as a god.

His face was covered with a hint of green, he tilted his head, through the skin, three not very obvious dark pink spots appeared on his forehead, and then disappeared.

When he looked up, the green on his face disappeared.

"That's all you can do? Ah, come on, I just punched you with my telekinetic fist, you didn't try hard, Clark - do you need more encouragement to fight like a man?"

The ground around Superman sank suddenly, then it could no longer hold up and exploded, with debris flying.

"How about a telepathic review of the last hour of your wife's life? Every detail? Tear the narrow gap?"

"Or do you like to hear him curse you for intruding into his life, what did he say? Dirty alien? Oh, she's really good at cursing people, in every sense, even if her mouth was full of blood at that time, you had to prick up your ears to hear what she said-"

"Ahhh-"

The heavy punch from the angry Kryptonian threw Black away, and Black responded with a telekinetic shockwave.

The devastating battle between the two superhumans tore the earth apart like tofu. The earth lifted and broke, trees and rocks were picked up like weapons, thrown, and then smashed.

And finally-

"Stop talking!"

Superman broke through the obstacles and hit Blake's head backwards with just one punch. Even the powerful telepathy and telekinesis could not stop this unparalleled strange power.

"Stop it!"

Superman's hands were shaking. But Blake did not die because of this exaggerated move.

Superman grabbed Blake's throat, and they fell to the ground like a meteor.

This originally suburban plain has become a small basin.

Blood oozes out of his mouth and nose, and the green on his face becomes more and more obvious.

"Nice shot, small town boy, hit me in the chin. Of course, it still looks like your girlfriend hit me, but keep going for your sake, because I'm considering making this an annual event. You know Batman can't protect your mom forever, right? What's the saying? Without 'a thousand days of defense', he will fail, and then Perry, Jimmy..."

"I'm going to kill you."

Black began to laugh strangely.

"That's interesting, Clark, you won't, you can't do it."

"Just like you never kill those criminals. Now do you understand the feelings of those whose relatives were killed by criminals? You saintly bitch?"

He slowly recited Superman's lines.

"We are saved by dreams, we are changed by dreams. I swear, I will never stop fighting until the world of dignity, honor and justice in my dreams becomes the reality we all expect."

Superman let go of Black, and he knelt on the opposite side. Black tremblingly took out a cigarette, lit it, and then held it in his bloody mouth.

"Nonsense. You just can't live in the real world, you just can't."

"It never happened to you, right? So you can stick to your ridiculous rule of not killing?"

"So, now, the high god, the seemingly pure and flawless perfect man - you have fallen into mortal status!"

"So now, come on!"

Blake opened his hands frantically, he tilted his head, the green on his face and the three dark pink spots under his skin suddenly appeared, and then immediately sank into his cheeks, making his face return to normal.

"Come and kill me!"

Superman stared at him in a daze.

I have scanned Lois Lane's body countless times with my perspective eyes, down to every cell, every DNA.

That's her, no doubt. My super senses remind me of this fact every moment.

I have never been so angry. I became a wild beast, a raging wind.

I felt that life became illusory in front of me.

Then I laughed. Lois was still dead. My heart is still filled with hatred, and the only achievement is to kill my original self.

Part of me wants to kill Black, wholeheartedly, right now. Just for what he did, I can do it, I know I can.

Superman's eyes glow red.

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"Everything is just as I said."

Chen Tao's face is ugly.

Luthor said: "Superman is going to kill Black. He is going to kill someone."

He originally wanted to say "You lose, Batman. But fortunately I have a backup plan. Superman will know at the last second that Louis is not dead-"

But the bald man suddenly got stuck here, and then he was in a trance.

He finally said this:

"Black will eventually escape, and Superman will eventually find that the Black he killed is just an illusion created by his telekinesis combined with kryptonite and hallucinogens in the air."

Luthor's face showed a hideous viciousness. His face was reflected on his green armor, and it was also a little green.

"You've backfired, Batman. You've proactively presented the government with a murderous Superman."

"Superman will change his code of conduct in front of the government, ladies and gentlemen, just as I expected."

Luthor said: "Although I had no intention of proving all this to you, it is clear that our overconfident Mr. Batman has shown us how unstable the little boy who can urinate on our ant nest at any time is!"

"Superman's noble character amazes us, but..."

"What?"

Luthor was stunned: "What are you talking about? Are you crazy?"

He turned his head to look at Superman who punched Black on the screen, and then turned his head to look at the holographic projections of government officials who were still chattering and whispering, and then suddenly realized.

"You lied to them? You created a false illusion of Superman's glory and justice and performed a cartoon in front of them?"

With Luthor's IQ, he quickly reacted to what Batman did.

"Batman, you are simply cheating. You don't want them to witness anything at all. The live broadcast they see is controlled by you. No matter what choice Superman makes, they can only see that Superman can stick to his bottom line!"

Then he heard Batman's steady voice.

"I never thought about a fair bet, Luther. If I don't take the initiative to transfer the situation on the scene to those government people, I'm afraid you will do this, Luther. This is very similar to what you would do, promoting the Superman threat theory, creating a tense atmosphere between Superman and the government, and proving to the government the possibility of Superman turning bad."

"Therefore, in order to prevent you from doing bad things first, I did it first. At least if I take the initiative to connect, then all the images they see will be under my control. I can temporarily suppress things within a controllable range."

"No, I never thought about doing such a thing." Luther said: "You are just overthinking."

Chen Tao paused slightly.

Luthor shook his head: "But what's the point of what you did?"

Luthor opened his mouth, he wanted to say "If Superman really killed Black and it became a fait accompli, even if you deceived those government officials with the fake phantoms you created, they would eventually find out."

But he got stuck again, then shook his head and said: "Even if you deceived those government officials with those fake phantoms, I will tell everyone the real facts. Superman killed the phantom of Black, he will really kill people!"

Then he heard Batman said in a deep voice: "No, not the phantom. He might kill Black."

"No, no, Black will not be killed. Black will use phantoms, phantoms..."

"I'm going to stop Superman. Superman must not be stained with blood."

Chen Tao didn't want to pay attention to Luthor anymore. He had confirmed that Black was seeking death, and he had a vague guess in his heart, Luthor's abnormality, Black's abnormality, the guided government agencies, and the fear of Superman.

Everything lingered in his mind, and then converged into one point.

He thought of the Laughing Batman.

He thought of the Batman who strangled the Joker and inhaled the Joker's poison gas.

No, Superman cannot kill people, or rather, he dare not bet on the consequences of Superman killing people.

In countless parallel universes, there may be a righteous but murderous Batman (Bat of Universe 51), but there will never be any normal Superman who kills people.

Not to mention the Unjust Superman, even the good Lord Super is a hegemon who obeys me and perishes.

Just as Chen Tao dare not bet whether he will become Laughing after killing the Joker, he dare not bet whether Superman will change after killing Blake.

Superman... You should be born noble and pure. You represent light and hope. You should not and cannot be stained with blood.

He immediately changed his original plan.

"I'm going to stop Superman. Whether he kills or not, everything is over."

"No." Luthor said:

"If you want to go, you have to beat me first. This is why I'm here. When our battle is over, Superman will be finished. Black and his phantom will prove--"

Chen Tao sighed.

"Your situation is not right, very wrong."

"What did you say?"

"But fortunately, I didn't think about playing this gamble with you in the beginning."

"What?"

Chen Tao reached out and wiped his face, and clumps of brown mud appeared on his face. Then he directly used his fingers to cut open his body, revealing the hollow core.

"Nano robots and mud face constitute the fake body that stood here and talked nonsense with you for so long. My real body has already quietly drilled into the ground and ran away."