171. Chapter 171 Clark's Journey to Another World...

Clark Kent shielded his eyes with his hands as he walked through the heavy rain. He began to feel that the rain did contain high concentrations of kryptonite radiation, and the evidence was that he was gradually becoming weaker. A rare feeling of hunger surged from his stomach to his brain, causing his forward speed to slow down unconsciously and his mood to become irritable.

Is it because of lack of sunlight? This body hasn't been exposed to the sun for too long? In any case, Clark is certain that this is not his body, although he can still use X-rays to see through steel plates, scorch the ground with heat vision, and exhale cryogenic breath from his mouth. He tried bending the railing with his fingers, then secretly and awkwardly wrenched it back. He ran at full speed through the deserted streets, as fast as the hover car on the side of the road.

But he couldn't fly. As long as he jumps to a height of more than three meters, he will definitely fall down due to gravity. He couldn't make his movements as fast as lightning. Hundreds of kilometers an hour seemed to be the limit.

And he gets tired.

The rain dampened the curls on Clark's forehead. He took a deep breath and wiped his face, walked to a bench in a park and sat down, looking confusedly at the shadows of the trees in front of him. In the past few hours, he had traveled almost half of the city. The dark clouds above his head were so heavy that he couldn't tell how long it would be until dawn. However, there was a huge electronic clock on the screen in the city center, which read: 05:23a.

He walked for at least four hours, during which time he saw no one alive except the old man who first warmly invited him upstairs. The doors and windows of every house were closed. Clark tried ringing the doorbells of several houses on the roadside, but only one house answered and told him to get out in a fierce tone.

What to do next? If you don't have people or electronic equipment, where should you go to find Hercule and Krypton? His super hearing is becoming duller with the loss of physical strength. The distant voices became increasingly blurry, and were eventually covered up by the thunder.

After a few minutes, Clark lay flat on his back on the bench. His blue eyes were as hollow as glass, reflecting the sky as if the gods were venting their anger. The cheap shirts and T-shirts he wore were soaked with water and clung to his muscles, bringing a biting coldness.

Although it was his first time seeing Earth in 2064, Clark was convinced that he didn't like this place.

He still likes the sunny metropolis in the 21st century where people come and go, and the warm and comfortable country town with few residents. There is not much advanced technology there, such as this transparent bench with an unknown material and news and advertising information constantly flowing on its surface——

"Do you need help?"

A soft and pleasant female voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Clark, who was lying on the chair in a daze, was startled and straightened up. But he was too tired, and his legs that were supposed to stand up did not obey the command of his brain. Instead, his upper body came into close contact with the stone bricks under the action of inertia.

"..." Clark turned over in the muddy water and stared blankly at the park bench in front of him.

"Do you need help?" the voice asked again. It came from the invisible speaker that comes with the chair. It enunciated the words very clearly and humanely simulated Clark's familiar Smallville accent. "It has been detected that the battery of the bionic soldier hk-00001 is too low and can no longer be satisfied." Various basic activities. Do you want to replenish your energy immediately?"

Clark could completely understand what it was saying, but he didn't want to accept the reality, so he asked with a sense of luck: "Are you hk-00001?"

"You are hk-00001. I am Park Avenue 1 Charging Station, I am happy to serve you."

Clark closed his mouth and looked at it solemnly.

The charging pile said: "Milton Energy Group, a subsidiary of Tianqi Company, is holding a promotion. Congratulations on getting a valuable discount trial opportunity. You can enjoy a 90% discount on charging at this charging pile within ten minutes. The countdown is 09:59..."

The penniless Clark rubbed his hair hard and asked tentatively: "But I have no money?"

"Don't worry, the core philosophy of Milton Energy Group includes social ethics and humanistic care. As long as you are willing to pay an additional 5% tax, you can enjoy the use-now-pay-later service. The bill will be sent to your home address within three days or company email, please check it in time.”

Wherever you send the bill. Clark said with mixed feelings: "Okay, uh, what should I do?"

"You just have to lie flat on your back on the bench like you just did."

Clark obeyed and lay down. This time he felt something different - his back began to feel warm and his spine felt a little itchy, as if someone was blowing air there with a hair dryer. Gradually, his whole body became warm, and strength poured into his limbs, reminding Clark of the feeling he had when he was a teenager sitting on the roof of the barn and staring at the sunset in the distance.

After a while, he even felt so comfortable that he felt sleepy. The rain continued to flow down his cheeks, but this time Clark could smell leaves and grass inside.

The charging pile asked at the right time: "Do you need to take a nap? For only 50 US dollars, you can enjoy a full hour of rest. This charging pile can deploy rain protection equipment at any time. Services include a suitable and constant indoor temperature, no need to worry after purification, Fresh air containing dust and harmful substances, a bottle of pure water, a variety of film and television programs, etc. Please read the instruction manual for more detailed terms, thank you for your cooperation.”

“Can I use it first and pay later?”

"Of course, Tianqi Company aims to..."

Clark didn't listen. He responded vaguely and saw the left and right wings of the bench suddenly spread out, and then continued to extend upward until they came together and became opaque, completely surrounding him. The sound of rain and wind have all gone away, soft music is playing softly in the small space, and the 'bed' under me is soft and warm, and is still gently swaying. At this moment, Clark's complicated and complicated predicament was far away, and he fell into a deep sleep in the safe house created by high technology and high consumption.

**

Four and a half hours later, ten o'clock in the morning.

The rain stopped, but the dark clouds still lingered. A bright, moon-like bat lantern hung in the sky, illuminating most of Smallville.

Clark was thrown off a park bench. He slept so darkly that the charging pile said in the same gentle tone as always: "You have reached the limit of use now, pay later. If you want to continue to use this function, please improve your personal credit level by purchasing Tianqi Company products."

After saying that, it mercilessly threw the sleepy residents onto the wet lawn, and automatically hung up a sign saying 'under cleaning, please do not use'.

Clark was beaten to pieces. He climbed up, took a breath of freezing breath to wake himself up, and then raised his head and noticed the familiar bat light. It would be a good idea to meet the Batman of this era at this time, but before that, Clark discovered that after the rain stopped, people finally appeared in the park and on the streets.

They are all quite young, most of them using crutches or wheelchairs. They are wrapped in down jackets and standing in a relatively dry place chatting and walking. Clark caught up with an aunt who seemed kinder and chatted for a few words. The other person did not realize that Clark was an android soldier who had separated from the main army. Instead, she had a good impression of the handsome and polite young man in front of her.

So before saying goodbye, she reminded her kindly: "You'd better be careful in the next few days, my child, and be careful not to leave the safe zone too far."

"Safe zone?"

"It's a place designated as a non-war zone by Apocalypse Company." The old lady pointed to the green plaque on the side of the road. "Outside this area, you may encounter Batman exchanging fire with government troops. My friend said she heard gunshots in the morning. "Sheng, this is no joke. Of course, I don't mean that you will be safe in the safe zone, but at least your family can still get insurance after death, right?"

"Wait, sorry to bother you-->>

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading. Clark stopped her and asked, "What happened?" "

"It's hard to say." The old man replied calmly, "Do you want to believe what Apocalypse Company said, 'Omega Batman organized an illegal violent gang to carry out terrorist attacks with Smallville in Gotham City', or are you willing to listen to what Batman said, 'Apocalypse' What about the company using Jennifer Mitchell, Lana Long and others for human experiments in an attempt to tamper with history?”

Clark was already a little numb to those familiar and unfamiliar names. He asked, "Was there ever a dog on the battlefield?"

"?" the old man asked doubtfully, "What dog?"

"A white medium-sized dog." Clark reached into his pocket, and then remembered the photo of Little Krypton that he didn't carry with him now. "It's called Little Krypton. It's a dog with super powers. It's very strong, can fly, and can Shoot lasers from your eyes..."

"Oh!" The old man suddenly realized, "This is what you are talking about!"

She swiped her wrist and showed Superman the picture on the screen of her watch: "Is that it?"

Clark opened his eyes wide and became excited: "That's right! Where did you see it? It's my dog, but I don't know why some time ago-"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the old man zoomed in on the picture with two fingers, allowing him to see the complete picture. Countless hundreds of 'Little Kryptonians' stand tall and stand tall in a square formation. There is an annotation on the right side of the image of 'The 4th Bionic Dog Legion'.

"Are you a soldier?" the old man asked, "Which mechanical dog is your fighting partner?"

Clark couldn't answer it at all.

What he couldn't explain was that there was only one Superman and one little Kryptonian in the world.

It is not a machine that people mass-produce, but it is a real child of the universe who has lived on this planet.

**

When Superman opened his eyes in the safe zone, Batman was also having a hard time. Undercurrents surged inside Smallwell, forcing him to wait until the rain stopped to light up the Bat-Light. Omega strengthened this lamp and added some strange functions to it. Now it not only has symbolic meaning, but is also equivalent to a signal transmitter, monitor, speaker, supercomputer and indicator light.

When it lights up, everything that happens in the city will theoretically be known to Batman.

——In the early stage, he was not hindered by other people or things.

Around ten o'clock, Batman received a letter from Robin:

"Help! Bruce, I'm trapped in a lab!"

Two minutes later, he received another email from the same IP: "Don't believe him, Bruce, he is a fake Robin. You don't need to pay attention to me, find a way to get out of here! Everything that happens in front of you is your illusion." ! Find Hercule, he—"

"Don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it."

"ddddddddad."

"Hercule Hugo."

"A traitor."

Batman read every email carefully, including the unclear word 'dad' (Dad?) in the middle. Then he followed the Internet and found the source of the information. It was a small town in the middle of the United States that was rebuilt after the war. A group headed by homeless people established their own settlement here. One of the most famous buildings was an abandoned building. chapel for many years. During times of bad weather and war, the church sheltered many homeless people, so it got an interesting name:

agrarianuia.

Batman remembers the name.

A long time ago...it seemed like decades had passed. When Hercule Hugo first arrived in New York, he once mentioned the 'Promised Land on Earth' in the police station. At that time, people did not know the existence of the strange universe, and thought that the paradise on earth was a joke casually told by the detective.

Time passed, and too many things happened later, which made the young Batman exhausted physically and mentally. He maintains extraordinary sensitivity in matters related to Hercule Hugo. In fact, every time the other party can come up with a legend that has a good starting point and a good ending, but the process is unheard of and unbelievable. operate.

What about this time? Could it be that the detective was trapped in a strange town outside Smallwell, so he couldn't find any trace of the other party no matter how hard he searched?

It seems to make sense.

Then what he has to do is to find a way to get rid of the gangrene-like Apocalypse Company and government troops, and go to the Paradise of Earth to join up with Hercule.

This is the truth, but Batman always feels that something is wrong.

He looked at the war sand table left by Omega: the enemy army took action in the early morning and occupied two war zones in lightning speed. The mechanical legion commanded by Omega had to urgently set up defenses. Now the real-life battle has expanded to the Internet. Even if one's own side has a superior advantage in the city, the government forces can still not fall behind.

The commander on the opposite side... seemed a little too powerful.

**

Hercule sat in a clearing cleared from the ruins. The people around him kept changing, including members of the police department headed by Juliana, some mechanical soldiers who were not instigated by Omega, a few low-status military civilians, and a group of passionate people who firmly believed that they were working for justice. young people fighting.

Electricity bills are too high in remote areas, so they use the most primitive methods to keep warm. The huge bonfire reflected Hercule's black leather shoes, illuminating the red faces.

"Look at him... from Tianqi Company..."

Everyone was whispering, "How did you get that cross head? Is he a living person?"

"He rolled up his sleeves just now, and I saw that his arms were also made of metal..."

"What about the heart? The heart is not flesh and blood?"

"It's kind of scary, to be honest."

Myron stood next to Hercule to help him sort out the information. After achieving the first wave of results, he no longer had any doubts about Hercule's ability: "The residents in the safe zone have noticed the war. If nothing else, Batman will ask to talk to us later. Do you want to talk to him?" Communicate?”

Hercule lacked the patience and kindness to face the reality of this fantasy. He was like a player who wanted to fast forward and skip boring plots, and said indifferently:

"No, officer. We can either ask him to come to me, or we can end this."

"You'd better not be too arrogant, Commander of Tianqi Company."

With a bang, Clark Kent, covered in mud and water but with sufficient power, climbed over the wall and landed not far from the bonfire. "No matter who you are, I advise you to make a temporary truce and follow me to Batman's place."

Before Hercule could speak, a human officer sneered and said, "I think Batman is crazy. How dare he only send out commemorative android soldiers like you who have been retired and are several generations behind?"

He turned around and asked loudly: "Where are our soldiers? Protect Mr. Alexander Hugo!"

Clark:?

Before he could recover from the familiar surname, countless blue, sky-like eyes quietly lit up in the darkness behind him that could not be illuminated by the bonfire. :,,.