RNP Chapter 330 Praying to Batman
Chapter 330 Praying to Batman
Chapter 330 Praying to Batman (Sobbing, please continue reading)
"If I were you, I would obediently tell you what I want to know."
This is on a desolate mountain not far from the metropolis.
Lex Luthor looked up and saw that his green armor, now a pile of scrap metal, had been placed under the seat by the Superpower.
How foolish.
Luther thought to himself.
Batman had warned him of the enemies they might face, yet he still suffered a crushing defeat.
Superpower stormed into Lexcorp in a simple and brutal manner, its heat vision piercing through every enemy who dared to stand in its way.
Luther admitted that he had underestimated his opponent.
He focused too much attention on seizing Batman's power in the Justice League, and those mundane matters distracted him.
Every day, he has to consider how to handle his relationship with the government as the spokesperson and de facto leader of the Justice League (in his opinion). Just using LexCorp's money to plant people in the government to do espionage work takes up most of his time, not to mention the mess among the Justice League members.
Recruitment, venue, organizational structure, human resource management and allocation...
Luther realized with a start that he hadn't been to the lab for at least four months. He was hopelessly engrossed in the Game of Thrones, completely forgetting—
He is Lex Luthor. Unlike Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman, all his power comes from his extraordinary wisdom and his brilliant mind.
Once his wisdom is burdened by mundane paperwork and trivial matters, it directly weakens his strength, making him just another ordinary person, and his brain rusts.
In the past, Lex Luthor racked his brains every day on how to deal with Superman. He wanted Superman to be ruined and to suffer a crushing defeat. He devoted himself to this every day. This was the most powerful time of the human named Lex Luthor.
However, those days were gone forever with Superman's retirement. Batman threw himself into the mountain of documents, and foolishly jumped right in.
Luther discovers that Batman has made him weaker and weaker without lifting a finger, ultimately leading to his current state.
He was injured by Batman and the Justice League, and he looked so haggard.
Starting today, the League of Anti-Drug Justice!
He raised his bruised eyes and stared straight at Chao Ba, then unsurprisingly received another slap.
Luther clearly felt that he had become weaker, but there was one thing...
There is one more thing that Batman can never take away:
Lex Luthor is a source of pride for humanity.
"I need a method to create artificial kryptonite."
"Don't even think about it. Batman will catch you."
Superpower didn't waste any words; he punched Luthor again, smashing half of his teeth. He had already held back a great deal of force, but this blow almost knocked Luthor unconscious immediately.
Superpower repeated his request. But he still only received one sentence that Luther kept repeating.
"Batman will put you in jail."
Luther was praying.
He prayed to Batman, and he prayed to himself.
There will never be a second time.
……
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……
"You're awake."
Firestorm heard the skull engulfed in flames say, "Faster than expected."
Firestorm looked down and saw that he was trapped between two huge steel beams, with the swimming pool dug by the nuclear energy family below him, and not far from them was the flaming skull.
The other party kept manipulating something on the main console.
Firestorm immediately tried to break free by unleashing flames. This reckless act naturally resulted in him receiving an electric shock, which, apart from a large ball of flame erupting from his body with a popping sound like a bubble being punctured, caused no other harm.
Firestorm hurriedly called his external brain.
"Dr. Stein, think of something."
But Dr. Stein did not answer him immediately as he had before.
He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Interesting, Ronnie. I've noticed this guy in front of me..."
"...They have the same Firestorm Matrix as us, but they are completely different in the details."
"It possesses a firestorm matrix that differs in detail."
Firestorm looked up in surprise, and heard the flaming skeleton in front of him say the exact same words as Dr. Stein.
"Dr. Stein, did you hear that? Did you hear what this skeleton is saying? To be honest, his voice is exactly the same as yours."
"..." Dr. Stein remained silent.
"Dr. Stein?"
"Stop yelling, kid. I've already blocked your mental connection with him. It wasn't easy for both of you to be unconscious together."
Death Storm ignored Ronnie, who was still asking stupid questions. He seemed to be talking to Ronnie, or perhaps he was muttering to himself, "But this is still the most important thing. After all, that's me from another world, and we need to remain vigilant."
He ignored the firestorm that had lost its external brain and finally stopped typing incessantly on the control panel.
He pressed a red button next to him, and then the entire control panel emitted a faint humming sound.
Firestorm Ronnie couldn't understand what the other party was doing at all.
"I can't believe it," he heard Death Storm say, "that you actually shared your abilities with others. And now..."
Deathstorm walked up to a lever switch and pulled it down forcefully.
Firestorm suddenly let out a desperate, agonizing scream—
Then he looked down and found that nothing had happened to him.
"..."
"Hey old man, I'm fine!"
Death Storm ignored Firestorm Ronnie's provocation. A human-like contemplative expression appeared on his skeletal face as he returned to the control panel, intently attempting to repeat his previous actions, but his movements were interrupted by Nuclear Daddy.
"professor."
The nuclear-powered father wore an inhuman, fake smile: "We've wasted far too much time."
"Quiet, my experiment isn't over yet," Death Storm said. "Night Owl promised I'd get what I need, didn't he?"
"But what Night Owl promised you was that he would let you successfully collect the Firestorm Matrix parameters, not that he would let you try to integrate the Firestorm into your body."
The nuclear-powered father opened and closed his mouth, saying, "We should go."
"Otherwise, Batman will be here."
"Professor, you don't belong to this universe. You don't understand who Batman is."
Deathstorm heard several robots behind him babbling incoherently.
"He single-handedly defined the superhero."
"He is the guardian of this world, the strongest member of the Justice League."
"I need the equipment here," the death storm told him. "This place is undergoing nuclear meltdown. This environment is conducive to my research..."
"Batman is coming! Terrifying Batman! Horrible Batman!"
Nuclear Mom said, "Night Owl taught us that we must never fight Batman."
"We need to hurry..."
The storm of death turned its head.
"Do you obey Night Owl's orders? I don't intend to blame you."
His eyes burned with fire, flashing with a dangerous light.
He said, "Your mechanical brain probably can't comprehend anything beyond your imagination. You're never afraid, are you?"
He said, "This is not your fault."
He turned his head, his burning skull eyes staring at the entire nuclear energy family.
"Oh my god, you're using the word 'machine' again..."
"That's so rude..."
Death Storm did not respond to the entire nuclear family. He reached out his hand to his nuclear father: "I want to give you a gift."
Nuclear Power Dad maintained his fake smile: "Sorry, Professor..."
I want to give you a favor.
The death storm repeated itself. He reached out his hand to his nuclear father.
Immediately afterwards, Nuclear Dad uncontrollably knelt down on the ground, still maintaining that eerie fake smile, his mouth kept opening wide until the bionic skin at the corner of his mouth tore.
"You are a complete robot, devoid of human emotions, and transformed by nuclear energy. Nuclear energy is your creator, your God. And I will bestow upon you what God was unable to accomplish..."
"I will inflict fear upon you!"
The Death Storm Matrix struck Nuclear Dad from the palm of the Death Storm. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, or as if Pinocchio was experiencing his transformation from a puppet to a human for the first time in his life.
"Hehehe..."
Death Storm frowned: "Only one emotion was synthesized...?" He beckoned to the bewildered Nuclear Mother beside him, who then flew into Nuclear Father's arms like a bird, followed by the younger sister, older brother, and younger brother...
When the Death Storm embedded the last nuclear dog's head into the limbed monster cobbled together by a few robots, he was finally satisfied to see genuine fear on every face of the creature.
The monster let out a wail, smashed through the wall, and fled outside.
Death Storm nodded in satisfaction. He returned to the control panel, facing the firestorm before him, but then—
Two fiery red streaks of light flashed across the pool in front of him, swirling between the two metal blocks that imprisoned the Firestorm, and then Deathstorm saw the Firestorm vanish instantly.
"Johnny, Ni, Fast, Kee—"
The fiery skeleton, devastated by the loss of its experimental subject, roared, "How did you even let the Flash in here?"
No one responded.
Death Storm immediately slammed his hand on his headset: "Johnny Quick!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The other person's voice came through the headset: "I accidentally went a little too far, sorry."
"Wait, wow, this guy is actually asking the Night Owl in his world for help. Wait, I think his name is Batman."
Immediately afterwards, a commotion erupted from the other side, with shouts and loud rumbling sounds.
"What's wrong with you? Your vibrational frequency is so different from mine. How about we have a cross-century tug-of-war?"
boom!
Soon, Johnny Quick reappeared in front of Deathstorm, his body wreathed in golden Speed Force and black lightning. He retied Firestorm to its previous position, while dragging the battered and mangled Flash along.
He deftly tossed Barry to the ground.
"It's too easy, even boring," he said. "This guy's application of the Speed Force is shockingly superficial. I bet he's never killed anyone."
Johnny Quick spoke casually. He stepped on Barry's face: "This world has the Speed Reversal Force! As long as you're confident enough to kill, you can connect to it... but you haven't even unlocked its power."
"The superpowered people in this world never kill, Johnny."
Deathstorm said, "They're all the same."
He started operating the control panel again: "We still have time."
"bat……"
Johnny Quick lowered his head and heard the other person sobbing something, as if in prayer.
"Batman will defeat you. Batman will..."
But before he could finish speaking, Johnny Quick kicked him in the face.
"It's just an incarnation of Night Owl. Seriously, do you even know Night Owl?"
Johnny Quick crouched down beside the bruised and battered Flash: "I know, I know. He's the strongest one of you, isn't he? But we've seen things far more powerful than you can imagine."
His eyes met the Flash's, and he disliked the look in the Flash's eyes.
This reminded him of a police officer named Snart from his world. (Note: This person is the counterpart of Captain Cold; in Earth-3, he was a righteous police officer who was later tortured and killed by Johnny Quick.)
Johnny Quick clicked his tongue. He stood up. He still needed the Flash alive. He had discovered a way to steal the Speed Force from others.
He wants to be even faster, so The Flash must not die.
But the other person kept staring at him, so Johnny Quick squatted down.
"Have you ever heard of the Anti-Surveillance Agents? You have no idea how powerful they are. But we survived, you know? Even the Anti-Surveillance Agents couldn't do anything to us."
He reached out and gently patted The Flash's cheek.
"Forget about your Batman, he can't save you or keep us here. Night Owl insists on playing it safe, which I think is stupid. But Superpower and SuperQueen agree with him, so I have no choice but to do as he says."
"But that doesn't mean I can't do anything to you, you know, counterfeit? What, what are you talking about?"
He smiled and lowered his head.
"Say it again?"
"Batman... Batman Club..."
Johnny Quick broke Barry Allen's leg bone.
"Keep going," Johnny Quick said.
"I can give you a chance. Just shut up and you won't have to suffer anymore."
"bat……"
I will send you to prison.
A voice came from behind Johnny Express, somber and hoarse, enough to send chills down your spine just by hearing it.
Johnny Quick turned his head and saw a shadow float out from the portal that opened behind him, coalescing into a human form right in front of him.
"I am Batman."
He heard the other person say.
"Nice to meet you. By the way, I'd like to ask you something—"
"What the hell are you doing?"
(End of this chapter)