Chapter 3456 Research on Cats and Dogs (IV)

"Why do you keep it?"

"What are you keeping?"

The hand covered with red metal hand armor pulled off the black tablecloth covering the round table, revealing a huge Justice League logo. However, there was a long crack in the center of the logo, just like there was an insurmountable gap between the two people standing in front of the table.

"Well, I forgot that I have this." The black figure left a seemingly relaxed smile and chose to turn around and leave, leaving only the red and blue figure standing alone at the table.

What the person standing at the table himself didn't know was that his gaze stayed on the sign for dozens of seconds. During this process, there was no disgust or hatred, only the nostalgia and loneliness that seemed to drown the entire room.

His image is different from any Superman. He is not wearing a tights, but a metal armor with soft tights and cloth. His chest, arms, and waist are all made of hard metal.

And most eye-catching, his neck and back of his neck were also covered with blue metal armor, spreading upwards, wrapping around his jaw and half of the back of his head.

This made him look less confident and calm than other Supermans, but he became more vigilant and alert, and he looked colder and inaccessible.

The unrighteous superman Clark Kent, or the last Kryptonian, Carl Al, showed his light blue eyes when he looked up, like the sky where clouds were about to scatter.

——From the game "Injustice 2" released by NetherRealm Studio in 2017.

A seemingly gentler but more heartless superman.

In the plot of the predecessor of this game, Superman has completely turned against Batman.

However, things are impermanent. When Breniak, who destroyed Superman's mother star, made a comeback, Batman realized that he needed Superman's help to deal with this terrible mastermind.

So, they paused the struggle between the two and chose to sit down and talk. Just after several superheroes gathered together, everyone left tacitly, leaving Batman and Superman at the conference table of the Justice League speechless.

Who would miss the past at this time? It must be Batman. But who left it at this table for the end? How could it be a complete alien Carl Al?

As his eyes moved away from the Justice League logo, many scenes flashed in front of Superman's eyes. The light that shook him so hard that he could not open his eyes reminded him of the sunshine in Kansas. When the white light in front of him disappeared, he had already appeared in this mysterious white space.

"Welcome to the Fighting World."

The dull sound of the bottom of the boots colliding with the metal floor sounded heavier than the continuous gunfire. Batman's voice came from the room, followed by Wonder Woman's voice.

As Superman stood outside the door, people looked back at him, and he told everyone except Batman with his eyes: "Get out."

When they all left, only Superman and Batman were left in the room. Batman seemed to have never thought Superman would come to him at this time. After all, they wanted to kill each other's life and death enemy a few days ago. If it weren't for the current great enemy, they would never have been able to live in the same room.

"You received the invitation." Superman said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Batman was as always.

"Don't talk nonsense," Superman showed an impatient expression. "It's much more useful to unpack the invitation than to dig out the old items in the warehouse that have been falling from scratch for a long time."

"Do you think that would be useful for repelling Breniak?"

"It can't be more useful than me. So... you have to listen to mine." Superman's last few words were put lightly, and it sounded like he was sure to win.

"I hope things will always be what you want," said Batman, who walked beside him, passing by.

"Of course." Superman replied expressionlessly.

Not every universe is always a great enemy, dull and depressing.

Although Batman is always busy, there is still a small part of the time when he can throw himself into the sofa without hesitation after the day is over, smelling the aroma of muffins from the kitchen, and sighing a long sigh.

Suddenly, Bruce sat up suddenly, turned to Alfred in the kitchen and said, "Have I mentioned that I will watch variety shows with Clark and Diana tonight?"

“You are talking about the ‘Poding dress-up show’?”

"Yes, it should be screened on Wednesday?"

"Sorry, it's Thursday, sir."

As soon as Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Alfred say again: "Today is Thursday."

Bruce hurriedly put on his slippers and walked to the TV, turned on the TV and adjusted the channel, and hurriedly pulled Clark and Diana into the same communication group.

"God, I thought you were going to break your appointment again," Diana said while braiding her head at the camera. "Our busy man Wayne always happens to have something to do every Thursday."

"Don't say that, Diana, most of the time I didn't mean it." Bruce said with a smile.

"Yes, Gotham only happens to have a crime you have to deal with when the TV station is broadcasting a show you don't like." Clark seemed to be writing a script on a computer, turning his head to the camera from time to time and saying, "Or your little birds just happened to have a small disaster that takes an hour and twenty minutes to solve."

"But that Steven's art appreciation program is really boring," Bruce said with a spreading hand, "Only you two can watch it, our whole family can't do it."

"Okay, stop arguing, the show is about to begin." Diana took out a pack of snacks from under the table.

"It's so despicable, Diana!" the two men in the camera shouted together. Then Bruce turned right to take the muffin handed over by Alfred, and Clark took a cup of tea from Louise.

Just as Bruce squeezed the syrup onto the muffin, the manor door was kicked open with a slam and three fluffy birds rolled in.

"Hey! Hey! I'm holding a box in my hand, don't squeeze me!"

"You have to be the first to rush out of the car, otherwise how could we sprinkle parts? Hold this quickly, or you won't be able to get it later!"

"Dick is still waiting for us upstairs, hurry up!"

Bruce turned around and saw Jason holding several large boxes in his hand. Tim pushed him from behind, and Damian was holding a bunch of messy block parts.

"Your kids came back so early," Diana said while chewing snacks.

"Since Jason returned from the world of the building block villain, he fell in love with building blocks. Don't worry about them, the show is about to start... Clark! Clark!"

Bruce expressed his dissatisfaction with Clark who disappeared in the camera. But the reporter wearing glasses came back soon.

"Sorry, I'm reading the news about the fighting world." Clark picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, then said, "I have plans to participate in the game in the near future. Where are you?"

"Sorry, I don't. I'm busy with work recently." Diana shrugged, "Of course, I hope you understand that I'm deliberately creating opportunities for you."

"I don't need it," said Bruce. "I will be the first choice for each of you to participate in the game, and I know that. But I happen to be free."

"Dick's cold is better?" Clark asked.

"He's much better, especially after knowing that his share of ice cream was given to Jason, he healed at the extreme rate of human recovery."

"Then we'll say it," Clark said, "I'll wait for you in the battle world next Wednesday."

"Have you picked a copy?"

"I have no choice but to choose, which one I get," Clark sighed.

"Then why not ask me?"

"Stop kidding, Bruce, don't I know your luck yet? You can't get better than me."

"Don't be too confident." Bruce snorted coldly, while opening the fighting world interface, counting his points and the number of draws, rubbing his hands with a smile, and clicking on the draw interface.

Half an hour later, Bruce collapsed on the sofa in despair.

"Don't you like watching this show the most?" Diana said. "Today's dress-up show was quite exciting, but why do you look a little... uh, like a little dead?"

"I bet he's going to the lottery." Clark pulled the cable of his headphones aside and said, "I tried desperately to prove that he was lucky than me, but in fact..."

"At least I got a copy!" Bruce said in grief, "and it looks very good. Superman and Batman are both young, so we can give them some advice!"

"I hope." Clark said, removing his headphones, "I hope they are not like we did when we were young."

"What happened to us when we were young?" Bruce said indignantly.

"We were absolutely not like this when we were young." Bruce looked at the two figures outside the alley and touched Clark next to him with his elbow.

Clark opened his mouth, then pursed his lips and said, "Even if you ignore me for two months because I was flying in your house in the middle of the night and made noises that made you wake up. I will never treat you with such rough means."

"Yes, you just torture me by answering all common sense questions in the answering program," said Bruce.

And Clark, the local Clark, stopped moving when he found someone on the other end of the alley.

But this was a little late, because Bruce had been beaten down by him and now he completely fainted on the ground. Human evidence, physical evidence, and witnesses were all there.

He hoped that those who saw this were not visitors from another world, but obviously, things would always go to the worst direction.

A Superman and a Batman emerged from the alley.

"Let him go." said the heavily armed Batman.

Clark turned to look at him—but mainly at the figure standing next to him. Although it was also red and blue, the frequent metallic luster of Superman shone on his body gave him a bad feeling.

The two figures continued to approach, but Clark said in a deep voice: "Stop."

Hearing his cold tone, not only the Batman and Superman walking in front paused slightly, but even the pair behind were stunned.

"It seems that our luck is not very good." Superman in the rear whispered to Batman, "Another evil partner."

"Let's not go there first." Batman said, "It's not a good thing to have a dispute with them in the city. If they're going to fight here, we have to make sure that we don't harm innocent people."

"I think so, but I think I can't fight. After all, no matter how evil you are, you have to consider..."

Sisy-!!!!

Superman in the rear hurriedly took Batman back, while Batman in front was stunned and was pulled by Superman and avoided Clark's heat rays.

But what can be seen is that Superman and Batman standing in front are a little confused. Batman looked at Superman beside him, then looked at Clark, and then looked at Superman again.

His eyes were very clear: "Who are the villains of you two?"

Clark did not stop at all, forced the two pairs of Batman and Superman away with hot eyes, grabbed Bruce and flew up, his eyes full of warnings in his red light.

Seeing that the two teams of Batman and Superman had no intention of going forward, he slowly flew in one direction with Bruce.
Chapter completed!