Facing Luthor's inquiry, Superman did not speak, but responded with physical actions.

He floated into the air, his cloak fluttering, and his eyes glowed red until they condensed into two fiery red dots, as if his heat vision would evaporate Luther directly in the next second.

Luther took his time and took out a stack of photos from his pocket.

"If I were you, what you want to do now is not to scare me in this way, but to find a way to rescue your goddess first, what do you think?"

The red light in Superman's eyes disappeared immediately, his body quickly fell to the ground, and he stepped forward to grab the photo.

Luther quickly backed away and raised his hands.

"Whoa! Wait, don't worry, okay? You scared me! If I'm scared to death by you, then your goddess will die too."

"Where is she?!" Superman was furious.

"who?"

"Martha!!"

Luther raised an eyebrow: "Aha, why did you only ask her? I do know where she is, but at the same time I also know the whereabouts of Louise. Shouldn't you ask me together? Or are they actually in your heart? Are they also arranged in order?"

Superman was very angry at Luthor's statement. This deliberate misinterpretation was more like a kind of ridicule, ridicule and teasing at this time.

"You're challenging my patience."

"Really?" Luther's face showed confusion, but then he suddenly changed his face and said with the same anger and cruelty: "You too! Super! Human! You are also challenging my patience! Do you think you are standing in front of me? You can scare me by flying up and turning your eyes red?! I tell you, it's impossible! And your behavior will only make me feel extremely disgusting! A high-altitude god, huh? Flying around all day long Go and pretend to be a savior? I admit your strength, but I will not succumb to your strength and derive the emotion of worship like those people.

Do you know why? Because human beings do not need any gods, let alone surrender to any life. Human beings have been like this since ancient times, full of all kinds of rebellious behaviors that may seem crazy but are actually completely logical and reasonable. Now people My admiration for you will one day turn into arrows that stab you, bullets or other weapons that can kill you!

But I can't wait any longer. I don't want anyone in this world to drowsily praise an alien. What we should do is kill him and dissect him, or control him and imprison him on the operating table.

Therefore, I just slightly advanced the path that mankind will inevitably take in the future. One day, all mankind in the world will be grateful to me. They will remember a name firmly from the moment they can read when they are young:

Lex Luthor!!"

His speaking speed was astonishingly fast, and his tone was also full of shocking energy, so that each word and sentence was like a kryptonite bullet that directly penetrated Superman's defense and was deeply embedded in his heart.

But at the same time, his reason kept overturning Luther's ideas and speculations about the future. After waking up, he gritted his teeth and said, "You must be crazy!"

"Really?!" Luthor asked loudly, then stretched out his index finger and pointed directly at Superman's chest: "But your expression tells me that what I just said makes sense. We can say irony, and we can also lie habitually. , but our brains, or our knowledge, wisdom and experience, will always help us analyze all possibilities at the first time. You agree with me, right?"

Superman floats back.

Luther smiled more and more openly, and even wanted to dance.

The actual level of the position is completely opposite to the level of the situation at the moment.

After a while, Luther suddenly stopped smiling again unexpectedly, and he pushed out the photo in his hand again.

"The chatting time is over. I think we will still have opportunities to communicate seriously in the future. Then I can stand next to you, and you can lie down comfortably..."

Superman suddenly thought of the operating table.

"...As for now, you shouldn't stay here anymore. You should go to Gotham, cut off that bat's head and give it to me. When I see his head, you can see Martha who is safe. , Don't speak! Don't speak! Don't refuse me! I am doing this for your own good. If you suddenly reject me now, I will let my people kill her, and I can even tell you how she died. The mother of a flying demon must be a witch, and the way a witch should die is of course to be burned alive. I respect the tradition very much."

Superman's chest was filled with rage, but at this moment he really did as Luthor said and did not dare to act rashly.

same time period.

Gotham.

Batman meets the Joker on the rooftop of Wayne Tower.

The black heavily armored bat armor flew rapidly from the distant sky, suddenly dropped in speed, and came to a complete standstill above the roof of the building. Then the thrust completely disappeared, and the heavy steel armor landed smoothly with a loud clang.

Batman has also mastered the classic superhero three-point descent method. Different from the previous rappelling methods, this time his posture is more chic and crisp, and the pressure he brings to people is even higher.

but……

"Wow! So handsome! So handsome!!!" The clown's eyes were so bright that they seemed to be really shining. As he applauded, he walked up to Bruce without any scruples, then walked around him in a circle and smacked his lips. He exclaimed loudly: "This is the best-looking bat suit I have ever seen, and it actually allows you to fly like a bat. It's so awesome!"

Under the visor, Bruce is unsmiling and his eyes are like daggers.

"I said, no matter how you leave Arkham, I will personally send you back."

"Well, yes, I remember. When I left Arkham, the first person I thought of was you, and the first thing I thought of was what you just said." The clown looked at Bruce's face seriously. eyes.

However, just a second later, he suddenly laughed, and then faced Bruce directly and stretched out his hands.

"Come on, catch me."

Bruce stretched out his hand without any hesitation.

The next second, the clown turned his wrist.

Bruce immediately raised an arm defensively.

However……

"Oh, little bat, your reaction really makes me sad."

As he spoke, the clown shook the thing in his hand.

A stack of photos.

It's just that what he showed was Superman's girlfriend Lois Lane.

Of course Bruce knew her, so he paused suddenly, then raised his head suddenly, his voice hoarse like torn rags, but with a sonorous and firm will: "Where is she?!"

The clown responded with his trademark exaggerated smile.

Bruce suddenly reached out and pinched the clown's throat.

For a moment, the mercenaries standing around raised their guns.

Bruce growled without retreating: "Come! Let them shoot! Let's see who dies in the end, you or me!"

The clown was lifted up by him, his throat tightened and he couldn't breathe, causing his complexion to change rapidly.

But he didn't feel angry or upset about it at all, the smile on his face was not reduced by half, and he even omitted the movement of struggling.

Soon, the door to the roof was kicked open.

Several mercenaries appeared pressing Louise down.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was blocked so she could not make a sound. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered with traces of dirt. She looked very embarrassed.

The moment she saw Bruce, Louise's eyes moved slightly, but the mercenary pushing behind her made it difficult for her to make eye contact with the long-famous Gotham Bat.

Louise staggered forward.

The others turned their guns in unison.

The clown shrugged and spread his hands.

Bruce quickly weighed the strength of the two sides and then let go.

The clown stood firm on the ground, bent over and covered his neck and coughed a few times. He gasped and recovered quickly. When he straightened up, he directly pulled out the pistol from the waist of the mercenary beside him, turned his hand to Louise and pulled it directly.

trigger.

boom!

boom!

Two gunshots were fired, it was difficult to tell the order.

Louise was so frightened that she knelt down.

But the gun in the clown's hand was knocked out directly, and the bullet he fired also fell behind Louise.

The clown suddenly turned around, his eyes finally showing a fierce light.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Bruce: "I can't just watch you hurt her."

"You know I only hurt her, not killed her, so you shouldn't stop me."

"I will definitely stop you!"

"Yeah?"

The clown suddenly dropped the gun and opened his arms: "Then you can kill me. As long as I die, I guarantee that they will not be able to stop you and you can easily rescue her."

"You can't stop me even if you live."

"No, if I were alive, I would have a hundred ways to stop you. I guarantee you will never dare to attack me again."

Bruce took a step forward: "Then just try it!"

The clown also stepped forward, and the two of them were almost touching each other.

"In Gotham City, not only do you have the big treasure I left behind, but my cellmate is an excellent psychology tutor and chemistry expert. He is also your old friend. He has also prepared some surprises for you."

Hearing this, Bruce's eyes suddenly shrank.

Just hearing the label described by the clown, he already got the answer clearly.

scarecrow!

"I didn't expect that you guys actually got together."

The clown looked regretful: "If I had known that I would be able to meet you today, I would have brought the others out with me. They are all your old friends, but you have not gone to see them for so many years.
To be continued...