The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3456 Research on Cats and Dogs (IV)

"Why do you keep it?"

"What's left?"

The hand covered with red metal gauntlets tore off the black tablecloth covering the round table, revealing a huge Justice League logo. However, there was a long crack in the middle of the logo, as if there was already an insurmountable gap between the two people standing in front of the table.

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

The man standing in front of the table didn't even know that his gaze stayed on the sign for dozens of seconds. During this time, there was no disgust or hatred, only nostalgia and loneliness that seemed to drown the entire room.

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

And most strikingly, his neck and back of the neck were covered with blue metal armor, spreading upwards to wrap around his jaw and half of the back of his head.

This makes him look not as confident and calm as other superheroes. Instead, he looks a little more alert and cautious, and looks even colder and unapproachable.

The unjust Superman Clark Kent, or the last Kryptonian Kal-El, revealed his light blue eyes the moment he looked up, like a sky that was about to dissipate clouds.

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

An unjust Superman who seems gentler but more ruthless.

In the plot of the previous game, Superman and Batman have completely turned against each other.

However, things are unpredictable. Brainiac, who destroyed Superman's home planet, has returned, and Batman realizes that he needs Superman's help to deal with this terrible mastermind.

So, they paused their fight and chose to sit down and talk. After many superheroes gathered together, they left tacitly, leaving only Batman and Superman standing in front of the meeting table of the former Justice League, looking at each other in silence.

Who would be nostalgic at this time? It must be Batman. But who stayed at this table until the end? Why was it Kal-El, a complete alien?

When Superman's eyes moved away from the Justice League logo, many images flashed before his eyes. The light that made him unable to open his eyes reminded him of the sunshine in Kansas. When the white light in front of his eyes disappeared, he had already appeared in this white and mysterious space.

"Welcome to the fighting world."

The dull thud of boots hitting 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 turned to look at him, and he used his eyes to tell everyone except Batman: "Get out."

When they all left, only Superman and Batman were left in the room. Batman didn't seem to think that Superman would come to him at this time. After all, a few days ago they were mortal enemies who wanted to kill each other. If it weren't for the powerful enemy now, they would never be in the same room together.

"You're invited," Superman said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Batman said as usual.

"Don't talk nonsense," Superman showed an impatient expression, "Opening that invitation will be much more useful than digging out that old thing that has been covered in dust in the warehouse for who knows how long."

"You think that would be useful in fighting off Brainiac?"

"You can't be more useful than me. So... you have to listen to me." Superman spoke the last few words lightly, sounding confident of victory.

"I hope things always go the way you wish." Batman walked up to him and said as he passed by him.

"Of course." Superman replied expressionlessly.

Not every universe is always hostile, dull and depressing.

Although Batman is always busy, there is still a small amount of time when he can throw himself on the sofa without any scruples after a busy day, smell the aroma of muffins coming from the kitchen, and let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, Bruce sat up abruptly, turned to Alfred in the kitchen and said, "Did I mention that I'm going to watch a variety show with Clark and Diana tonight?"

"You mean the 'Bodin Dress Up Show'?"

"Yes, it should be shown on Wednesday, right?"

"I'm sorry, sir, it's Thursday."

Bruce just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Alfred say, "Today is Thursday."

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

"Oh my god, I thought you were going to cancel your appointment again," Diana said while braiding her hair for the camera. "Our busy man Wayne always happens to be busy every Thursday."

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

"Yes, only when the TV station broadcasts a program you don't like, there happens to be a crime in Gotham that you have to deal with." Clark seemed to be writing a script on the computer, and occasionally tilted his head to look at the camera and said, "Or your little birds happen to get into trouble that is not too big or too small, and it takes an hour and twenty minutes to solve it."

"But that art appreciation show by Steven is really boring." Bruce spread his hands and said, "Only you two can watch it. None of us in the family can."

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

"That's mean, Diana!" the two men in the camera shouted together. Bruce then turned right and took the muffin from Alfred, while Clark took a cup of tea from Lois.

Just as Bruce was squeezing syrup onto the muffins, the gate to the manor was kicked open with a bang, and three fluffy little birds rolled in.

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

"You were the one who insisted on getting out of the car first. Otherwise, how could we have scattered the parts? Hurry up and take this, or we won't be able to put it together later!"

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

Bruce turned around and saw Jason holding several large boxes in his hands, Tim pushing him from behind, and Damian holding a bunch of messy building blocks.

"Your children are home early," Diana said while chewing a snack.

"Ever since Jason came back from the world of the little block man, he has fallen in love with building blocks. Never mind them, the show is about to begin... Clark! Clark!"

Bruce expressed his dissatisfaction with Clark disappearing from the camera, but the bespectacled reporter soon returned.

"Sorry, I'm checking the news in the fighting world." Clark picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, then said, "I have plans to participate in the game in the near future, what about you?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't. I've been busy with work lately." Diana shrugged and said, "Of course, I hope you understand that I am deliberately creating opportunities for you."

"I don't need it," Bruce said. "I'd be the first choice for any of you to play with, and I know that. But I'm free."

"Is Dick's cold getting better?" Clark asked.

"He's getting much better, especially after knowing that his share of ice cream was given to Jason. He's recovering at the maximum speed a human can."

"Then it's a deal," Clark said, "I'll see you in Doujie next Wednesday."

"Have you picked your copy?"

"I don't have any choice. I'll just take whichever one I draw," Clark said with a sigh.

"Then why don't you ask me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Bruce. Don't I know your luck? There's no way you can draw a better one than me."

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

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

"Isn't this your favorite show?" Diana said, "Today's dress-up show was quite exciting, but why do you look a little... uh, a little dead?"

"I bet he went to the lottery," Clark said, unplugging the earphone cord. "Trying desperately to prove that he's luckier than me, but in reality..."

"At least I got a copy!" Bruce said angrily, "and it looks pretty good. The Superman and Batman there are very young, maybe we can give them some pointers!"

"I hope so," Clark said, removing his headphones. "I hope they're not like we were when we were young."

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

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

Clark opened his mouth, pursed his lips and said, "Even if you ignored me for two months because I woke you up by flying in your house in the middle of the night and making noise, I would never treat you so rudely."

"Yeah, you're just going to torture me by getting all the general knowledge questions wrong on the quiz show," Bruce said.

And Clark, the local Clark, stopped moving when he noticed someone at the end of the alley.

But it was a little too late, because Bruce had been knocked down by him and now fainted on the ground. There were witnesses, evidence and eyewitnesses.

He hoped that the people who saw all this were not visitors from another world, but obviously, things always turned out to be the worst.

Out of the alley stepped a Superman and a Batman.

"Let him go," said the fully armed Batman.

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

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

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

"It seems our luck is not very good." Superman whispered to Batman from behind, "Another evil duo."

"Let's not go over there yet." Batman said, "It's not a good idea to get into a dispute with them in the city. If they want to fight here, we must make sure that no innocent people are harmed."

"I think so, but I don't think a fight will break out. After all, no matter how evil someone is, we still have to consider..."

Zhi——! ! !
Superman at the back quickly took Batman back, while Batman in front was stunned and was pulled by Superman to avoid Clark's heat ray.

But it can be seen 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.

The look in his eyes made it clear: "Which one of you is the villain?"

Clark didn't stop at all. After forcing back two pairs of Batman and Superman with his heat vision, he grabbed Bruce and flew up, his red eyes full of warnings.

Seeing that neither Batman nor Superman had any intention of moving forward, he slowly took Bruce and flew in one direction.

"Follow him." Superman in front also jumped up, without paying any attention to Batman, and immediately chased after the figure in front.