The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3457 Research on Cats and Dogs (V)

"Lex, I'm in some trouble and I'm flying to your manor now. Be prepared." Clark clicked the watch on his hand.

"Don't worry, I've seen it a long time ago." Lex's voice came from the watch, "I found the information of the guy who is chasing you now. He is from the Injustice League in a certain universe."

"Injustice?"

"Yes, in some universes, you used your military power to rule the world, killed all opponents, established a superhuman regime, and established an organization that was exactly the opposite of the Justice League - the 'Injustice League' with the superheroes who submitted to him."

"How childish." Clark snorted.

"That's not a bad assessment." Lex said in a relaxed tone, "From what I've observed, no superhero regime has ever been successful. But Batman doesn't always win, and sometimes he gets beaten up pretty badly."

"What about the other couple?"

"It's unclear, but it looks like there's a good relationship between the two of them. You know this isn't good news."

In the blink of an eye, Clark brought Bruce to the sky above Luther Manor. He slowly descended, and just as he landed on the roof of Luther Manor, a blue protective shield slowly rose.

The laser from Injustice Superman's Cyclops hit the protective shield without leaving any ripples. Clark gave him a mocking look and carried Bruce into the manor.

The other Superman took Batman to the rooftop of a nearby building.

"Am I dreaming?" Batman said, "After this universe's Superman attacked us with a heat ray, he brought this universe's Batman to this universe's Luthor's home. I can't help but ask, what is the relationship between them?"

Superman also scratched his head and said, "It doesn't look like they are coercing Luthor... I mean, it doesn't look like they are coerced by Luthor."

"That guy is looking over here." Batman said, "Let's go first and figure out what our mission is."

After the two of them left, Batman appeared on the roof of the building next to them, and Superman also slowly landed there.

"This universe is much more interesting than I thought." Unjust Superman said, "Perhaps we should find out who is ruling here. Are you surprised to hear the name of Clark Kent? I believe he has the potential."

"He's not you, Carl," Batman said.

"Don't call me that." When Superman stared at Batman with his light blue eyes, his dark pupils looked like a coiled venomous snake.

"Do you still know who you are? Clark or Carl?" Batman looked straight ahead and said expressionlessly, "You always force others to think about this question, but we all know that you haven't figured it out yourself. Is it that you don't want to or can't?"

"Do you think that even after what happened, I should have stayed in the past? Be a good little boy named Clark Kent?!"

"You don't have to be Clark Kent, but do you really want to be Kal-El? If you want to have a good talk with me, then you have to figure this out first."

Superman turned his head back, still looking forward, but his red-gauntleted hands slowly clenched into fists, using all his strength to suppress the uncontrollable nausea that churned in his stomach when he heard Batman call him Carl.

Humans created Clark Kent, and then ruthlessly abandoned him. So he chose to become Kal-El, a Kryptonian who didn't care about the Earth. It seems that Batman chose to accept it, so what is he disgusted with?

The skyline of the Metropolis at night always remains the same, with the roof of the Luther Building flashing red, followed by the Metropolitan Theater and the Museum, and then the traffic flowing out from the intersection of Emerald Street, a peaceful and prosperous scene.

Clark put Bruce on the bed, gave him another hangover pill, and then pulled the quilt over him.

Walking out of the bedroom door and downstairs, Lex was sitting at the table looking at the computer. When he walked over, Lex pointed to a box on the table. Clark walked over and picked it up, and found it was a mobile phone.

"I didn't send it to you before because it's not fully developed yet." Lex said without looking up, "You know, Luthor Group never provides semi-finished products to users, not even internal test versions. How about giving it a try?"

Clark took the phone out of the box and found that it was a square, but foldable phone. After opening it, a holographic screen popped up automatically, and the Luthor Group's boot animation appeared on the screen.

Lex turned around and said, "The latest Luthor phone is equipped with pupil tracking light technology. This screen is only visible to you. This is the inspiration I got from the fighting world."

“Not bad,” Clark commented pertinently. “If it’s available, I’ll recommend it to my colleagues. They really need this kind of privacy feature.”

"So that they can keep everything from being leaked when they are caught secretly taking photos and their phones are checked?" Lex smiled. "You're overthinking it. Cell phone data has no anti-theft function, so you'd better not lose it."

"We are reporters, not paparazzi from a third-rate tabloid." Clark didn't say much, put his phone in his pocket, and then said, "What was that protective shield just now?"

"That's old news. After I graduated from college, I used the technology of Gotham's weather system on the manor. That thing is an energy shield. As long as the energy level does not exceed the protection range, it is safe."

Clark sighed and sat down. "But we can't stay here forever. I guess the plot point mentioned in the news is coming."

"I just did some research," Lex said. "At this time in other universes, the most likely accident to happen in Metropolis is that your relatives come to visit."

"My relatives?"

"Yes, a Kryptonian named Zod. He was sentenced to exile to the Phantom Zone for many years for various charges. After Krypton was destroyed, he has always wanted to invade Earth and transform it into his second home."

"Ridiculous," Clark commented briefly.

"Honestly, haven't you ever thought about this?" Lex looked at Clark with some amusement and said, "Don't you want to rebuild your home planet?"

"It should be rebuilt on Krypton, not on Earth." Clark shook his head slightly and said, "I know nothing about it except the ship that brought me here. Maybe one day I can go back and pay tribute to her."

"Why? Don't you want to know the truth of what happened back then, and don't you want to avenge her?"

"There are tens of millions of me on my home planet, but they still couldn't avoid the fate of destruction. This proves that this matter cannot be changed by one or two Kryptonians. Even if I want to do something, it's not that simple. This requires long-term planning."

"But Zod obviously doesn't think so." Lex took out a document from the side and handed it to Clark, then said, "This is the information I collected from other me in the fighting world. Zod is a dangerous person."

Clark picked up the document and flipped through it, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The information Lex collected was very comprehensive, covering the destruction of Krypton in most of the universe.

Although each universe is slightly different, they are generally similar. In general, it is a self-inflicted consequence, and it is just a microcosm of the destruction of countless civilizations in the universe.

Krypton's experience is somewhat similar to Asgard. At a certain period, powerful Kryptonians were spread throughout the universe. Even within the range of the red sun, they were not as strong as within the range of the yellow sun, but their technological level should not be underestimated. They were considered a very advanced civilization in the universe.

However, they inevitably embarked on the old path of class stratification, just like the late Qing Dynasty. Although the territory was vast and the population was prosperous, the ruling class locked themselves on the mother planet in order to consolidate their rule.

Although the final destruction was also fueled by other civilizations and the little blue men, it is undeniable that without the existence of the Parliament, even with multiple disasters and alien invasions, the powerful Kryptonians would not have died almost without a single one left overnight.

After a while, Clark said, "Zod may not be coming for the Earth, but for me. He seems to have placed his hope of reviving Krypton on me."

"That's the point of doubt." Lex tapped the table with his fingertips and said, "He's also a Kryptonian. If he wants to rebuild Krypton, he can do it himself. Why would he come to you?"

"This proves that he may not just want to rebuild Krypton, but just want to invade the Earth." Clark threw the document aside and said, "Maybe he was once a hero, but what he is doing now is just following the old path of his people, and there will be no good results."

Clark paused, turned his head and looked upstairs, then said to Lex: "Bruce is awake."

"Are you sure he's sober? If he goes crazy again, I'll throw both of you out."

Clark smiled and said, "Don't worry, judging by the time, his madness should be over. But you will have to listen to his complaints later."

Before he finished speaking, Bruce came out of the bedroom, holding the back of his neck, shaking his head and saying, "Who put me on the guillotine when I was drunk? Why can't I feel my neck?"

"At least you still have your head." Lex said gloatingly, crossing his legs and putting his hands on the armrests, looking like he was watching a joke.

"Alright." Bruce raised his hands and placed them heavily on the railing in front of him. He stood on the second floor and looked at the two people below and said, "Now, let the great Batman lead you through this crisis!"

"Now I remember you're Batman." Clark pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "It's hard to imagine that there are three Batmen in Metropolis now. It's an unprecedented disaster."

"Now you can leave me behind and find someone else to be your teammate." Bruce slapped the railing again and said, "Go find your favorite Batman. You'll have plenty to choose from!"

After saying that, he turned back to the bedroom and slammed the door. Clark sighed where he was.

"Why do I feel like he's not mentally normal again?"

"When has he ever been sane?"

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

"Is there any information on those two Batmen?" Clark asked.

"Are you really going to look for Batman?"

Clark rubbed his forehead and said, "If it's really General Zod who comes this time, the Supermen won't sit idly by and they might cause a big mess. Batman, who is in the same universe as them, had better be able to hold them back."

Lex sighed, turned back to face the computer, and said while typing on the keyboard: "Why do I feel that your positions and Batman's positions are reversed? If it were another universe, it should be Batman who is sitting here sighing at me now."

"Don't be ridiculous. Batman won't come to Luthor. He would rather cooperate with the evil Superman than come to you."

"That's right. We are not meant to get along. So the next task of holding Bruce back is up to you."

Clark let out a long sigh.