The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3462 Research on Cats and Dogs ()

Hal took a deep breath, and it seemed that he had to use a lot of effort to suppress his anger. He scratched his hair and said, "I am going to reorganize the arrangements for extraterrestrial defense. I need an assistant. Arthur, you stay. I just want to talk to you about the Atlantis students in the Mercury base."

Diana stood up first, then Clark, and finally Bruce stood up and pushed the chair in.

Batman and Superman, who were sitting on their chairs, were at a loss for a moment, but when they saw everyone standing up and walking out, they had no choice but to stand up as well.

Even Lex left his office and said to Hal inside before closing the door: "Next Monday morning, Luthor Group will launch three satellites. That is not a UFO. Don't let your subordinates shoot it down."

"Okay, I'll tell them." Hal waved his hand.

After Lex went out, he answered a phone call. While talking on the phone, he walked to the right, looking like he was going to arrange work.

The local Justice League trio and the outsiders Superman and Batman stood in the corridor.

"So where do we go now?" Batman asked. "Do you have any other offices here?"

"What are you going to do in the office?" Diana asked soul-searchingly.

"I think we can discuss something. We always can," Batman said. "Is this the end of our work for today?"

"That's right." Bruce nodded and said, "It's getting late now. We should go watch TV."

"Watch TV?" Superman couldn't help asking, "You guys plan to watch TV?"

But what he really wants to ask is, with a pair of dangerous Superman and Batman running around the city, and Metropolis very likely to be invaded by aliens, is your next job to watch TV?
Diana looked at Clark, Clark looked at Bruce, and Bruce looked at Diana.

Ten minutes later, the three of them plopped down on the couch, Diana unpacking a bag of home-packed chips, Clark stirring the ice in a large Coke, and Bruce pressing the TV remote.

Batman and Superman sat behind the two of them.

"Do you recall some of your youth?" Batman turned to Superman and asked.

"I definitely don't recall the first time the two of us went to the movies, you only bought a big bucket of popcorn," Superman replied without looking away.

"That's because there was only one bucket left." Batman raised his voice slightly, but seemed not to want others to hear him, and continued, "I beat you at rock-paper-scissors, so the bucket belonged to me, but you ate it in the end. Isn't this a wonderful memory?"

"I didn't say no. What are you so excited about?"

Batman curled the corner of his mouth and turned his head back, his eyes falling on the TV.

When Batman saw the familiar face on the screen, he couldn't help but curse: "Oh, damn. How come there is also a bastard Steven in this universe?!"

Appearing on the TV screen was a well-mannered middle-aged man wearing a slightly exaggerated colored glasses frame, talking about an antique vase.

"This guy's hosting skills are terrible and he has no artistic taste at all. He often praises some rotten antiques to the sky but turns a blind eye to real works of art." Batman commented.

"Just because he commented on a painting that 'it looks like a tie Bruce Wayne would choose', you're completely resentful of him?" Superman exposed him.

"Call me Batman." Batman said sullenly.

Just as he was thinking of countless impolite words to say to the host on the TV screen, some even more impolite words came from the sofa in front of him.

"Why is this piece of shit still hosting the show?!" Bruce's tone was three parts angry and three parts genuine doubt. "He said he was wearing the worst color-matching glasses of the century, and he had the nerve to laugh at my tie?!"

"It's been so long, and you still remember it." Clark said helplessly.

"I am impressed by his shamelessness." Bruce emphasized, picked up the remote control again, changed the channel sharply, and said, "I will not contribute to his broadcast volume."

He changed several channels but couldn't find any good programs. Then, he suddenly had an idea and entered a channel number.

A news channel appeared on the screen, but there was no host. The camera was pointed directly at a street where a red Chevrolet was speeding, followed by a long line of police cars.

Clark and Diana sighed in unison. Diana threw a potato chip into her mouth and said, "You just love watching this."

Clark leaned a little closer and looked at the details written below. It was not surprising: "Image source: Gotham Traffic News Channel."

Bruce also moved closer to the TV, watched it carefully, and then said, "Those powerful guys in the Gotham Police Department didn't come out. This kid's level today is not very good."

"Same old story," Diana said, pulling out the small ice bucket from under the table. "He's not going to get away."

"Then I'll bet he can run away." Clark put the Coke aside and put his ice bucket on the table.

Bruce looked left and right and said, "You all go all in? That's a bit too big, isn't it? If you lose, you'll only have room temperature Coke to drink tonight."

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, Bruce also placed his ice bucket on the table and said, "Then I bet he can't get away. This guy is clearly not up to the task."

The three of them stared at the screen. The red Chevrolet had obviously been modified, and it accelerated very fast in a straight line, leaving the police car behind it behind without a trace.

Clark was about to clench his fist, but when he reached the bend ahead, the driver, for some unknown reason, not only did he not slow down, but he also tried to drift through the bend. As a result, he ended up killing himself.

The car skidded off the road and crashed into a green belt. Smoke billowed from the rear of the car. The following police surrounded him, each holding a semi-automatic rifle. The driver in the driver's seat had no choice but to run out and lie down.

Bruce and Diana turned around and high-fived offscreen. Clark sighed and poured all the ice from his bucket into theirs.

He shook the little ice in the Coke cup in his hand and showed a look of disgust. Even dogs wouldn't drink Coke at room temperature.

Clark's ears moved, and he glanced at Bruce and Diana who were discussing the show. While they were not paying attention, he quietly spit into the Coke cup.

But he forgot that there was another Superman in the room. The Superman sitting in the back immediately nudged Batman with his elbow and said, "He cheated. He used freezing breath."

Batman looked at the Coke without ice in his hand, then looked at Superman with a smile on his face, and turned down the corner of his mouth.

He turned his eyes to the TV screen again, and suddenly realized something. He turned his head to look at the bright blue sky of the metropolis outside the projection room, and then looked at the watch on his arm.

13:23 in the afternoon.

The Gotham City on the live screen was sunny and cloudless.

Am I crazy or is the world crazy?

Soon, Gotham's traffic news channel began broadcasting another car chase live.

This time the protagonist is much more powerful than the last one. He is driving an American muscle car on the road, but unlike the last one, he is not so aggressive as drifting. Instead, he is driving in a racing style, accelerating in a straight line, and soon he has left the police behind. Only a helicopter can capture his position.

Compared to Batman who was always distracted by other issues, Superman was more focused on the show. Although this was not his first time watching a car chase show, this one was indeed a show of masters, and it was particularly exciting.

Chasing behind the muscle car was the most commonly used model of the Gotham Police Department - the Dodge Charger. Three cars, one in front and two behind, sped along the road with police lights on, and slowly caught up with the car in front.

Seeing that the car in front was about to hit the rear of the fleeing vehicle, Superman clenched his fists nervously.

But the fleeing vehicle was also very cunning and noticed the intention of the police car behind it. It first turned left to avoid the PIT, and then accelerated straight to get rid of the police car behind it.

The three people sitting on the sofa sighed in unison. The opportunity just now was very good. There was no car in the opposite lane. If they could have collided successfully, they should have caught it. This driver is too cunning.

After that, the police car also tried to stop the car several times, but it was either avoided or did not cause much impact. And after getting close, it was found that the car had also been modified and was likely equipped with a fuel tank that was much larger than normal. It was not a solution to continue like this.

The helicopter camera captured the police officer in the leading police car picking up the walkie-talkie and saying something. Not long after, a thin golden line appeared in the middle of the road.

At first Batman thought the live broadcast was distorted, until the camera on the TV station's helicopter gave a close-up shot. Batman then realized that it was not, the thin golden line was a golden light.

"Flash?" Batman called out the name he guessed, and he felt a little speechless. Wasn't Flash still in college? How did he have time to run over and chase the car?

Although he was somewhat puzzled by the appearance of the Flash, Batman did not think that this would be an effective way to stop the car. Because just running faster than the car was useless, what was needed was to stop it without hurting the driver or passers-by. Maybe the Flash was going to put a tire puncture device?

But the development of the matter was far beyond Batman's expectations. Because from a few seconds ago, the end of the golden line began to turn black, as if some terrible curse was entangled and gradually devoured the golden light.

The figure running in front circled the car, and the space within the range of the golden line seemed to gradually crack, and an indescribable black force burst out from the cracks.

As the police car slowly slowed down, the fleeing vehicle in front of it suddenly stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed on that small piece of space. Then the car body broke into pieces, leaving only the driver standing in the autumn wind, shivering.

The police quickly rushed over and held him down. The golden thread disappeared, never showing up from beginning to end. But the shot cut back to the studio confirmed Batman's guess, and the host thanked the Flash for his contribution to Gotham's law and order.

Well, that's good, Batman thought, as the Flash fought crime in Gotham while Batman sat in front of the TV and watched.

Batman turned his head and glanced out the window. The drones of the Luthor Group were gathering into a swarm, and it was unknown in which direction they were flying.

Aliens are about to invade Metropolis, and the man outside saving the world is called Lex Luthor.

What? You ask Superman?

Batman looked down and saw that the Coke cup in his hand had been frozen to his hand. Superman turned his head to look out the window and whistled guiltily.