American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 997 The Imminent Superpower War

Bruce could no longer tolerate the Pharaoh's "nonsense." He growled, his anger finally breaking down the dam of reason.

It wasn't because of the insult, but because the Pharaoh's words were like a poisonous thorn, piercing his deepest unease and doubts.

With a roar, Bruce charged forward, his batarangs whistling through the air as they hurtled toward the Pharaoh.

Faced with Bruce's attack, the Pharaoh moved faster than human limits.

He merely tilted his head slightly, and the batarang grazed the ends of his golden hair, embedding itself deeply into the control panel behind him, sparks flying.

At the same time, he exerted force with his feet, and the heavy metal control panel, as if propelled by an invisible force, slammed into Bruce with a dull whistle.

Bruce reacted quickly, dodging with a nimble side roll, but the Pharaoh was already right behind him.

There are no fancy moves, only pure speed, power, and pinpoint precision in combat techniques.

The opponent's experience, development of physical limits, and control over the rhythm of battle have all reached an unbelievable level.

Bruce was surprised that his opponent, who looked sickly, was so good at fighting. He was immediately suppressed and forced to retreat.

There was a "bang" sound,
The Pharaoh's fist grazed Bruce's breastplate, leaving a clear dent.

Then his opponent delivered a powerful sweeping kick, forcing Bruce to jump backward.

The two men move and collide at high speed in the cramped cockpit.

The metal bulkhead groaned under the tremendous impact, and the broken cables thrashed through the air like dying snakes.

Bruce took two steps back, not noticing that his foot had landed on a floorboard.

"Crack"!
The floor he stepped on immediately released a strong electric current.

Bruce's body stiffened instantly.

Seizing an opening in Bruce's parry, Ozymandias's arm cut through the defensive circle and gripped Batman's wrist.

"Look outside, Batman!"

The Pharaoh's voice rang in Bruce's ears, "Look at the city you swore to protect! Look at its true form!"

Just as Batman was momentarily stunned, Ozymaniac suddenly spun around and exerted his strength.

Bruce felt like a stone thrown by a catapult, his whole body being flung towards the spaceship's cracked observation window by an irresistible force!
"Crash!!!"

The reinforced glass shattered completely under the enormous impact.

Bruce's figure was like a kite with a broken string, violently thrown out of the spaceship and plummeting towards Gotham Harbor below.

The wind howled mournfully in my ears.

Despite the pain, Bruce jerked his hand up as he plummeted, and the grappling hook shot out with a hiss, precisely biting into the steel beam of an abandoned crane tower below.

The powerful pull instantly taut the rope, forcefully stopping his downward momentum.

However, directly below where he hovered was a chaotic shantytown on the edge of the port area.

The ear-piercing sound of shattering glass and the sight of Batman suddenly plummeting from the sky had already alarmed the crowd gathered below.

"It's Batman! Look, it's Batman!"

A figure suddenly emerged from the crowd.

Then more people saw Batman.

The anger, despair, and long-suppressed resentment of the Gotham people were completely ignited at this moment!

"It's Batman!"

"That self-righteous vigilante!"

"Drag him down!"

The roar erupted like a tsunami.

The crowd surged towards the base of the crane like an enraged swarm of ants.

Countless hands reached into the air and grabbed the grappling hook rope that was still swaying slightly.

He didn't care that his rough hands were cut by the fibers, and his blood stained the rope.

"open!"

Bruce growled, trying to retract the grappling hook, but the force gathering below far exceeded his expectations.

The rope taut to its limit in an instant, groaning under the strain.

"Pull! Pull him down!"

More people joined in, and the rope trembled violently.

Bruce gripped the rope tightly with one hand, while trying to launch a second grappling hook to secure himself with the other, but the violent pull from below made it impossible for him to aim.

"boom!"

The hook's fixing buckle rubbed against the metal beam, producing dazzling sparks, and finally, unable to withstand the pressure, it snapped off.

Bruce, along with the ropes pulling him down, fell heavily to the ground.

He crashed directly into the surging crowd.

Fists, kicks, and foul language rained down from all directions.

The cold rain, mixed with the stench of sweat, blood, and rotting garbage, instantly engulfed him.

The hard toe of a boot slammed into his chest and abdomen, while rough fists pounded against his helmet and shoulder armor with a dull thud.

Some people tore at his cloak, while others struck his arms with sticks.

The angry faces of Gotham's inhabitants were distorted by the rain, their eyes burning with long-suppressed resentment and hatred for the "privileged."

Bruce curled up, using his arm guards to protect his head and face, enduring the relentless beatings. Surrounded by countless angry punches, kicks, and screams, Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham, felt for the first time the ground beneath his feet cracking open.

at the same time.

Padric Estate.

The living room was filled with a mixture of the smell of snacks and the tension of stagnant air.

The light from the television illuminated a group of people in various poses on the sofa and carpet.

Jane Foster is hugging a plush pillow, her brow furrowed.

Ciri, standing beside her, had silver hair that shimmered in the screen light as she watched television intently.

Kara stood ramrod straight, her blue eyes fixed on the television screen.

Mordred sat at the front of the carpet, holding her golden retriever Murphy, her little face tense.

Murphy seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere as well, and a low sob escaped his throat.

Raven and Azu sat behind the group, watching the live broadcast on television with equally serious expressions.

In the center of the screen is a live broadcast signal from Russia's national television, and standing in front of the camera is Andreas, Russia's superhero "Burning Warrior".

He was surrounded by a visible red aura.

"...Don't compare me to those 'products' you concoct in your labs."

Andeva's voice came through the translator: "I was not created by the Russian government, but was transformed into what I am now because of the Chernobyl disaster."

His fist clenched, and the energy aura around him suddenly intensified.

Endeavor took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely serious as he looked directly at each audience member: "Therefore, I understand better than anyone what unrestrained power means, and I abhor more than anyone the use of such power as a political tool, as a weapon to wantonly violate the sovereignty of other countries."

His voice suddenly rose, “Just yesterday, America’s ‘heroes,’ the White Dove and the Warhawk, brazenly crossed the border and launched an attack on Chechens without any authorization, resulting in multiple deaths. This is not an act of heroism; it is blatant terrorism and a brutal trampling on Russian sovereignty and law!”

The on-screen portrayal of Endeavor didn't give the audience much time to process it.

He stepped forward and continued, "For a long time, the whole world has seen clearly that the so-called 'superheroes' have long been turned into super-destructive weapons in the hands of the United States government, which are not bound by international law and can be used arbitrarily."

"Faced with such a severe threat, Russia will not sit idly by. We hereby announce that, effective immediately, we will indefinitely close the entry lanes to all individuals holding U.S. citizenship or suspected of being superhumans influenced by U.S. superpower projects!"

"We hereby solemnly declare: Russia's goal is to completely eliminate all superhuman threats created by the government of the United States of America!"

"Are they crazy?!"

Mark looked at the others in shock, "Eliminate all American superhumans?"

He glanced at Kara and Clark instinctively, as if to confirm whether he was also on that "threat" list.

Azu let out a disdainful snort, "They're all talk and no action, let them come to the farm and see."

Ciri's voice was filled with worry as she addressed the group, "This is a declaration of war. If left unchecked, it might actually trigger a war."

Clark listened to the discussion, a worried look appearing on his face.

For some reason, the dream he had on Halloween came back to him.

His anxiety was growing stronger.

Just then, a faint sound of a key turning came from outside, followed by familiar, steady footsteps.

The heated discussion in the living room seemed to be paused, and all eyes turned to the living room archway.

Peter appeared at the doorway.

He had just taken off his cashmere coat, and in his other hand he was carrying a paper bag with the Gotham Bakery logo, which smelled of fresh bread and butter.

Peter's eyes casually swept across the living room, immediately catching the unusually heavy atmosphere.

"Father!"

Little Mordred was the first to react, springing up from the carpet like a little cannonball and stumbling towards Peter while holding Murphy.

Peter hugged her tightly and ruffled her hair.

After handing the bread to an excited Mordred, Peter listened quietly to the children's reports, each with its own emotions and perspectives.

After listening, Peter did not immediately express his opinion, but simply reached out and picked up the remote control from the coffee table.

"drop."

With a soft click, the screen went dark.

"so."

Peter looked at the group and said, "So you're worried about this sparking a war among superpowered individuals?"

Jane nodded. "The situation outside is getting worse and worse. I even feel that the people in the town are looking at me strangely. It seems that the public's hostility towards superpowered people is getting more and more serious."

Peter stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said to everyone, "From today onwards, no one is allowed to go out without permission."

He had a feeling that something was going on, so he told the kids to stay home for now.

"correct."

Peter looked around and noticed something important.

Wonder Woman has disappeared!
"Where is Diana?"

Hearing Peter's question, Carla coughed and said to him, "I forgot to tell you, this evening Diana and I encountered a group of Amazons. They said Queen Hippolyta has important business to discuss with Diana."

Peter: "."

Could it be that these Amazons tricked Diana into going back to prevent her from participating in this potential conflict?

(End of this chapter)