Spine Gu: Devouring from the Spirit Cage

"wele~wele~"

Constantly adapting to the English mechanical sound, it was finally determined to be an elegant female voice, "Analysis shows that the operating efficiency of the spaceship is 37%. Do you want to take over the operation?"

"Yes," Luther tilted his head and coughed excitedly, "Yes, I want it!"

"Very well, let's get started," said the spacecraft system, "The Kryptonian archives contain knowledge from a hundred thousand different worlds."

"Very good, teach me." Luthor's eyes became solid, and he longed for some way to kill Superman.

……

Batman's bunker.

After returning from the police station, grandpa never rested.

He opened the previously stolen Lex Group file and began to study the structure of kryptonite.

An hour later, the laser cutter is activated and begins microsegmenting the stone.

The night passed until the early morning hours.

"Don't tell me you stayed up all night," A Fu, the old butler of Wayne's house, walked in, a little helplessly, "You are not young anymore."

"Even if I become an old man, I must do it."

Grandpa was serious at the moment, and carefully picked up a short sword on the workbench. The tip and edge of the blade emitted green fluorescence.

Except for kryptonite, the rest of the parts are also made of the same high-density material as the bat armor, which has good toughness.

There were a few small scraps left, which Grandpa fashioned into three cannonballs, which, though not fatal, could make Superman bleed out.

"Just rely on this?" The housekeeper is not optimistic about his young master. "Sometimes you should admit that you are just a mortal, instead of blindly stubborn. Besides, it seems that he is not our enemy at present."

Grandpa said seriously, "First of all, kryptonite can weaken the cells of Kryptonians, and can easily cut through their flesh and pierce their bodies. Killing him is not a dream,

Also, how long have we been in Gotham?Such things as temperamental changes and inconsistency between good and evil are commonplace. He may be a good person today, but what about tomorrow?What if he was seized and coerced?

He holds the power to easily destroy human beings. Even if there is only a [-]% chance, I can't really wait for that day to come! "

The housekeeper was speechless for a moment. Although he was very unwilling to take care of the young master since he was a child and seek his own death, he was a master and servant with a deep friendship after all. No matter what the young master did, he would fully support him.

noon.

Roche restaurant.

"How do we define goodness?"

"In a democracy, kindness means communication, not unilateral decisions, so I urge Superman, come to Capitol Hill tomorrow, look at the suffering people, the world needs to know what happened in that desert, it needs to Knowing where he stands, to what extent will he wield his power, is he doing our will, or his own?"

On the TV, the congresswoman is speaking at a press conference, and the subject matter is the frame-up plot planned by Luthor.

In the restaurant, there were still three people.

"Boss, have we not done business all morning?" Irene asked suspiciously.

"Focus on state affairs, earning money is so boring," Luo Ke pointed at the TV and smiled, "Don't worry, the salary will be paid."

Irene muttered and lowered her voice, "You are such a salty fish, and you don't welcome the guests who come to the door. I always feel that you are an undercover agent with another identity. Could it be that you really solved the black-eyed society?!"

"That's right, I turned into a superhero that night and used my superpowers to kill people, eliminate harm for the people, punish evil and promote good." Luo Ke joked.

Irene waved her hand, "The boss was joking again, there are so many superheroes in the world, but thanks to that mysterious man, the merchants in these streets have never been threatened again."

"Hey, these officials really have double standards. If I were a superman, why should I abide by your rules and do things according to other people's wishes? How can I define goodness? It's like bandits killing people and being a virgin on the Internet. .” Wang Teng looked at the TV and said indignantly.

"Just get used to it." Luo Ke smiled lightly.

As the saying goes, don't cry when you see the coffin, don't look back until you hit the south wall, the free country hasn't clearly realized the gap in strength with Superman, and the nuclear bomb has given them too much self-confidence.

On this day, like the eve of Judgment Day, countless people are discussing whether Superman will show up.

Superman Clark was also extremely confused. He returned to his hometown and had a heart-to-heart talk with his mother.

The kind-hearted Ms. Martha told him that he could either attend tomorrow, get rid of his crimes in an upright manner, and become a hero in people's eyes.

Either be anonymous, give up the identity of Superman, and be an ordinary person like a teenager. After all, he doesn't owe the world a cent.

It all depends on his own choice.

Clark thought about it all night and made up his mind.

that night.

Feeling a little uneasy in his heart, Luther came to the Kryptonian spacecraft again.

But this time he brought General Zod's body, and he took it out of the body bag and soaked it in dark yellow water.

The appearance of Rocco made the cautious and suspicious Luthor sleepless all night, and he had already learned that the mysterious annihilation of the Black Eye Society in Gotham was also related to the Lord of Sparks.

There is a high probability that the Lord of Sparks is a superhuman with superpowers!

He simply moved forward tomorrow's matter to today.

"I have accepted your security authority coverage. The Genesis Room is ready to analyze the genetic samples. The genetic material has been found and is being analyzed...the owner has been identified as General Zod of Candor City." The spacecraft system said coldly.

Without saying a word, Luther took out the dagger and cut his palm, letting blood flow on Zod's face.

He then pressed the body to the bottom of the water.

"Warning, the Kryptonian Council has issued a decree strictly prohibiting anyone from giving life to such a hideous deformed body. This is nameless blasphemy!" The system raised the volume.

"So, where is the Kryptonian council?" Luther asked hoarsely.

"Destroyed, sir." The systematic answer was a little helpless.

"Then continue." Luthor's tone was a bit more serious.

"Okay, prepare the chrysalis and start transforming."

Mechanical tentacles extended from all directions, and there were jellyfish-like mechanical bodies swimming in the water, slowly wrapping Zod's body.

Looking at this scene, Luthor couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising wildly, "Yes, yes, this is the real monster that can kill Superman."

He has acquired a great deal of Kryptonian knowledge, as well as the creation of a genetically deformed monster.

Therefore, Nian, who was more paranoid than Batman, wanted him to make such a hole card to ensure that if Batman missed, he could send Superman on the road.

After Luther cleaned up the scene, he left the spaceship ruins with brisk and joyful steps, stepped on the motorcycle, and drove recklessly in the bustling downtown of the metropolis.

Little did they know that on a building hundreds of meters high, Luo Ke was watching him with relief.

It feels great to not have to do anything by yourself, and have everything arranged for you!

"Good show, it's about to start~"

476 These are all the leftovers I played back then (two in one)

The next day.

Today is a cloudy day, with a cool wind blowing constantly, and there is a hint of dampness in the air.

Clark put on the classic red and blue Superman suit, straightened his iconic buttocks and chin in the mirror, and then pushed open the door of the open-air balcony.

Suddenly, he bent down and picked up a small box at the door.

Open it, there is a note and a spark dart inside.

He read aloud out of nowhere, "Wheelchair, invalid perspective, bomb?"

The bewildered Superman looked around, and then scanned around with his clairvoyant eyes, but he didn't find any abnormal people appearing.

Serenity and doubt appeared on his face, because in his perception, except for his mother and Louise, no one else knew that Clark, a reporter from the Global Daily, was Superman.

On weekdays, he relies on glasses that can confuse others' perceptions to conceal his identity.

But now, someone actually came to the door and left a "kind" reminder without him noticing?

Fortunately, this is his personal residence, which made him subconsciously relieved.

Seeing the passage of time, he didn't have any ink marks, and flew straight into the sky.

Clean up the dirty water for himself first, otherwise [-]% of the people will continue to make trouble like this, which makes him feel helpless and tired.

In fact, he is just a good person who acts bravely for justice. He saves lives based on the belief that with greater ability comes greater responsibility. How can he think so much like human beings.

When he was a child, he watched his father die in a tornado. When he grew up, he didn't want to experience the pain and helplessness of that time again. Rescuing others from danger may be regarded as a kind of redemption.

Capitol Hill.

Under the alignment of countless media cameras, Superman fell from the sky.

He glanced back at the fanatical citizens and his girlfriend Louise standing in the front.

People held up signs with praise or insults on them, and their expressions were also polarized. Die-hard fans mixed with sunspots, some expressed their love by shouting, and some kept "greeting" Superman to get him off the earth.

There is even an older brother who drew a big-headed alien pattern on his head and wrote a big "No".

In this regard, Superman ignored, striding into Congress.

Louise anxiously dialed the phone, but there was no answer on the other end.

She was contacting the local woman who had framed Superman.

After being bribed by Luther, the woman realized that she seemed to have fallen into the clutches of the devil, and planned to get lost, so she confessed the truth to the Superman Committee yesterday, and decided to come to testify today and send Luther to prison.

"Quickly answer the phone!" Louise called again, but there was still a busy signal that no one answered.

Because the woman had already been pushed off the subway platform by Luthor's men on the way here, and was crushed into meatloaf by the speeding subway. She paid the price of her life for being tempted by money.

da~da~

Superman walked into the trial hall, and the room that was originally full of discussions was instantly silent.

The officials of the committee cast their eyes one after another, and the heavily armed guards subconsciously pulled the trigger.

There is excitement, fear, awe, and anger. A variety of emotions make the small trial hall a mixed atmosphere.

The dark environment contrasts sharply with the bright blue and red.

He is the only focus!

The congresswoman on the stage glanced suspiciously at an empty seat in the front row, where Lex Luthor's name was marked.

Why is this guy who hates Superman so much absent?

Luther's female assistant next to the empty seat was also confused.

Even though she felt a little uneasy in her heart, the congresswoman took a deep breath and began to speak about justice, society, and the country, and then asked Superman one after another.

Superman, who was about to answer, glanced to his right, and watched his number one black fan, Mr. Keefe.

The man had lost his legs in a Kryptonian battle a year and a half ago, and his wife had left him.

From then on, he attributed all the faults to Superman, and wanted Superman to pay the price and get punished.

With Luthor's help, he also attended the meeting as an insider.

But what really alerted Superman was not Keefe himself, but the advanced intelligent wheelchair under him.

Wheelchairs, invalid perspective, bombs?

Using his clairvoyant eyes, Superman did not find anything abnormal about the wheelchair, but for some reason, his strong intuition told him that there must be something in it!

At this time, the congresswoman also noticed something unusual.

Her voice gradually trembled as she looked at Luther's vacant seat, her pupils constricted a little.

In the next second, Superman rushed out!

at the same time.

Gotham.

Wayne Group Building.

Grandpa was watching the live broadcast, when a secretary pushed the door in, "Sir, there is a package for you."

Grandpa opened it suspiciously, and immediately frowned.

A note saying "Wheelchair, Luthor, Bomb" and a familiar Spark dart.

He immediately thought of Keefe who was interviewed on the live broadcast just now, and the expensive wheelchair he used.

Is Xinghuo telling him that there is a bomb hidden in there?