What bad intentions could Batman have?.

In the extreme depths of the universe, under the boundless starry sky, inside the huge skeleton spaceship.

Brainiac sat on his throne, with metal tentacles attached to his brain one by one, connecting him to his kingdom.

In the endless data flow, countless possible futures, like chess pieces on a chessboard, are repeatedly deduced under Brainiac's huge computing power.

"Analyzing...Analyzing..."

"Sample collection success rate: 32.1%, this value is too low."

"After analysis, the following three people caused the variables."

"1. Superman."

"2. Batman."

"3.Lex Luthor."

Brainiac opened his eyes.

Countless huge data streams flashed in his indifferent eyes that were not like creatures. These data streams were enough to explode all the top servers on the earth, but they were not worth mentioning to Brainiac.

He even has the ability to distract himself.

"Re-establishing the analysis model. Analyzing... Analyzing Darkseid. Calculating: The time of the destruction of the earth."

"Establishing a comparison. Analyzing the highest success rate and the most appropriate time to collect samples; sample collection target: Metropolis."

"It is worth noting that conflict with Darkseid should be avoided at all costs. This prerequisite has been added."

"Additional collection targets: Superman, Batman, Lex Luthor, Parasite."

"Under completion: Earth Civilization Protection Plan. Started."

Brainiac nodded, and then the three-dimensional images of General Zod and Black Zero appeared in front of him.

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"What's that, Major?"

General Sam Lane sat on the main seat in the command room, surrounded by busy scientific researchers and soldiers with live ammunition.

His expression was serious, and his slightly white temples set off his black hair, but his slightly trembling fingers on the armrest showed that he was not so calm.

His mind went back to his daughter, Lois Lane, who was asked by the Kryptonian known as Fiora to accompany the alien named Superman to Black Zero.

At that moment, as a father, he was ready to reject the alien's request directly, and then lead all American soldiers to fight the Kryptonians on the spot.

But his daughter left, without hesitation, following the big boy scout in red and blue.

It's all Superman's fault!

Well, General Lane knew this was just a transfer of incompetent rage and downright unwarranted hatred. His rationality is very clear about this, but sensibility and rationality are always two different things.

The voice of his subordinate interrupted his recollection, and he immediately transformed back into the iron-blooded general.

"An enemy aircraft has been detected, launched from an alien spacecraft!"

"Screen display."

"Yes, sir."

"Pick Radio 4 and get closer."

General Sam Lane picked up the phone: "Command, today's code is Trident. An alien spacecraft is approaching."

"Radio number 4 is on."

"How fast?"

"380 nautical miles, entering the sky above Kansas, they seem to be wandering back and forth looking for something!"

"They won't respond to us!"

General Sam Lane was silent.

"I'm sorry, colleagues," he said. "The worst has happened. Even though we have handed over Superman, the aliens still refuse to leave the earth immediately."

"I believe I'm afraid this battle is inevitable. The president has given me authority to fight back should aliens invade the Earth. So I may have to make an announcement."

He turned and looked at everyone in the hall.

"We're going to war with aliens."

He knew exactly what he was talking about and what the consequences would be.

Lois Lane, his favorite daughter, was on the Kryptonian ship.

If he just carries out the president's order, he will most likely...never see his daughter again.

Yes, that's right.

General Lane told himself this over and over again. He felt that his limbs were trembling, his mind was cold, and huge emotions surged through his body, knocking him down and burying him in the bottomless darkness.

But he repeated his order.

"Your Excellency General, but your daughter..."

"I said, carry out my orders - don't you hear me? Launch the fighter jets! Tanks! Gunships! Attack!!! Use missiles! Use bombs! Use artillery!"

General Sam Lane's voice was trembling: "Didn't you hear my order, soldier?"

Colonel Hardy lowered his head: "Yes, General!"

"Countless people have sacrificed their lives for our country." General Lane whispered, as if he was telling everyone present, and as if he was hypnotizing himself. His voice gradually stopped shaking.

"They are all other people's children. If other people's children can die, then so can my children. Louise is an adult and she can be responsible for her own choices."

"So... launch an attack! In the name of the United States, launch an attack on the enemy!"

When he finished saying this, his body swayed visibly. General Lane pushed away Colonel Hardy who tried to come up to help him, and then pointed at his nose: "You will lead the team yourself, and the firepower will cover it. Colonel Hardy, we are going to use the highest level of attack to send these aliens directly to hell!"

He opened his mouth and felt his soul howling in the lightless white night, but not a single tear came out of his eyes.

"Attack them! This is my order to you...attack them!"

At this moment, another noncommissioned officer hurriedly walked into the control room and whispered in General Lane's ear: "Your Excellency, there is a colonel who wants to see you. He is waiting outside now -"

"No, what the hell?" General Lane said: "Let them go away, we are now dealing with an interstellar level crisis."

"But he brought the President's orders—"

"what is your job--"

"You can't come in—Presidential order? Um...but even that can't—"

There was a burst of noise from the microphone in front of General Lane, and then there were questions from the soldiers guarding outside: "Your Excellency General, there is a colonel here who claims to have an order from the president. Can we let them in? They want to break in now." , do you want to fight back?"

General Lane looked at the noncommissioned officer next to him. The sergeant immediately replied:

"There is no problem with the identity, I have verified it."

General Lane nodded: "Let them in."

Then he turned to Colonel Hardy and said, "What are you still doing? Get ready to fight!"

"Yes!"

Colonel Hardy saluted, turned and left.