What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 112

## Chapter 112: General Zod vs Superman’s Mom

Lex Luthor sat in his old mansion. Compared to his office, this was a more private space.

He hadn’t accepted the invitation from General Sam Lane, Lois Lane’s father, to watch the little ceremony of Superman surrendering to the Kryptonians at the military base.

For him, it was more like a personal insult.

He had been isolating himself in the mansion, hadn’t even seen Superman walk into the cage, let alone Lois Lane who had been apprehended within a few hours.

There was no one else in the mansion, even his secretary was not qualified to stay here.

The fire in the fireplace slowly devoured the coal with a crackling sound. Luthor sat on the couch, staring at the TV in front of him.

It was broadcasting the ceremony. This was a live broadcast, countless dignitaries, scientists, and politicians who couldn’t get to the scene were watching this contact with aliens along with Luthor.

Luthor hummed softly, tapping the small coffee table next to the sofa with his fingers.

Tap… tap… tap…

“The red cape is coming… the red cape is coming…”

He watched as Superman, in his red cape, actively greeted the aliens who got off the spaceship.

“Running in the streets, warning us… a light on the land, two lights in the sky…” (This is a reference to the warning system during the American Revolutionary War.)

A painting hung behind him: an angel and a devil, perfectly symmetrical from top to bottom. This meant that the painting could be hung either way.

At this moment, the devil in the painting was hung on top. He turned his head, staring fixedly at the painting, half his face hidden in the shadows. He muttered:

“The devil doesn’t come from hell… but descends from the sky.”

On TV, the Kryptonian deputy officer named Fiora asked Lois Lane to follow Superman into Black Zero, and Lois did as she was told.

Luthor poured himself a glass of red wine and swirled it.

With a mechanical whirring sound, the floor behind his sofa suddenly flipped over, a hidden laser gun protruding from beneath the slightly decayed pine boards, directly aimed at the corner next to him.

“Tsk.”

Luthor exhaled and placed the wine glass on the coffee table, making a light thud.

Click click click click click!

Following his movement, the floor opened up, vases deformed, and dozens of various weapons rose from the seemingly old-fashioned European-style furniture room, densely aimed at that corner.

The sofa Luthor was sitting on made a mechanical sound, and then a blue force field wrapped around him.

The seemingly old sofa floated up, carrying Luthor to turn 180 degrees, then quickly retreated.

“Breaking into someone’s house isn’t a good idea.”

He said: “Just by pressing this button, you will be turned into dust by dozens of different weapons.”

“Then you’ll blow up your own house just to destroy my communicator? Save it, Luthor, I’m here to make a deal.”

Luthor pursed his lips. He saw fine black dust seeping in from the cracks in the floor.

“And my communicator was already dust to begin with.”

The fine black dust gathered on the ground, forming a small car stereo, even with Batman’s signature pointy ears on top.

“Some kind of nanorobot? Amazing cutting-edge science, Batman.” Luthor said: “But besides that, we have nothing to talk about. You think we’re friends just because we talked on the radio together?”

“I demand that you do not interfere with our plan to fight Zod.” Bruce Wayne’s voice came from the car stereo: “You want to kill Superman, you are hostile to Superman, okay, that’s all fine, but not now. Earth needs to defeat General Zod, and then we can talk about the future.”

Before Luthor could speak, he continued:

“Therefore, I am here to get an assurance from you, Luthor. I hope you haven’t forgotten about Brainiac. Earth needs to unite everyone who can be united.”

“No more infighting.”

Luthor heard the other side say: “At this time, whoever infights is a traitor. You think I don’t know about those degenerate versions of your parasitic demons? They are a group of indiscriminate beasts, you and those military people releasing them will only interfere with Superman.”

Luthor slowly leaned back, his fingers intertwined.

“Interfere with Superman?”

He repeated Bruce’s words, then said, “How ridiculous. Ha, ha, ha.”

Bruce Wayne remained silent. Luthor wanted to use Joker as a pain point to provoke him, but because of intelligence errors, he only showed a can of air.

“Ridiculous! Absurd! Stupid!”

Luthor rebuked:

“When we feel threatened, the first thing that comes to our minds is not self-rescue, but ‘Superman will come,’ how terrifying is that!”

“When the world really faces a crisis, we have no power to resist, but just look at the sky and shout ‘Look, it’s Superman!'” Luthor accused:

“Batman, you shouldn’t put everything on Superman, he’s just an alien!”

But it was obvious that Batman wasn’t moved by his words.

“Say whatever you want, Luthor. But Superman is always the strongest force at this stage, Earth can’t give up using his power.”

At this point, there was nothing left to talk about. Luthor knew that the next part of the script was threats and counter-threats. So he took the initiative:

“Alright, alright, I promise you, I won’t do that.”

“I want you to speak every word out loud.”

Luthor blinked. He sighed again: “Fine. I swear, at least until we successfully deal with General Zod, I will not stab Superman and you in the back.”

“Absolutely not. Satisfied?”

He heard the small car stereo say:

“Remember what you said, Luthor, if you dare to break your word, I will come for you.”

Then Luthor just watched as the small speaker re-expanded into fine nanorobots, seeping into the floor and disappearing without a trace.

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General Zod couldn’t help but recall what his subordinate, Krypton’s chief scientist Ur, had told him minutes ago.

“We have found Carl’s true identity in Lois Lane’s memory.”

At the time, on Black Zero, Ur showed the screen to General Zod, beside them were Clark Kent, unconscious, and Lois Lane who was connected to the machine to read her memory.

This was also why they specifically asked Lois Lane to follow Kal-El onto the spaceship. Kal only let this Earthling take pictures of him and publish them in their primitive information medium called newspapers. There must be a connection between them.

“Kal-El – or should we call him Clark, his human name? He left a biological camouflage in Lois Lane’s memory which I have overcome, by the way, an amazing application, I just discovered that we can… I’ll continue with the main point.”

Scientist Ur said: “Based on the human name provided by this person named Lois, I hacked into the low-level internet of this planet. Through elimination, I roughly pinpointed the possible landing sites of Kal’s escape pod. If you fly around those possible sites, you should be able to detect the signal from the escape pod.”

“Well, good, I understand.” General Zod nodded, then asked: “Will there be any enemies near the escape pod?”

Ur said: “I found his home situation from the staff information of the organization called the Daily Planet where Kal works. He has a foster mother named Martha Kent, just an ordinary human.”

Let’s rewind to the present.

Yes, just an ordinary human.

General Zod thought.

Just an ordinary human, what’s there to be surprised about?

General Zod slowly walked down the stairs. His female deputy, Fiora, and the hulking warrior, Eik, followed him on either side. Krypton’s small reconnaissance aircraft sprayed behind him, kicking up dust.

He wore a full-coverage breathing mask, which turned transparent in a few seconds, revealing his face.

He walked straight towards the Earthling named Martha Kent: “Where’s the ship that brought him?”

But he didn’t get the answer he expected.

Martha Kent still maintained that twisted smile. She stammered: “You… who are you?”

A chill went down the spines of the three people present, it looked nothing like a living creature.

General Zod gave his deputy a nod.

Fiora walked straight up to her, grabbed Martha Kent’s throat, and lifted her directly: “Where is the Book of Rao?”

But the expected choking and flailing of legs didn’t happen. As Martha Kent was lifted by the neck, her expression became lively in an instant, like a puppeteer controlling dozens of puppets at the same time, suddenly intensifying the control and performance of a specific puppet individual.

Then Fiora saw the woman in front of her with infinite love in her eyes.

“It’s okay… Kryptonian people, Earth welcomes you! Earth loves you! I love you!”

?

This neurotic nonsensical answer made the super brain of the female deputy suddenly pause.

There was no mother role in the Kryptonian social structure. They were produced like worker ants, from birth, their genes determined the work they would undertake in society.

However, this social state of the Kryptonians was the result of later compilation, they could also give birth normally, they just artificially erased ‘father’ and ‘mother’.

Therefore, a standard ‘mother’ role, on the contrary, made Fiora feel a strange helplessness.

“Mommy loves you! No matter what you do to mommy, mommy will always accept you unconditionally, because that’s what mothers do!”

Martha Kent reached out, directly rubbing Fiora’s cold helmet, then with a tearful expression:

“Wuwuwu, my daughter!”

???

Fiora’s brain fell into chaos: “What are you talking about? Do you even know what the situation is?”

“Wuwuwu, you’re so unfilial, daughter, why don’t you come to see me—”

“Enough.”

General Zod spoke directly: “Let me.”

“Sorry, General.”

Fiora let go of Martha Kent, lowered her head, and returned to General Zod’s side.

General Zod walked in front of Martha Kent, the latter fell to the ground, covering her neck, with a strange, gentle smile on her face.

“Where did he hide the Book of Rao?”

General Zod’s voice under the respirator was gloomy, heavy, like a silent volcano, hearing such a voice, you would feel a chill from the bottom of your feet straight to the top of your head.

He stood there, like a hurricane inverted on the ground, inexplicably making people feel an urge to worship.

Boom!

He simply raised his hand slightly, Martha Kent’s small car was thrown into the sky like a toy car, then fell like a comet on the roof of the house, smashed through the second floor, fell on the first floor, and the stones flew everywhere.

“Tell me, Book of Rao, where is it?!”

This should have been an intimidating threat, but he only got the following response:

“Son! It’s with Mommy! Do you want to drink milk again?”

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Zod kicked away the Kent family’s grain harvester, the machine, which hadn’t been used in years, spun in the air and fell apart, and the remaining parts, like swords, all thud thud thud into the Kent family’s house. The poor house was directly punched with several penetrating holes.

“Are you really, not afraid of death?!”

“Son, fly freely, Mom will always be with you!”

Zod suppressed his anger, controlling his urge to punch the other person into a meatloaf.

This kind of creature called an Earthling was just too fragile, one wrong move and you would tear their bodies apart. The neurotic patient in front of him called Martha Kent was possibly the person who knew the whereabouts of the Book of Rao, Zod had to control his temper and not kill the other person.

He endured the anger of being tricked.

“Where is the Book of Rao? If you dare to fool me again, I’ll rip out all your internal organs and see what color they are – will you tell me or not!”

“Son, you don’t need to rip it out, Mom can do it herself, yeah!”

General Zod froze, the words he had been brewing in his mouth were stuck in his throat like a mouthful of phlegm.

Only to see Martha Kent lying on the ground, exposing her belly, then scratching it with her nails, with a ‘pop’ of skin separation, her body from her belly all the way to her chest suddenly opened up, like a live pig lying on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, flipping out two ribs, directly facing General Zod.

?

General Zod’s brain also fell into chaos, he stood there, falling into contemplation.

Is it possible, that this kind of creature called an Earthling, can flip out their own internal organs and everything?

Martha Kent took out her large intestine wrapped in her small intestine, directly in front of Zod, straightened out her intestines, then used her intestines as ropes to start skipping rope.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Every jump was like a jump on the hearts of three Kryptonians.

Then after jumping for a while, she stopped, took out her heart and lungs and liver and kidneys: “Which organ do you want? Take whatever you want, Mom loves you—”

Zod numbly took the other person’s heart, then just watched the other person bouncing around, casually opening up her skull to grab her brain in her hand, playing with it like jelly.

“Oh, almost forgot, if it’s this level, it should bleed.”

Ciss!

Blood, like a showerhead, came late, spraying directly from the top of Martha’s head, drenching the three Kryptonians.

Martha put the brain in Zod’s hand, then said, “Oops, almost forgot, in this situation, I should be dead!”

Then, quickly, she just lay down on the ground, peacefully asleep.

Leaving the three Kryptonians standing there looking at each other like fools, doubting life.

“So… so this is…” The big guy, Eik, looked at Fiora, then at General Zod. Then he looked at the kidney he was holding in his hand, opened his mouth, then closed it.

General Zod opened his mouth.

“Forget it, let’s search this place from floor to ceiling, see if we can find the Book of Rao. No matter what, find the location of the escape pod first, then—”

Before General Zod could finish his words, he suddenly turned his head. There was a loud roar coming from the horizon, a figure in a red cape, with a hurricane and a sonic boom, roared like a gale back to the Kent farm.

“Damn it, how did Ur let him escape? Didn’t he capture Kal-El and draw blood?” Fiora said: “He’s too…”

But she didn’t have time to say the rest.

As soon as Clark returned to the Kent farm, he saw Martha Kent lying on the ground, “dead” with a disemboweled pig look, and the three Kryptonians each holding one of Martha’s organs.

Clark’s eyeballs turned red on the spot.

Superman, blood raged!

(End of Chapter)

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