What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 113

## Chapter 113: The Bold and Fearless

In the deepest depths of the universe, beneath the boundless starry sky, inside a colossal skeletal spaceship.

Blayneac sat enthroned, his brain studded with metallic tendrils, connecting him to his kingdom.

Within the endless stream of data, countless possible futures, like pieces on a chessboard, were repeatedly simulated by Blayneac’s immense computational power.

“Analyzing… analyzing…”

“Sample collection success rate: 32.1%. This value is too low.”

“Analysis indicates that the following three individuals have caused variables.”

“1. Superman.”

“2. Batman.”

“3. Lex Luthor.”

Blayneac opened his eyes.

Countless vast data streams flashed through his apathetic, almost inhuman eyes, data streams sufficient to overwhelm all the top servers on Earth, but insignificant to Blayneac.

He even had the ability to multitask.

“Rebuilding the analysis model. Analyzing… analyzing Darkseid. Calculating: Earth’s time of destruction.”

“Establishing comparison. Analyzing the most suitable time for sample collection with the highest success rate; sample collection target: Metropolis.”

“Noteworthy, it is advisable to avoid conflict with Darkseid. This prerequisite condition has been added.”

“Additional collection targets: Superman, Batman, Lex Luthor, Parasite.”

“Perfecting: Earth Civilization Protection Plan. Activated.”

Blayneac nodded, and then the holographic projections of General Zod and Black Zero appeared before him.

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“What is that, Major?”

General Sam Lane sat in the command room’s main seat, surrounded by busy researchers and heavily armed soldiers.

His expression was serious, his slightly white temples contrasting with his black hair, but the trembling fingers on his arm revealed his lack of calmness.

His mind kept replaying his daughter, Lois Lane, the Kryptonian intelligence report called Fiorah, who had asked her to join the alien called Superman on the Black Zero.

In that instant, as a father, he was prepared to directly refuse the alien’s request, then immediately lead all American soldiers and Kryptonians into battle.

But his daughter had left, without hesitation, following the large, red-and-blue-clad Boy Scout.

It was all Superman’s fault!

Well, General Lane knew it was just blind rage and outright misplaced resentment. His rationality knew this, but reason and emotion were always two different things.

His subordinate’s voice broke his reverie, and he instantly transformed back into the iron-fisted general.

“Detection of an enemy aircraft, launched from an alien ship!”

“Display on the screen.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Connect to Radio 4, zoom in.”

General Sam Lane picked up the phone: “Command, today’s code word is Trident. An alien spacecraft is approaching.”

“Radio 4 is connected.”

“How fast is it?”

“380 nautical miles, entering Kansas airspace, they seem to be hovering back and forth looking for something!”

“They refuse to respond to us!”

General Sam Lane fell silent.

“I’m sorry, colleagues,” he said. “The worst has happened. Even though we handed over Superman, the aliens still refuse to leave Earth immediately.”

“I believe that this battle is probably inevitable. The President has authorized me to counterattack if the aliens invade Earth. So, I may have to announce…”

He turned to everyone in the hall.

“We’re going to war with aliens.”

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

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

If he simply carried out the President’s orders, he might… never see his daughter again.

Yes, that’s right.

General Lane told himself this over and over, feeling his limbs tremble, his mind grow cold, a huge wave of emotion crashing through him, knocking him down, burying him in bottomless darkness.

But he still repeated his order.

“General, but your daughter…”

“I said, carry out my orders—Didn’t you hear me? Launch the fighters! Tanks! Armed helicopters! Attack!!! Use missiles! Use bombs! Use cannons!”

General Sam Lane’s voice trembled: “Did you not hear my orders? Soldier?”

Colonel Hardy bowed his head: “Yes, sir!”

“Countless people have died for our country,” General Lane said softly, as if telling everyone present, and as if hypnotizing himself, his voice gradually stopped trembling.

“They were all someone else’s children. If someone else’s children can die, so can mine. Lois is an adult, she can be responsible for her choices.”

“So… attack! In the name of America, launch an attack on the enemy!”

As he said those words, his body visibly swayed. General Lane pushed away Colonel Hardy who tried to help him, then pointed at his nose: “You lead the team, cover fire, Colonel Hardy. We will use the highest level of attack, send these aliens straight to hell!”

He opened his mouth, feeling his soul howl in the white night without light, but no tears fell from his eyes.

“Attack them! That’s my order to you… attack them!”

Just then, another officer rushed into the control room, whispering in General Lane’s ear: “General, a colonel wants to see you. He’s waiting outside…”

“No, what the hell?” General Lane said: “Tell them to scram, we’re dealing with an intergalactic crisis right now.”

“But he brought the President’s orders…”

“What are you doing…”

“You can’t come in… President’s orders? Uh… but even so, we can’t…”

A chaotic noise came from the microphone in front of General Lane, followed by the questioning voice of a guard soldier outside: “General, there’s a colonel here claiming to have the President’s orders. Can we let them in? They’re trying to force their way in now, should we fire back?”

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

“The identity is no problem, I’ve verified it.”

General Lane nodded: “Let them in.”

Then he turned to Colonel Hardy: “What are you standing there for? Get ready to fight!”

“Yes!”

Colonel Hardy saluted, then turned and left.

General Lane turned back, staring intently at the two alien spaceships on the screen, lost in thought.

A few minutes later, the door behind him opened.

General Lane turned and saw a tall, muscular blonde man walk in, followed by several FBI agents in black.

“General Lane, I’m Colonel Steve Trevor of the US Air Force.” Steve walked into the room, extending his hand to General Lane who was sitting there.

But General Lane didn’t shake his hand.

“What do you want?”

He said: “Don’t waste each other’s time.”

Steve frowned but didn’t mind General Lane’s gun-powder-like attitude.

He pointed to a black woman, fat as a human-sized black sow, wearing an FBI uniform.

This hideous appearance made General Lane look her up and down involuntarily.

Generally speaking, people with this kind of appearance should be in slums or sanitation agencies, not mixed in with a group of FBI agents.

“I’m Amanda Waller. An agent. It’s a pleasure to meet you. General.”

Amanda didn’t mention her specific position. She gave a harmless smile, looking like she really was a cashier in a supermarket.

Steve said:

“General, a holographic teleconference is waiting for your attendance. Mr. President and many members of Congress want to discuss the alien issue with you, and Lex Corp’s President Luthor…”

He leaned into General Lane’s ear: “They are anxiously waiting for you to explain the situation. Meanwhile, we are also discussing whether or not we should release the Parasite to deal with this threat.”

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Meanwhile, ten kilometers outside of Kent Farm.

Bruce Wayne safely appeared on an invisible Batplane, with Alfred standing next to him.

This was a heavier Batplane, more like a mobile, small aerial fortress than a plane. Since the plane was just hovering, it could be completely operated by AI, allowing Alfred to stay here to guard.

At this moment, Bruce Wayne was sitting in front of the computer, half of his body had transformed into a solid car, only the upper body, neck, and legs remained in human form, but this made him even more eerie, a human head directly stuck on the car’s hood, the two rear wheels replaced by two furry legs, the front body being too heavy, could only stomp on the ground.

Fortunately, the Batplane’s passenger cabin space was large enough, even after transforming most of his body into a car body, there was no need to worry about not fitting in.

At this moment, Bruce Wayne was connecting himself to the Batcomputer with a wire. To be honest, the Batmobile’s computing power was really too bad, even with the help of those nanorobots from the Broken Bat, hacking into Black Zero directly was almost impossible.

Even magic needs logic, people do anything when they’re in a hurry, except math problems. Computing power can’t keep up, that’s it, after all, it’s just an F-tier Batman, how can you expect him to be strong?

Now, his situation with Black Zero was like encountering a steel film, it looked weak, he knew the weakness, but he had no ability to pierce it.

But the problem was, he didn’t need to hack in. Superman took the master key, allowing the AI modeled after his biological father, Jor-El, to successfully infiltrate Black Zero.

So, he just needs to put his own in.

The old butler looked at the increasingly inhuman-looking Batman, his expression somewhat complex.

“Whew…”

Bruce Wayne exhaled a long breath, his metal body deformed, reverting back to a flesh-and-blood body.

He walked over to the old butler: “What’s wrong, Alfred? Staring like that? Thinking about something?”

“Ah, nothing.” The old butler smiled: “I was just thinking, where we could go to play when we retire.”

“Anywhere.” Bruce Wayne opened a bottle of soda from the cabinet and poured a cup for each of them: “Anyway, I’ve gradually retired from frontline combat now. When I help Superman get back on his feet and his superhero career gets back on track, we’ll truly retire.”

Then Bruce Wayne lowered his eyes, muttering in a barely audible voice: “Damn Blayneac.”

“What did you say, Master?”

“Nothing.” He raised his cup: “To our retirement life!”

Boom—隆！

Just as Bruce Wayne raised his cup, a loud noise came from the screen.

“You—dare—kill—my mother!!!”

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Bruce Wayne looked at the furious Superman on the screen, he couldn’t help but click his tongue. This was the image transmitted by the Wayne Enterprises’ private satellite.

“Are you sure it’s okay to use Clayface to trick Superman like this?”

Alfred came over, standing shoulder to shoulder with him to watch this video: “Poor child, he’s going to be heartbroken.”

“If I didn’t trick Superman with Clayface, Superman might not even be able to beat those Kryptonians.”

Bruce Wayne looked at the image transmitted by the satellite on the screen: Superman was furious, kicking another Kryptonian brute, Ek, flying away except for Zod, he casually picked up a broken steel beam and swung it violently at Ek’s crotch.

Their battle had already flown several kilometers, they were fighting in the center of a town.

Superman looked to be dominating at the moment, pressing Ek and General Zod with his single-handed strength.

“After all, I said before, Kansas farmers have never fought in their entire lives. The gap between him and General Zod is not something that can be bridged by a few days of learning some dirty tricks.”

“Stink bombs and bad breath potions might be a good idea, but those have to wait until his mask is removed.”

On the screen, Superman grabbed Ek’s ankle with his bare hands and plowed him along the ground, but was immediately stepped on the back of the head by General Zod.

“In short, although it’s a shame to lie to Clark like this, I have to trigger his anger to make him fight against more than three, even more, Kryptonians at the same time.” Bruce Wayne said: “After it’s over, I’ll personally put a resurrection suit on his biological mother, but for now…”

“Our Superman needs a bit of anger buff.” Bruce Wayne said: “For now, he needs a courageous heart that can fully unleash the power of his steel body.”

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“This seems completely crazy to me,” Jason said a little persuasively: “What’s the point of getting involved in the fight against Kryptonians at this time?”

The van they rented was parked several kilometers away from Kent Farm.

“You found the Batplane signal nearby, right?”

Shiva didn’t answer him directly.

“Yes, that’s right, but that doesn’t mean…”

But before Jason could finish, he and Shiva saw a sci-fi-looking Kryptonian spacecraft fly over their heads, landing in the distance.

“It does mean the enemy,” Shiva pursed her lips.

“Jason, get out of the car.”

Red Hood Jason wanted to say something, then he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and was kicked out of the driver’s seat by the other party, he had no resistance at all.

This was a crushing difference in martial arts skills.

“Hey, you…”

“It’s very dangerous there, little Jason, you’d better not get involved.”

Jason couldn’t hold back anymore: “Dangerous? Aren’t you dangerous? Ms. Shiva, according to my calculations, even if there were more poisons, it wouldn’t be possible… you don’t need to…”

But he couldn’t say it anymore, because he saw Shiva’s eyes, the bright light in her eyes pierced him so much that he couldn’t open his eyes.

“No, you still don’t understand, do you? Jason?”

“This is a challenge, a challenge. And I am the strongest human on this planet, I was born to answer the call, I don’t want to back down, but…”

Shiva sat in the driver’s seat, raised her lips, and silently laughed madly.

Jason stood there in the sunlight, watching the world’s strongest mortal drive a dilapidated van, embarking on her destined journey:

“Betting on humanity’s dignity, betting on the martial artist’s reputation, I cannot retreat here!”

“Because, I am—the strongest in the world!”

(End of Chapter)

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