What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 114

## Chapter 114: General Zod: Ugh! Stinky!

BOOM!!!

The battle of four Kryptonians was earth-shattering.

Bruce Wayne sat in the cockpit of the invisible plane, quietly listening to the military channel being tapped through the microphone in front of him.

“This is Colonel Hardy, air command.”

Dozens of jet fighters roared into the sky from the military base, representing the pinnacle of human air power. Colonel Hardy sat in the rear armed helicopter.

“We’ve already confirmed, contacted, and observed the targets we’re about to approach. They are extremely dangerous, and we can use lethal weapons.”

“Received, Guardian. We are approaching the target.”

“This is Thunder 11, target locked.”

The pilot pressed his finger on the cannon’s trigger.

“Fire!”

*Da-da-da-da-da!*

The deafening roar of the cannons was incredibly loud even through the radio transmission. Bruce Wayne lowered the microphone’s volume, then turned his head to look at the screen. The four Kryptonians fighting each other disappeared in a violent explosion.

“Thunder 11, nice job!”

“We’ve destroyed the target.”

Bruce Wayne listened silently. Destroyed? How is that possible?

“No, attack again immediately.”

“Received, Guardian. Preparing for a second attack.”

“No, wait! Thunder 11, eject emergency escape!”

“No! No! What kind of monster is this? He’s jumped onto our plane. He’s tearing our plane apart… Damn it, don’t –”

BOOM!

“Thunder 11? Thunder 11?”

“Guardian, we’re okay. It’s Superman. He… he just knocked that Kryptonian away and detached the escape pod from the plane. We’re not dead! Thank God! Thank Superman!”

“No – This is Thunder 12. Kryptonian sighted. Repeat, on our wing –”

BOOM!

“This is Thunder 13. Thunder 12 has crashed. Superman is being beaten by the other two Kryptonians. One Kryptonian is attacking us – Superman’s situation is not good. We are too. Fire! Fire! Fire!”

“No, he’s jumped onto our plane. The wing is broken –”

Then all that could be heard through the communicator was the noisy wind, as if the cockpit’s ceiling was ripped open.

“God bless America.”

BOOM!

Bruce Wayne stood up. “Alfred, prepare the Kryptonite armor. Damn it, even Superman with a buff won’t be able to beat Zod and those other two, will he?”

“Guardian calling Thunder 13, calling Thunder 14! Anyone there? Can anyone respond?”

Colonel Hardy suppressed the urge to throw the microphone. He went directly to the cockpit and said to the pilot, “Go straight to the scene!”

“What are you saying, Colonel? Isn’t this…?” The pilot’s words were interrupted by Colonel Hardy’s stare.

“This is Thunder 18… wait! We… we’ve found a civilian! He’s driving a car along the highway towards the battlefield.”

“What?” Colonel Hardy turned abruptly. “Are the ground evacuation troops idiots? Not only haven’t the people in the town been evacuated, they’re letting civilians pass the checkpoint and reach the battlefield?”

“No… it doesn’t seem like it, Guardian! The soldiers at the checkpoints along the way have all been knocked down!”

“What are you saying? What kind of joke is that? They’re fully armed, how did that civilian knock them down?”

Silence on the other side of the radio for a while.

“With his fists, Colonel. She used her fists!”

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“Calm down, Kal-El! You –”

General Zod’s words were cut short as he was grabbed and thrown by an enraged Clark, the two of them disappearing into the sky like comets, then crashing heavily into a field. Crops were thrown into the air like weeds.

“I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you all – you bastards, you inhuman scum!”

Clark grabbed Zod’s head and pressed him to the ground, pushing him deep into the earth like a plow blade.

The “Mommy’s Boy” Clark had completely lost his mind. He straddled General Zod, punching again and again. Each punch created a terrifying crater beneath them, with dirt flying high into the sky, obscuring the sun.

“You dare –”

BOOM!

“…Oh, Clark, you can be whatever kind of person you want…”

“Dare –”

BOOM!

“…Oh, look, my little boy. If Jonathan could see you now, he would be so happy…”

“Kill –”

“…Nothing, Clark, I’m just scared… scared of them separating us.”

BOOM!

“…Oh, Mom, I’m not going anywhere…”

BOOM!

“…Mr. Wayne, I still decided to go to Black Zero. They are my people, maybe I can… but I still want to try no matter what. Maybe I can persuade General Zod…”

“My Mom!!!”

“No! No! It’s not supposed to be like this, no!!!”

The sky fell and the clouds seemed to droop with Superman’s extreme anger.

The enormous impact made the entire earth tremble. Zod was punched so hard that he could only cover his head with his hands, before being forcibly separated by Superman’s furious arms. Zod then stared in disbelief as Superman opened his mouth in a crazed manner and bit down on his helmet.

A terrible stench seeped through the helmet from between Superman’s lips and teeth. Zod immediately vomited.

The vomit, which would need pixelation, kept spewing from his mouth, then bouncing back and forth in the helmet due to the incredible gravity. And this damn helmet has a small-scale damage auto-repair function, so all the vomit was trapped inside, not a single drop leaked out, repeatedly rubbing against Zod’s face.

“Ugh!”

Zod vomited again. It was entirely a physical aversion. His brain was trembling, his stomach convulsing. The intense stench made him lose the last bit of his fighting spirit.

They flew from the Kent Farm all the way to the town, landing at a gas station, causing a massive explosion. They both became rolling pins.

“You…”

General Zod staggered to his feet, desperately trying to rip off the helmet. A large chunk of disgusting vomit fell to the ground along with the softened, Saran Wrap-like helmet.

General Zod removed his cape, which was stained with flames and still burning, and forcefully patted out the fire. Then, he wiped off all the vomit that stuck to his eyebrows.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

He gagged twice more. When he came to his senses, in that split second, countless loud noises and sounds invaded his brain, making him involuntarily kneel down in pain.

He struggled to roll over and saw through his distorted, blurry world a figure with red eyes… like a devil flying down from the sky.

“Listen to me, Kal-El –”

The high-temperature red light sprayed and poured down like a hurricane. General Zod barely managed to roll over and dodge. He staggered to his feet, enduring sensory interference while extending his hand.

“Enough, you –”

But he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence. Superman, in red and blue, appeared before him in an instant, a shock wave generated by a punch to the face exploded on his cheek, shattering the glass windows of buildings around the town. He didn’t even grunt, then flew back out like a tattered rag doll.

Clark was about to chase after him when he felt someone hugging him from behind.

Another Kryptonian, the hulking Ek, came to protect his General. He bent down, wrapped his arms around Clark’s waist, and Clark lifted his hips, instinctively aiming a punch at his crotch.

But this position was awkward, and Clark didn’t understand the grappling skills needed for close combat. The hulking Ek barely managed to turn, his tall stature and muscular physique made the punch land on his tense thigh muscles. But then, he couldn’t control himself, as if he were being stripped of his clothes by Clark.

Ek, in that split second, used at least seven different force-dissipating postures engraved in his DNA. These techniques were completely based on four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds. To be held like this by him and try to break free should have been almost impossible.

But this miracle happened before his eyes. There was no technique, just pure brute force.

Zod had never imagined that this naturally born, small-town boy would be so strong.

“You –”

Endless, destructive red light surged from the red and blue figure’s eyes. The hulking Ek cried out in pain, he punched Superman in the face, but it only caused him to tilt his head slightly.

Beep beep beep – BOOM!

The deflected heat vision directly cut through a small hill next to the town, and the mountain collapsed like a sliced cake.

“Let go, let go, quick, let go – ah!!!”

He hammered Superman’s face with punch after punch, but it was all in vain. Superman headbutted his fist, and a clear snap could be heard. Ek’s fists, which could not be penetrated even by cannons, collapsed limply and drooped at his wrists.

Ek punched and kicked, but his attacking limbs were broken in an instant.

Superman grabbed him and lifted him high above his head.

Then he was thrown into the air with General Zod, the concrete ground was like water. Countless concrete and steel were crushed by the immense force, the steel mesh embedded in the bottom of the road surface conducted the force, causing half a street to flip over as well.

Seeing General Zod’s face, the demonic distortion on Superman’s face showed a bone-deep hatred.

“Stop, your mother is still alive!”

Hearing this, the immense malice on Clark’s face paused for a moment.

General Zod took a deep breath, his helmet was gone, and intense sensory stimulation was still interfering with his brain, but what was happening in front of him was more important.

He relied on his strong willpower to forcibly overcome these and continued, “Pretending to be your –”

Zod originally wanted to say your mother, but it always felt strange. So he changed his words, “Your foster mother. That kind of being is similar to your mother at the DNA level, but that thing is clearly not human.”

He raised his wrist and projected a holographic image, which was the scene where Martha was openly revealing her heart, pouring out her soul, opening her heart, opening her mind, and framing them.

“So, unless your foster mother can open her chest, no matter what that thing is, it will never be what you think it is. I didn’t kill your mother, and she’s still very likely alive.

“After all, I only wanted the Codex of Life. Why would I kill your mother?” After saying this, Zod felt that the last two sentences sounded a little cowardly, but he quickly adjusted his attitude and pretended that nothing had happened.

The red light in Clark’s eyes gradually disappeared. He regained his sanity and wept with joy.

In that moment, spring blossomed, the sky cleared, and a ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the ruins, landing on top of Clark’s head, transforming the demon into an angel.

Then, the next second, the angel received a punch to the face from Zod. Clark spun in the air and crashed onto the other side of the long street.

General Zod broke through the roof and landed in front of him, stepping on his chest.

Without the blood rage buff, Clark’s mind filled with his mother, his muscles relaxed, and he was immediately overpowered by Zod.

BAM!

A clear, crisp sound as Zod’s fist slammed into Clark’s forehead, like a drum beating, making a loud sound.

“You’re enjoying this? You’re having fun? Now it’s Zod’s turn!”

Zod’s punches rained down like raindrops: “What else do you have? What else can you do?”

Finally…

Finally, it was General Zod’s turn to strike back! Even with General Zod’s composure, he felt a slight thrill at this moment.

He had felt the scales of battle tilting. Through such a tortuous battle process, finally! Finally, it was time for his victory –

“I have.”

Clark, who was getting a little anxious from the beating, took a step back, touched his swollen lips, then used his finally regained rationality to control his arm, pulling out a stink bomb from his belt, given to him by Batman.

He let out a scream that startled even General Zod.

“Ha-da!”

The stink bomb flew out of his hand.

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I am Sandra Woosan, and I am called Lady Shiva, meaning “destruction.”

This is almost the highest honor a martial arts master can receive.

The smell of flames, breeze, sulfur, and the stench of charred corpses.

For modern people, such smells are almost impossible to smell in a lifetime, but I’m used to it.

I injected the venom, a solvent that strengthens the body.

People who haven’t injected venom may find it hard to understand the kind of withdrawal reaction venom causes, the kind of pain.

It’s like the body is rejecting the soul, as if a rusty blade or other sharp object is slowly peeling the soul away.

But this pain means nothing to me.

Many people always wonder why the strongest person in the world is an Asian woman born in a small village on the coast of Korea. They are unwilling to accept, they refuse to believe.

But that’s the truth.

I am the truth.

A breeze blew by, carrying the scent of danger in the air.

Fiorella was carrying a corpse, then suddenly turned her head. Her cells were warning her, her fighting instincts were screaming, her Kryptonian brain was shouting at her because she had encountered a martial artist more powerful than her.

The first second Fiorella saw Lady Shiva, she attacked without hesitation.

This was not because of the other person’s venom-injected, bulging physique, nor because she wanted to clear out the last living person present.

But because of fear.

This was because she had found someone on the level of “Wu” who was several times stronger than her, and that fear arose!

In that instant, in that instant that human limits couldn’t react to, her fist exceeded the speed of sound!

This was the ultimate violence that abandoned all martial arts theory, even the martial arts stances engraved in her DNA surrendered to this biological instinct.

With the reaction speed of humans on Earth, there was no way to react –

She dodged!

Without a word, Fiorella immediately felt a punch to her face, a barrage of punches like raindrops, immediately knocking Fiorella back.

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“Conventional weapons just don’t work against these Kryptonians.”

General Sam Lane walked into the conference room to see countless holographic images in place.

One official said, “Lex Luthor, maybe we should activate Parasite?”

He asked, “You let John Corben drive that new armor you created. Can he really beat a Kryptonian?”

(End of Chapter)

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