What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 118

## Chapter 118: The Lime Martial Saint Returns

Alfred sat in the Batplane.

Waiting was often the most torturous thing, the old butler knew very well. The intensity with which his young Bruce participated in combat was far beyond his capabilities to help.

– This made Alfred yearn for the days when he still had the chance to spray herbicides with the Batplane.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned his head to look at the screen.

He had just witnessed Bruce defeat the female Kryptonian and save the two intruders, and now Bruce should be back on the Batplane, continuing to observe the battlefield safely with him until Superman…

With a “puff,” Alfred sprayed all the coffee he had just swallowed out of his mouth.

?

Where is he?

He threw the coffee cup aside and rushed to the screen.

It was empty, completely devoid of Bruce’s figure. Only the littered street, the unconscious, battered, and battered Kryptonian woman, Fiora, lay there.

“Penny One calling Batman.”

Alfred walked to the communication channel and tapped twice: “Can you hear me?”

No response. This made Alfred anxious.

He stood up abruptly and walked towards the rear compartment without hesitation. The Kryptonite reactor powered armor was stored there. All he needed to do was put it on…

But then he heard the Batcomputer inform him that Batman was back. He saw on the screen that Bruce was floating like Superman, directly back into the plane from the parachute hatch below the Batplane.

This startled the old butler.

He opened the door to the rear compartment and walked down the stairs, then along the ladder to the bottom level, which served as both a parachute platform and a storage room.

Then he immediately saw those pointy ears.

“Bruce, why didn’t you answer my… Oh, my God!”

Alfred saw that his young Bruce’s face beneath the mask was completely white, covered in ugly, bumpy bumps, not remotely human. He held a piece of Kryptonite that he had broken off the spear in his hand and crushed it with a snap.

The Kryptonite spears and Kryptonite knives stored here were all crushed by his bare hands, meticulously placed in a lead box. Alfred looked at the chest of the Kryptonite reactor powered armor behind him. Oh, thankfully, that wasn’t disassembled. Bruce still had some sanity…

What the hell!

Alfred saw Bruce destroying his secret weapon like a madman, destroying it while chanting in a silly way:

“Baked gluten~ baked gluten~ my baked gluten~ so delicious! Let you taste the real lime! A different flavor~ ”

Alfred wasn’t sure how baked gluten was related to lime.

But no matter what, this was definitely not a sane behavior.

He couldn’t help but say anxiously, “What are you doing, Master Bruce? You…”

Bruce, who was dazed and confused, turned his head and saw the anxious expression on Alfred’s face. He waved his hand:

“No problem, don’t worry!”

– He wanted to say that, but Bizarro’s words were the opposite of normal people’s. Therefore, as soon as he spoke, the Bizarro body automatically translated it into reverse:

“Big problem, worrying is useless!”

???

Alfred was dumbfounded. My young Bruce has gone completely crazy. He was speechless and didn’t know what to say.

Bruce also realized that he seemed to have spoken in reverse, but his brain was a mess because of Bizarro, twisted and joyful, his thoughts were off the rails and silly, and he didn’t care at all.

He stopped talking to Alfred and directly controlled the Batplane to open the parachute platform. Carrying the small box of Kryptonite powder, he casually grabbed two pre-made Kryptonite smoke bombs and a Kryptonite dagger, then opened the Batplane’s parachute platform and flew off with a whoosh.

Only Alfred was left in the Batplane, bewildered.

He turned to look at the Kryptonite powered armor, where the Batcomputer read: “Set up, ready for call at any time.”

On the other side.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

General Zod panted heavily. While Kal-El didn’t understand martial arts, his brute strength from decades of exposure to the yellow sun was truly astonishing. Even elite fighters like him couldn’t take him down in a short time.

But he and Ek together could steadily suppress Kal-El. Even with occasional rebounds, they could ultimately be suppressed.

Before knowing the exact location of the Book of Rao, he needed Kal-El alive.

He stalked Clark like a patient hunter, slowly chipping away at the Kryptonian’s last bit of strength, before calmly taking the crown of victory.

Clark’s stench was also weakening its effect on him. He was used to it anyway.

If nothing unexpected happened, the balance of power would soon…

Then General Zod heard a boom. Bruce, with a crooked head, flew over upside down and landed in a superheroic pose, sticking his head into the asphalt.

“Bizarro is happy.” (Angry)

Bruce couldn’t help but speak in reverse, then looked up and saw General Zod, the hulking Ek, and Clark Kent all stopping, staring at him in a daze.

“What’s going on?”

General Zod furrowed his brow. He had just seen Bruce fall from the sky, yet he was unscathed.

And that flying style, exactly like Kal-El’s flight.

The pale, bumpy, twisted skin, the icy, primal, chaotic ferocity hidden beneath the mask, all announced to the world that he was not human.

Such a strong enemy suddenly appearing in the center of the battlefield, this fight couldn’t go on.

Zod nodded to his deputy, the hulking Ek. The loyal deputy immediately stepped forward and asked:

“Are you a Kryptonian too?”

The bat-masked stranger didn’t answer him.

“You look like a fellow Kryptonian.”

Closer to Bruce, Ek felt the bio-aura around him, affirming his and General Zod’s judgment.

“When did you come to Earth? You wouldn’t be like Kal…”

Poor Ek didn’t realize what he was facing.

Then, as fast as lightning, Bruce grabbed the hood from behind his waist, made a strange posture like a sword draw.

“What are you doing?”

Ek took two steps closer.

Then, in the blink of an eye, at supersonic speed, Bruce grabbed a handful of Kryptonite powder from the lead box on his hip and threw it out with a flick of his wrist.

Ek was caught off guard, but he still managed to raise his hands and close his eyes.

Don’t worry, whatever it is, whether it’s something that obscures vision or poison, will be blocked by his bio-aura…

Then he took a big gulp of Kryptonite powder, because he had just opened his mouth to speak, and the supersonic smoke even poured directly into his mouth.

Ek let out a chicken-like death wail, then clutched his neck, his knees didn’t bend, he fell backwards like he had died suddenly, making a dull thud on the ground.

General Zod: !

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Lex Luthor sat on the sofa in his old mansion, protected by a circle of pale blue energy waves, surrounded by holographic images of lawmakers and other dignitaries.

“Immature parasitic demons are a very dangerous life form.”

He said: “Because of their unstable life structure and energy properties, they will frantically chase after any energy, the more massive and brilliant the energy burst, the more these beasts will go crazy and frantically suck it like hounds seeing meat.

He shrugged: “And this absorption is without regard for the consequences. Even if they burst themselves, they will take another bite before they die.”

“According to my research, for these parasitic demons, they are constantly in a state of intense hunger, never satisfied. In order to maintain this biological instinct, their brains—”

Luthor pointed to his bald head: “Dissolved the moment they were modified. They only need to eat organisms, they don’t need brains, useless appendages. This is an inevitable result of the human flesh and blood body transforming into a pure energy body organism. As of now, there is no way to solve this problem.”

“But that doesn’t mean these organisms become harmless without energy absorption.”

Luthor said: “Energy exists in every corner of our lives. Humans, as a medium-sized mammal, store a huge amount of chemical energy.”

“Moreover, as the most ubiquitous creature on this planet, once parasitic demons are released, if they can’t find an energy feast, they certainly wouldn’t mind finding a small piece of chemical energy to fill their stomachs.”

The lawmakers and President Wilson were silent for a moment.

Then someone asked:

“You mean these parasitic demons are essentially man-eating monsters?”

Luthor nodded: “That’s right, and for now, there’s no way to solve this uncontrollable flaw. We’re at a dead end, unless…”

Luthor deliberately paused, and immediately an inexperienced lawmaker, led by him, unconsciously followed and said:

“Unless, if there are more experimental materials to conduct…”

The lawmaker stopped halfway through his sentence, because everyone present knew what kind of experimental materials they were talking about, these things could never be publicly discussed.

Luthor had already used countless living people as experimental materials to create so many parasitic demons, it was all about spreading the net widely, making more mistakes, and the corpses of dead experimental subjects could pile up into mountains.

In this situation, more experimental subjects?

Are you trying to ignite the fire, be exposed, and cause nationwide demonstrations and riots?

“So you’ve studied for a long time, and only came up with a half-baked product that can’t be used in war?” A lawmaker sneered: “What good are you then?”

Luthor looked at him sideways, secretly marking him down. You don’t think I’m a good person, do you?

You’re about to get your whole family killed.jpg

Then he said:

“I have re-engineered the Kryptonite reactor powered armor for General Lane, and solved the problem of not being able to substitute a larger number of smaller Kryptonites when there isn’t enough large Kryptonite. I have made comprehensive upgrades to the entire machine. The machine should be driven by Corporal John Coben under Lane’s command right now.”

General Sam Lane nodded in confirmation: “Yes, it’s much stronger than before.”

“And I also said,” Luthor said:

“I, Lex Luthor, am a true law-abiding citizen, and I will never release parasitic demons that could harm the innocent.”

He put on a righteous face, and a lawmaker sneered.

Luthor added another doom star to his forehead, then continued: “I know you may not believe me.”

He glanced at the circle of holographic images, most of them looking at him with suspicion. Luthor continued:

“I admit that some of my methods in the early years may not have been so regular, but now I only do what I should do.”

Luthor said:

“Therefore, days ago, when I found that the development of parasitic demons had stalled, I decisively transferred all the parasitic demons to General Lane. Now they are no longer under my control.”

General Lane said: “And I have placed these little monsters in the military base under layers of protection, there will be no mistakes.”

President Wilson nodded. He said: “Since everyone agrees that parasitic demons are too dangerous and have not yet met the requirements for deployment in war, let’s put this matter aside for now.”

He turned to Lane and said: “General Lane, I hope Corporal John can drive the Kryptonite powered armor immediately, and let the aliens wreaking havoc on our land taste our might. Can you do that?”

“Yes, President Wilson!”

“…In the next meeting, we will discuss the follow-up response to the aliens, and the advanced technology they may have… how to control the aliens…”

A few minutes later.

Luthor turned off the holographic images. He lowered his head, hiding half his face in the shadows. He turned his head and said to the back:

“Manchester Black. Did you hear what I told them? I want you to be ready at any time.”

“Of course, my dearest Lex boss.” A voice came from the shadows behind his sofa, a purple-haired man sitting on the other sofa in Luthor’s mansion, legs crossed, wearing a Union Jack shirt.

“But honestly, boss. You’ve already hired me, and you’re still maintaining that shielding stance in front of me, isn’t that a bit too much?”

“I’m not stupid enough to be tricked by the false illusions you weave in my mind.” Luthor said:

“Better safe than sorry.”

“Alright, alright.” Black had no choice but to lean back on the sofa when he saw Luthor’s serious expression: “So, when do I need to work?”

“I’ve already given all the parasitic demons to Lane.”

Luthor told him: “Now is the time to wait.”

He narrowed his eyes, his bald head shimmering white in the light: “Waiting for things to develop in the direction I expected.”

(End of chapter)

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