What Bad Thoughts Can Batman Have 128

## Chapter 126: Blayneac’s Conspiracy (Seeking Subscribers, Wuwuwu)

“Just think about it, Lex.”

Luthor knew Blayneac was about to say some inflammatory words, but he was clear that he wouldn’t change his mind because of them.

So… he might as well listen.

Well, that wasn’t the main reason. The main reason was that Blayneac’s nonsense wasn’t without cost. Lex Luthor had just figured out exactly how this remote transmission communication method worked—a more convenient, faster, safer, and pure information exchange technology.

And that meant…

It meant that Lex could actually continue to steal his data in front of him.

If before he was like a burglar breaking into a house, and if Blayneac caught him, he would be beaten up. Now, Blayneac was actively opening the window and wanting to talk to him, and Luthor was using a fishing rod to constantly fish for things in Blayneac’s house.

Blayneac could, of course, terminate the connection; he just needed to close the window. But that meant he couldn’t talk to Luthor.

So? So now he seemed to have no choice but to be patient and let Luthor download.

“If Superman intends to enter politics, he can run for office for many years, from federal to state and county, he can do it perfectly. I mean, the voters will go crazy for him.”

“Hmm.”

Luthor ignored him and focused on downloading data.

“Just think about it, this alien has boundless energy, is incredibly smart, exceptionally wise, exceptionally charming, and has been in peak physical condition for decades.”

“He can fly across all 52 states to campaign in 10 minutes. In his campaign speeches, he’ll descend from the sky in a crimson cape, allowing every drooling middle-aged woman to touch his pecs. His supporters, with blue or red flags, will gather like an ocean. Every state will be his electoral college, and countless tycoons will gladly throw money at this rising star.”

Blayneac told a joke, but Luthor didn’t laugh at all. He continued downloading data in silence.

“Do you really think you can use those ridiculous political tactics to fight against a flesh-and-blood god who’s determined to go all out?”

“You think he needs to break the rules? No, he doesn’t need to at all. Even if he operates within the framework of the Constitution, he can do whatever he wants.”

“There’s nothing he can’t do. Build bridges, lower healthcare costs, everyone will support him, even if you oppose it, he’ll approve it himself and fly over there, and then bang bang bang, he’ll get it done himself, no need to haggle with anyone.”

“More importantly, you know he’s not an alien primitive, right? Those Kryptonian technologies, just one of them is enough to drive the whole human society crazy. What can’t he do?”

Seeing Luthor’s silence, Blayneac continued,

“Oh, of course, if he doesn’t want to do something, you can’t do it either. Do you think I don’t know about your human experiments? The omnipotent god of mankind has X-ray vision. He just needs to fly to your doorstep and take a glance to know what you’re doing down there, and then the police will show up.”

“Just think, under the dual-pronged approach of such a strong-willed figure, the economy will quickly improve, significantly, exceptionally well. Then what will happen?”

“Okay, or let’s take a step back. If Superman is magnanimous and goes back to farming after two terms, you know, one day,”

Blayneac said, “For example, Blayneac, or some other alien monster invades, the world collapses, the world is in turmoil, the economy is in recession, people will miss Superman, hoping that he will continue to be president.”

“What will he say then? Maybe, ‘I can’t be arrogant enough to think I can control the course of history.’ But all sorts of things will always force him to take charge, won’t they? Like now?”

“For Superman, a city of only a few tens of kilometers in radius is no different from a 10-square-meter room in his eyes.”

“He can appear anywhere in the city at any time, even the entire earth, in his eyes, it’s just a living room that he can cross in a few steps. He destroys those illegal criminals like stepping on ants in the living room. Even the most difficult opponents are just like swatting flies with an electric fly swatter to him.”

“At first, he will act alone, like he is now, or create a civilian organization specifically for him to be a cheerleader and do errands, give it any name, like ‘The Avengers Alliance,’ something like that, to exert some influence.”

“But soon he will start to directly stop incidents and change security, because he can do it! What do we need police for? What do we need firefighters for? Meteorite falls, solar storms, there’s no danger that can harm humanity anymore, because Superman can solve everything!”

“As Superman repeatedly retreats and returns, believe me, humans will soon realize one thing: whenever Superman is acting as a vigilante or simply in power, it must be a time of peace, prosperity, and social stability.”

“But if anyone else comes to power, they’re likely to mess things up. People will eventually be shocked to discover that the best guarantor of the people’s well-being is actually being ruled by an alien!”

“So now the question is: what’s the difference between what Superman does and what I do? Since Superman’s purpose is to ensure the well-being of the people, why do you think I can’t do that?”

Seeing that Luthor was silent, Blayneac also felt that it was about time. He ended the call and checked for a while to see how much data Luthor had copied.

The green alien smiled.

“Download, keep downloading, the more the better.”

Countless large data streams flew past his eyes. The light in Blayneac’s eyes flickered:

“Stealing Blayneac’s knowledge comes at a price…”

He didn’t expect to really use these words to make Luthor switch sides, really fight Superman. He just wanted to deepen the existing seeds of doubt, subtly amplify some of Luthor’s ideas, and ultimately conceal his actions…

That incomplete version of Doomsday was a gift he sent. All the prey thought they could eat the candy coating and throw the cannonball back. They always thought they were smart enough to play the hunter like a monkey…

But Blayneac would always bring them the deepest despair.

That incomplete Doomsday was a catalyst, a catalyst for unity. But you know, after unity, there is often division.

Blayneac shook his head, his eyes continued to spin with data streams. Blocking the opening of the illusion passage in a specific area was not easy. But fortunately, Blayneac had enough energy. If he couldn’t find the exact point, then he could just block it on a large scale.

When it comes to playing with cutting-edge science of space jumping, earthlings are not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

He guessed that Batman wouldn’t give up a top-tier combatant like Lex Luthor. If his guess was right, Lex Luthor, who had just hung up his call, should have received Batman’s request for help.

He also guessed how much shock and fear an advanced combatant like Doomsday would bring to him. No one could refuse such advanced power, everyone would start studying Doomsday…

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Mr. Smith had just moved from Central City to Metropolis.

Those who haven’t lived in Central City simply can’t imagine how unbearable that city is!

Two steps out the door, you encounter a robbery. The robbers are super polite, they’ll shoot you in the ground by your feet first, then bow to you, take off their hats, and ask you to put all your belongings in there. If you don’t give it to him, he’ll shoot you in the leg, then continue politely asking you to give him the money.

By the time the police arrive, he’s already flown away in high-tech jet shoes! Mr. Smith couldn’t believe it! This city’s criminals have better technology than the police!

So now he’s going to move to Metropolis. He heard that there’s a superhero called Superman there who can fight crime during the day, at least there won’t be any outrageous things like being robbed in broad daylight.

A beautiful life awaits me! Metropolis, such a big city must have good security, with a superhero like Superman flying in the sky, it’s definitely better than those incompetent Central City police.

After all, what could be worse than being robbed in broad daylight while walking down the street?

He has now arrived at a town on the outskirts of Metropolis. His car ran out of gas, he should go fill up…

Huh?

He found the town in ruins, but bizarrely, countless people were still living and working as if nothing had happened.

The man who looked like he was selling newspapers, even his newsstand had been smashed flat, and he was still selling newspapers in the void, like a bug-ridden NPC in some game.

He stopped by the side of the road, rolled down the window, and spoke to the man selling newspapers. The man only kept asking him, “Do you want to recharge your phone?”

The eerie sight sent chills down Mr. Smith’s spine. He turned his car around and tried to leave, but just after driving two steps, he heard a loud boom. A huge, terrifying monster covered in bone spurs, like a comet, crashed in front of him.

!!!

Before he could react, another purple monster rushed over, and the two monsters passionately fought each other, spinning like tops into surrounding shops, buildings collapsing instantly, like Lego toys scattered on the ground.

The man selling newspapers was still asking him if he wanted to buy a phone recharge card. A steel bar fell directly from the sky, pierced his head, and came out through his legs.

“You… you…” Mr. Smith pointed at him, speechless.

“Ah, you mean this, don’t worry about it, work is work.” The man selling newspapers casually pulled the steel bar out of his head: “This is the daily routine in Metropolis. Do you want to recharge your phone?”

Boom!

Before Mr. Smith could reply, a giant boulder fell from the sky.

“I’m finished!”

Mr. Smith fell to the ground with a thud, closing his eyes. He was so regretful, how could he have been so stupid as to want to live in such a terrifying place like Metropolis. This is just a town on the outskirts of Metropolis, and there are such terrifying monsters fighting each other. When he gets to the city center, wouldn’t dinosaurs come out?

But he wasn’t crushed to death. He raised his head and saw the Gotham Guardian, Batman, in his blue cape, holding the boulder, blocking him.

“Oh my God, I’ve seen the ancestors and Jesus…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, get out of here quickly, how did you get to the battle zone, the army’s blockade shouldn’t…”

Chen Tao stammered at this point, because he suddenly realized that he had personally dismantled the army’s structure. The soldiers who maintained order had all come to deal with him. If some idiot with no brains ignored those warnings, then it was indeed possible to accidentally enter the battlefield.

“Get out of here.” He said impatiently to him.

It was too terrifying. Mr. Smith jumped into his car, slammed the gas pedal to the floor. He cried and wailed, tears flowing freely.

“Metropolis is so scary, I’m going to live in Gotham!”

Chen Tao could hear him speaking, but he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to him. He turned to look at the two giant monsters fighting.

For a long time, Chen Tao had been secretly worried about one thing: What if Superman, like he had seen in countless stories, died at the hands of Doomsday or some other monster, what would he do?

But this kind of hidden worry didn’t seem to exist in his world anymore.

He looked at Doomsday, who was fighting fiercely against the parasitic demon. The opponent seemed to be losing ground, and even the parasitic demon who had sucked up a full meal couldn’t defeat him.

“Roar!”

The monster covered in bone spurs let out a painful roar, being held by the parasitic demon and sucked dry. His muscles all over his body bulged, and his muscles flashing with purple light made him look like a Mickey Tire tire man, exaggerated and dangerous.

Chen Tao deactivated his Extreme Bullet transformation and landed on the ground. It took him less than a minute to fly over, which means he has at least 9 minutes left to fight.

Clayface gurgled and bubbled up from the ground beside him: “Robin reports to Batman, he’s sucked up the female deputy…”

After hearing the general situation, Chen Tao nodded, then fell into deep thought.

Doomsday is much weaker than he imagined. Why is that?

He sensed a conspiracy for no reason.

But no matter what, the priority now is to take care of Doomsday.

He pressed the earpiece: “Luthor, it’s time to act.”

(Due to censorship, some of Blayneac’s words have been deleted. I’ve made the rest of the text smooth! Then I added some descriptions and made up 4000 words)

(End of chapter)

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