Chương 211: Chapter 211: Batman's Determination
Central City.
A Wayne Enterprises container truck wound its way along Tech District Avenue, onto the elevator platform leading to the underground parking lot of the STAR Labs.
The driver jumped down from the container truck's cab and, following instructions from his superior, found the small truck marked with medical waste, labeled 034, in the parking lot. He opened the driver's seat, drove the small truck carrying medical waste out, and left the underground parking lot of the STAR Labs.
Not long after.
As soon as the driver left and the routine security patrol passed by, Batman used the personal computer on his arm to black out the camera that could see the container truck, then lowered his hand and emerged from the shadows, walking towards the container truck.
Arriving at the container truck, Batman opened it, and the lights inside 'clicked' on, illuminating the dark container. Various Batman equipment—Bat-armored gloves, Bat-launchers, Batarangs, Bat-grappling guns, Bat-rope launchers, various smoke bombs, nerve gas, flash bombs, etc.—were neatly arranged and hung on both sides of the wire mesh.
The most eye-catching among them was a set of Bat armor at the end of the container, slightly thicker than ordinary armor, with a full-face mask and independent oxygen circulation function, capable of withstanding pressures up to 20,000 meters underwater.
It was well known that Batman kept records of the weaknesses of all Justice League members.
People often focused on Batman's threat alert to Superman, creating anti-Superman armor to guard against him.
And this Bat armor, capable of withstanding pressures up to 20,000 meters underwater, was made for Aquaman, Arthur Curry.
Of course, Batman had never used it, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
The reason for transporting this modified marine pressure armor to the underground parking lot of the STAR Laboratory was because of Krypton.
Batman was on good terms with Superman and had heard Superman talk about his father and Krypton. Every word Superman said was engraved in Batman's heart and used against Superman.
From Superman, Batman learned about the gravity of Krypton, which would be about ten times heavier than Earth's.
And the Flash would take them to Krypton. The first thing they would face was the gravity of Krypton. Batman had long ordered Alfred to modify the armor for Krypton's gravity, allowing him to move freely on Krypton.
Batman stepped into the brightly lit container, his gaze sweeping over the Bat armor, and walked towards a box beside the Bat armor.
The box was long, black, and could hold a handgun.
Batman approached the box and opened it with his hand, revealing a meticulously maintained, yet very ordinary M9 pistol.
When Bruce first became Batman, he was ruthless and relentless against evil, sparing no effort to kill criminals. He had no intention of sending criminals to the police station; instead, he acted as their judge and sentenced them to death, leaving a terrifying reputation in Gotham.
However, as he gradually fought against crime, he realized that his behavior of judging criminals was no different from the criminals themselves, and it also brought fear to ordinary people, making it impossible to change Gotham.
The evil in Gotham never disappeared because of Batman's presence.
Batman understood that he was just another kind of criminal, no different from them, so he put down the gun and stopped killing. Instead, he tried to maintain contact with the Gotham Police Department and use somewhat legitimate means, such as justice and law, to send criminals to prison.
Batman adopted a no-kill principle.
Through this action, he told the people that justice could judge the evildoers, and the law would give them justice.
Of course, the process was difficult. What Gotham's justice and law were like was well known, and it took Batman a long time to barely improve Gotham.
And this M9 pistol, bought secretly by him when he was just starting out and kept hidden from Alfred, was also sealed away by Alfred as a highly commemorative collection.
A 'beep' of communication request sounded.
"Alfred, what is it?" Batman's hand touched the M9 pistol, and the familiar feeling surged in his heart again. He skillfully unloaded the bullets, removed the magazine, pressed the button on the right side of the breech, rotated the connecting rod on the left side, pushed the breech forward, held the breech accessory upward, pressed the extractor, slid down the barrel, unlocked the lock, removed the barrel, and completely disassembled the pistol.
"Sir, the truck should have arrived by now," Alfred said.
"Mm."
"Sir, the truck should have arrived by now," Alfred said.
"Mm."
"Is it necessary, sir? Your memento from your early days, I've maintained it well. I even thought it could accompany me into the coffin." Alfred's tone was neither urgent nor slow, but heavy in his heart.
It had been too long since the master had used a lethal weapon to harm any human life.
This time, he specifically wanted to send the gun himself.
The gun itself wasn't the problem.
The problem was that this gun represented the master's killer instinct, indicating that the master would break his long-standing principles.
A master who stopped at nothing, a master who was about to become a demon, was not a good thing.
"I don't know. But I won't let the Flash dirty his hands." Batman's hands swiftly assembled the M9 handgun, just as cleanly as he had disassembled it earlier, then he said, "Lex Luthor is not worth trusting. If needed, don't hesitate to use it before I return, Alfred."
"I will wait for your return," Alfred's tone remained flat as he continued, "The Wayne Enterprises' biological research institute is preserving your sperm. I will ask Miss Zatanna if she would be willing to have a child for you.
If you don't want to suddenly have another child, sir, I hope you come back soon."
Bruce remained silent for a moment, then said, "I will."
After finishing the call, Bruce hung up and changed into the new Batman armor inside the container, equipped with various Kryptonian bullets and weapons specifically designed for dealing with Kryptonians. He then left the container and stealthily headed towards the deeper levels of the underground engineering research facility.
Returning to the underground engineering workshop, Flash was doing leg stretches, warming up.
Luthor was wearing a green and white suit of armor, with a transparent astronaut helmet on top, resembling... Buzz Lightyear.
Batman's eyes flickered slightly. This suit of armor worn by Luthor gave him a familiar feeling, the feeling of being aimed at Superman.
This suit of armor, made of Kryptonite, was specifically designed to target Superman.
However, before having the chance to deal with Superman, it would now be used to deal with his fellow Kryptonians.
Meanwhile, Black Adam was squatting beside the television, his eyes filled with envy. The television had just broadcasted the establishment of the new Kryptonian nation, and the entire country was engulfed in celebration. The people were brimming with laughter and releasing their enthusiasm, each smile making Black Adam feel envious.
If only his own people could be safe and happy like this.
"Let's begin," Batman said solemnly.
Flash's expression became serious as he stepped onto the cosmic treadmill, arcs of electricity beginning to flicker around his body, enveloping him.
Batman, Luthor, and Black Adam, their eyes squinting against the dazzling arcs of electricity, approached Flash from behind, countless yellow arcs of electricity wrapping around them like snakes.
With a 'bang', they disappeared from the spot.
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