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Superman offered no explanation.
His gaze pierced through the clouds and locked onto Batman's vehicle. He could hear the crashing of Batman into the Gates of Heaven, but he still couldn't understand how Batman was able to get close to the Gates of Heaven.
"How did Bruce manage that? Is it because I don't qualify to enter Heaven after death, while he does?" Clark's mutterings were filled with suspicion. He was clearly somewhat insecure after his previous attempts to wander aimlessly in the sky, unable to approach the gates of Heaven or the angels.
Even when flying into space, Clark could not get close to that area. It seemed to exist in some kind of interlayer, and after flying into space, one had to look down to see the gate and the angels.
"What a joke! If you don't deserve to go to Heaven, then who does?" The Flash firmly refuted Superman's whisper, despite his blind trust in him.
Wonder Woman nodded in agreement.
"Superman thinks Batman can go to heaven, that's the funniest joke of the year." Wonder Woman has many complaints about Batman, but her focus on this point is not mixed with any personal feelings.
As a foreigner with a deep understanding of America's history and culture, Wonder Woman knows very well that as long as the world remains peaceful, people will never see America's capitalists in heaven.
But Batman happens to be one of America's biggest capitalists.
“I think Bruce used some special methods.” The Flash, Barry Allen, was the most educated person present, and he made the most plausible guess.
The steel skeleton flying in from afar shared the same idea as him.
“Yes, that’s it.” A streak of silver light flashed across the sky, and Cyborg landed carrying two criminals foaming at the mouth. With his mechanical arm extended, he tossed the unconscious thugs into the back of a police car parked by the roadside.
"It's possible that Batman detected the special frequency of the angels' presence and simulated some kind of mimicry signal, causing Heaven's Gate to mistakenly believe that his chariot was an angel." Cyborg's eyes kept scanning the sky, trying to find the useful parts from countless erroneous data and information.
"Is this okay?"
Aquaman was dumbfounded.
"He is, after all, Batman."
Steelbone responded succinctly.
Very reasonable.
Wonder Woman chuckled and covered her forehead upon hearing this, "We have the amazing Batman, the unreasonable Superman, and Superman's wicked son."
"Are we guaranteed to win?"
Her tone carried a slightly indescribable emotion. The female warrior couldn't help but look at her Mantra Lasso again, wondering if the so-called God-Slaying Whip mode could actually hit an angel.
"That's an angel..."
Aquaman chuckled dryly a few times.
The information is insufficient.
The same goes for The Flash.
None of the Justice League members knew the Angels' fighting strength.
and so.
I felt very uncertain.
"Could you help us simulate that signal as well? I think we'd better keep the crisis out of Earth." Clark was actually quite wary of the angels.
However, he's the kind of person who, whether he can win or not, will always try to fight.
"The technology I possess comes from Apokolips, not Angel Planet, and I don't have Bruce's extraordinary brain." Cyborg shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.
“Actually, even with all the technology I possess, Bruce uses it better than I, the original owner.” His voice was somewhat wistful, carrying a hint of frustration, like discovering that one’s wife is more radiant in someone else’s hands.
Everyone heard this.
They all wore the same wry smile that Ian could never seem to learn.
A series of explosions could be heard in the distance.
A mushroom cloud rose from the oil tank area at the Port of Gotham.
"Jiejiejiejie~"
Green fireworks, used by a book-loving criminal, burst forth amidst thick smoke.
Several thugs with pale makeup rode modified motorcycles onto the main street, their stomachs covered with twenty-four silicone fake abs, and dragging large speakers and fluorescent banners with clown logos behind them.
They are the Joker's followers.
"Bruce doesn't care about his city anymore?" Aquaman frowned, swung his trident, and a fire hydrant by the roadside suddenly burst, the jet of water knocking the motorcycle convoy off their feet.
He looked into the distance.
A familiar shrill laugh echoed from the direction of Arkham Asylum, indicating that some mental patients had taken the opportunity to escape. Poison Ivy's red hair appeared and disappeared between the buildings, and wherever she passed, the steel and concrete were torn apart by the rampant growth of plants.
“Classic Gotham-style madness.” Cyborg sighed, his shoulder cannon automatically targeting a few guys who were partying in a bank vault, trying to create the most spectacular bonfire with real US dollars.
The Flash transforms into a red whirlwind, weaving through the streets.
Wherever they went, the thugs' belts became knotted. But that was far from enough—escapees from the Hermon prison, Maroni family gunmen, and even the old Roman troops all took advantage of the chaos to pour out.
"Bruce wants to go to heaven."
Superman hovered in the Gotham night sky, his red cape fluttering in the wind. His superhuman hearing caught the chaos of the entire city—explosions, screams, maniacal laughter, and… a strange, almost religious, collective chanting. It was the demons waiting for their chance, attempting to use their followers to descend upon the earth amidst this chaos.
Clark frowned, his gaze sweeping across the street.
The Penguin stood on the roof of the Iceberg Club, directing his men to launch fireworks into the sky. Each exploding firework spelled out the words "Welcome to the Apocalypse".
God knows how he was able to expel these "traitorous" fireworks so quickly in such a short time.
"too messy."
Superman knew that to fight external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.
He had calculated the trajectory of the falling angels, and the city would ultimately suffer, so he had to ensure that no internal factors would interfere with the Justice League before then.
In the next instant, Superman vanished from his spot. His speed far surpassed that of the significantly weakened Flash. The criminals didn't even see the blue afterimage before their hands and feet were tightly bound, and they were thrown into the prison like sandbags. Superman even had time to reinforce the prison.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!—"
The criminals were brought to justice almost immediately.
The criminals in Gotham experienced what the criminals in Metropolis felt.
"Superman, get out of Gotham! Superman isn't welcome here! Have you ever even played a game?! Level 100 isn't allowed in the newbie village!" A gangster, bound like a dumpling, struggled and roared.
“Exactly! Let Batman come if he dare!” another criminal chimed in, his tone equally indignant. “We only accept beatings from Gotham’s local superheroes!”
Isn't this also a form of regional discrimination?
Superman: "..."
He took a deep breath, too lazy to explain, grabbed the group, and tossed them through the gates of Blackgate Prison with the precision of a bowling ball. Other superheroes were doing the same thing.
Cyborg Victor Stone used his technological abilities to remotely control drones, blocking several main streets while spraying powerful sleeping powder into the riotous neighborhood.
"Oh, I dreamt of my mother, and she ate my father with me." The riot lasted less than an hour, but it is destined to be recorded as a highly symbolic event in Gotham's history. The main reason was the unprecedented scale of the riots, but they were also quelled quickly.
Many criminals are not suited to this level of intensity.
"I want Batman! I want Batman!"
"Hey girl! You're going to rip my head off!"
"Get out of here, Flash! Flash's a supermodel now!"
……
Perhaps until old age.
These criminals also don't want to see any other superheroes besides Batman again. Of course, the superheroes are equally impressed by Gotham's criminals.
"Damn it! Now I understand why Batman is so cautious. These lunatics here not only bite, they also want to bite me!" Aquaman patted his crotch with lingering fear.
"..."
Wonder Woman, seeing Aquaman with bite marks on his crotch, knew she should play dumb. The city's criminals were cleared out, but Superman seemed to be still busy with other tasks.
"What is this doing?"
Aquaman watched Superman fly by with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh~" sound.
Somewhat confused.
"He's moving all of Gotham's residents to other cities." Wonder Woman's dynamic vision is much better than Aquaman's, but she can only make out Superman's blurry figure.
"Huhuhuhu~"
The Flash was following Superman, but he didn't have Superman's invincible stamina. After running back and forth thousands of times, he was panting and sweating.
"Can you stop rolling around like this? Does anyone even remember I'm a dying man?" The Flash complained, but after catching his breath, he continued working.
"Just to confirm, Gotham East has been cleared out..." The Flash's voice rang out in the Justice League's communication channel, a red blur flashing past the last few apartment buildings.
Even though he used a dump truck.
Even his efficiency can't compare to Superman's.
While the Flash was clearing out one area, Superman had already cleared out all the residents of the other areas—the dump truck was really no match for moving the houses along with the dump truck.
"Yes, I've already relocated all the residents here." Superman hovered above the city, his gaze sweeping across the empty streets, his X-ray vision penetrating into the underground of every area.
This was to ensure that no citizen was overlooked. The main reason was that Ian's warning messages were too unsettling; to prevent Gotham residents from being contaminated by the Angels' disease, he had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.
By moving the house along with the property, the authorities could also alleviate some of their disaster relief pressure—on the way back to Gotham, Superman had already seen many officials respond immediately.
have to say.
America can be quite efficient at times; in fact, many banks have already partnered with government officials to launch "emergency relief" services for the public.
Even if the victims are left without money to buy food after being relocated, they can still receive a $950 disaster relief loan. Superman has no choice but to remain silent on this matter.
When the last batch of citizens were safely evacuated, the ghost town was eerily quiet, with only the low hum of the Gates of Heaven and the gloomy ruins under the chaotic sky.
"I hope everyone is prepared for the worst." Superman landed in front of his companions, his red cape billowing in the wind. "This is going to be a tough battle, and we need to make sure our families are settled beforehand."
Hear the words.
Everyone nodded.
Wonder Woman wiped the black slime off the Lasso of Truth.
"Where is your wife now? She's a restless reporter." She was clearly reminding Clark that simply placing Louise in a bomb shelter or something similar wasn't safe.
"Perhaps you could take Louise to Paradise Island."
Wonder Woman felt that her hometown should still be a relatively safe place. Since it was destroyed once before, Paradise Island is now much, much more hidden than before.