Bruce found that Darian was indeed not lying.
Although Clark's abilities were powerful, he was honest and good-natured to an absurd degree.
Bruce's probing methods became increasingly excessive, to the point where he eventually started provoking him directly to his face. Even Bruce felt that his actions were somewhat inhumane, yet Clark did not show a hint of anger throughout.
As a master of psychology, Bruce could tell at a glance whether a person was genuinely magnanimous or just pretending to be broad-minded.
However, he could not find any traces of pretense in Clark; he was truly a solid, good-hearted person.
This actually made Bruce feel somewhat surprised.
For any other powerhouse, being provoked repeatedly by someone much weaker than themselves would not result in a pleasant expression, even if they didn't resort to violence.
A good temper like Clark's was rare even among ordinary people, let alone for a Kryptonian with such powerful abilities.
After a series of tests, Bruce lowered his rating of Clark in his heart.
The original rating was 999 out of a full score, and now it was probably only 998.
Oh, right.
This wasn't a rating of strength, but a threat rating.
After Bruce knew that Clark was an honest man, he couldn't bear to keep bullying the other party...
Just kidding!
Now Bruce became even more unscrupulous.
He used the excuse of investigating Kryptonian intelligence to launch a carpet-bombing interrogation of Clark, wanting to squeeze out every piece of information from birth to the present to fill in his anti-Kryptonian plan.
Clark was also honest and answered every question.
In his view, Bruce was a veteran Superhero, having fought criminals for years and guarded the safety of an entire city, so he must be a kind-hearted person full of justice.
Everyone was a teammate fighting side-by-side to protect Earth, so revealing more about his own situation would actually increase mutual trust.
After all, Bruce wouldn't backstab his own teammates, right?
Darian shook his head at this, indicating that Clark was still too young.
From the moment he learned of the existence of Kryptonians, Clark had been on Bruce's lifetime blacklist, occupying the top spot permanently, and from then on, Kryptonite never left his person.
Batman in the comics had a short life, and he suspected that a large part of the reason was the radiation from Kryptonite.
Bruce wasn't satisfied after asking, and even asked Clark to demonstrate his superpowers on the spot, to get familiar with the strength of Kryptonians in advance and avoid being killed in a first encounter.
Clark didn't think much of it and demonstrated his abilities one by one, such as super strength, super speed, Cyclops, X-ray vision...
"Wait, you are Bruce Wayne? That playboy who makes headlines every day!?"
Clark activated his X-ray vision, his gaze penetrating the mask to see the true face underneath, and felt a sense of incredulity.
Although he didn't know much about Batman, he definitely knew Bruce Wayne.
After all, Metropolis and Gotham were separated by a bay, and a large portion of the industries in downtown Metropolis carried the Wayne Enterprises logo, so it would be hard not to know him.
He didn't expect that Batman was actually Bruce Wayne.
Seeing his identity suddenly exposed, Bruce's expression froze.
He had been too busy trying to trap Clark and ended up trapping himself.
"You have today too, Bat-boy."
Darian laughed out loud on the side without hesitation.
Bruce glanced at him expressionlessly.
No wonder this guy never mentioned that Clark had X-ray vision from the beginning; he was waiting here for him.
Since he had been seen through, Bruce didn't bother pretending anymore, indicating that he was a billionaire, and he revealed his cards.
As a courtesy, Bruce also showed Clark his 'money' ability.
He raised his hand and pressed the remote control, and a Batwing slowly slid out of the hangar. The lines were cool and sharp; one could tell it was expensive just by looking at the design.
Clark knew that rich people had their own private jets, but he hadn't heard that they had private fighter jets.
He followed Bruce into the cabin, looking at the luxurious interior configuration, and couldn't help but ask.
"This fighter jet isn't cheap, right?"
Darian chimed in casually: "Obviously, at least nine figures to start."
Clark was shocked and blurted out: "This piece of scrap metal that can be broken with one punch is actually worth so much!?"
Bruce: "..."
Just as the three of Darian were advancing their plans, those extraordinary beings who heard Darian's voice also began to make their own choices.
Deep under the sea.
A muscular man with a bare upper body, looking like Thor, was floating in the water, his face full of hesitation.
"Metropolis... seems a bit far from here. If I just swim there, who knows how long that would take. Should I just take a plane?"
The problem was he was penniless.
The little money he had left was all spent on alcohol, and now his pockets were cleaner than his face, so where would he get money for a plane ticket?
Just as he was worrying, a huge sailfish swam leisurely past him.
The muscular man's eyes lit up.
"Taxi... oh no, Taxi-fish, wait for me!"
Paris, The Louvre.
The light in the restoration room was soft, and the smell of protective agents filled the air.
A woman with long legs was standing in front of the workbench, wearing white cotton gloves, holding a small brush, carefully cleaning an artifact.
After that voice echoed in her mind, her hand paused.
She continued brushing.
After brushing twice, she stopped again.
She sighed softly, put down the brush, took off her gloves, and said to her colleague beside her: "I need to take a few days off to clear my head."
Central City, an abandoned self-storage warehouse.
A young man was squatting in the corner, holding his head, muttering to himself, his speaking speed as fast as if he had turned on an accelerator.
"Mother Earth is asking for our help, should I go or not?"
"I only got this ability a few days ago, and I haven't even figured out how to control it. How could I possibly beat those terrible aliens?"
...
"But if I don't go, what if that villain called General Zod really transforms Earth? Earth's civilization will be destroyed, and everyone will die then."
"What to do, what to do, what to do..."
Just as the young man was at a loss, he suddenly saw a newspaper on the table.
The front page was a report about the Gotham Spider-Man.
He gritted his teeth, stood up, and his eyes gradually became firm.
"With great power comes great responsibility!"
"Barry, come on!"
Los Angeles.
A cheap apartment was filled with smoke.
Constantine lay on the sofa, coughing until he curled up like a shrimp.
He coughed for a long time before stopping, trembling as he pulled a cigarette from his trench coat pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag.
Constantine: "Aah..."
Comfortable!
He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and his complexion finally looked a little better.
"Damn it... not much time left, must act quickly."
Constantine felt that his life was not long, and he longed for a ticket to Heaven even more.
He suddenly frowned and muttered to himself: "Come to think of it, the voice in my head just now, why does it feel strangely familiar? Could it be some good friend of mine who is still alive?"
On the other side, the Batwing landed on the Kent farm and took away Clark's crib.
That was the small spaceship that brought Clark from Krypton to Earth back then.
Bruce loaded the small spaceship into the Batwing and quietly activated the scanning mode.
He said in a deep voice: "At this point in time, some extraordinary beings should have already arrived in Metropolis. The next step is to find them and persuade them to assist us in fighting the Kryptonians."
Darian nodded and suggested excitedly: "Since that's the case, why don't we officially form a team? This will make us more united."
"I've already thought of the name. Since we are fighting for justice and are an alliance, let's call it 'The Seven'."
Bruce: "..."
Clark: "..."
No, what do these factors have to do with this name?
Clark couldn't help but ask: "Why is it 'The Seven'? There are clearly only three of us here."
Darian said seriously: "Because I did the math, and I calculated that our team is still missing four important members."
"But aren't you a priest? How can you tell fortunes?"
"Don't worry about these details."
Bruce was expressionless, silently lowering Clark's rating by one point in his heart.
Actually arguing about this kind of question with Darian, this silly guy, it seems this Clark is also a silly guy.
Driven by Darian's enthusiasm, neither Bruce nor Clark refused and joined the team.
[You have created the 'The Seven' team]
[NPC Bruce Wayne has joined your team]
[NPC Clark Kent has joined your team]
The system prompt sounded in Darian's mind right on time.
He grinned and struck while the iron was hot: "Since the team is built, let's open a chat group."
As he said this, he opened the interaction panel, built a group chat in a few clicks, and pulled Bruce and Clark into it.
[Group Owner Darian invites you to enter the chat group, do you want to join?]
A prompt sounded in the minds of Bruce and Clark at the same time.
Both of them were stunned.
Bruce turned to look at Darian: "What is this again?"
"Chat group, the function is the same as communication software on a mobile phone, except this is communication via the mind, which can be communicated at any time and anywhere."
Darian explained: "Those Kryptonians can control global signals. If we rely on conventional communicators at that time, they will block the signal, and we will become a mess. With a chat group, we don't have to worry about losing contact."
Clark thought it made sense and joined without hesitation.
Bruce frowned, instinctively wary of things that appeared directly in his mind.
However, at this juncture, unity and efficiency were clearly more important.
After weighing it for a moment, he chose to agree.
[Clark Kent has joined the chat group]
[Bruce Wayne has joined the chat group]
[Group owner renamed Clark Kent to 'Superman's Body']
[Group owner renamed Bruce Wayne to 'Superman's Brain']
Clark: "???"
Bruce: "???"
Both felt a wave of bad taste, wanting to change their names back, but found that they didn't have enough authority, and only the group owner could change names at will.
Damn authority dog!
Just at this moment, Clark suddenly frowned, looked up at the sky, and his expression became serious.
"General Zod and the others have already started to act. The spaceship is splitting, part of it is flying to the Southern Hemisphere, and the other part is approaching our direction."
Bruce immediately entered the state, called up the holographic map of the fighter jet, his fingers sliding quickly on it, locking onto an area.
"That part in the Southern Hemisphere will likely stop in the Indian Ocean."
Bruce calmly analyzed: "General Zod wants to exterminate humanity in the shortest possible time, so he will definitely choose densely populated coastal areas."
"Once the world engine is activated, the resulting chain earthquake will instantly destroy the coastal city belt, and the subsequent giant tsunami will also cover the entire Indian Ocean coast, eliminating hundreds of millions of humans."
Bruce continued: "Two world engines must operate simultaneously, deployed at the two antipodal points of Earth, using energy to penetrate the Earth's core to form a closed loop. Based on the landing point in the Southern Hemisphere, the deployment location of the second engine is likely Metropolis or nearby cities."
"But it is more likely to be downtown Metropolis. General Zod may already know that Darian is recruiting other extraordinary beings. For him, it is just right to wipe out everyone who hinders him."
As expected of the World's greatest detective, even Clark's super brain hadn't started running, and he could deduce so much at once.
No wonder Clark gave up thinking in the later stages.
After listening to Bruce, Clark couldn't sit still: "I am fast, leave that one in the Indian Ocean to me."
"Okay, Darian and I will solve the one in Metropolis."
Bruce nodded.
This strategy of splitting up was already in the plan. Clark's speed and individual combat power were best suited to deal with long-distance threats alone, while there was a group of extraordinary beings coming to Metropolis to cooperate.
Clark didn't talk nonsense, then bent his knees and lowered his body, rising from the ground.
The air was instantly torn apart violently, exploding a series of deafening roars, and circles of white Impact bloomed in the air.
In the blink of an eye, Clark's figure disappeared into the depths of the clouds.
Cheater!
Darian and Bruce looked up for two seconds, then withdrew their gaze, turned and dived into the Batwing, flying rapidly toward Metropolis.
On the way, Bruce was not idle, immediately contacting the Wayne Enterprises company in Metropolis, saying that danger was coming, and asking all employees to leave the company and retreat to the outskirts of Metropolis.
However, some employees were not very willing.
After all, their working hours were not over yet, what if this salary was calculated less? If they couldn't pay the loan, they would have to trigger the execution line.
Darian couldn't help but sigh: "Even if the end of the World comes, the wage slaves still have to continue working."
Bruce: "..."
He had to change his statement, saying that the company would get off work early today, and the salary would be calculated at three times.
Who knew that as soon as he finished saying this.
In less than a few minutes, the entire company was cleared instantly, and even the cleaning lady's figure could not be seen.
Bruce: "..."
For wage slaves, nothing is more refreshing than getting off work.
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