"Louise?" their colleague and friend Jimmy Olsen stumbled over and leaned over the table and called out, "Where are you going?"

Lois, who was squeezing through the crowd, hesitated for two seconds. She herself was not sure whether she was thinking about Clark, Superman, or something else at this moment.

But Clark Kent is a pretty nice young man, isn't he?

A voice whispered in her heart.

"Nothing." The female reporter finally said nonchalantly, "The room is too stuffy, I'm going to get some fresh air."

No mention of Clark running out the door.

At this time, people are so busy taking care of themselves that it is difficult for them to notice who is missing around them.

She no longer paid attention to Jimmy's concern, impatiently kicked off the high-heeled shoes hanging on her feet, picked them up in her hands, and sprinted a hundred meters out of the office.

"...You don't look like you're in pain, but more like you're suffocating to death." Jimmy Olson muttered as he looked at her back.

**

"Superman." Batman's voice came from another city, interrupting the thoughts of the superhero floating in the air.

"What's wrong?" Superman asked, only then did he realize that Batman couldn't hear him.

He subconsciously searched his pockets, remembering that the communicator that the vigilante Gotan lent him last time was placed in a file bag in the living room of the rental house. Because he had no chance to use it, it was completely ignored by the owner. As for the cell phone...you can't expect Superman to hold the phone while flying.

Why can't we communicate through thoughts or brain waves?

Why hasn’t the system developed such a convenient new feature?

System: "Although you are one person, you are not one person. My words may sound strange, but you should understand. I can be a mouthpiece, but you have already taken the communicator by that time."

A red and blue wind blew across the sky above the metropolis.

For a long while, Superman was still flying in the same place, as if he had not moved.

"What's wrong?" He held the little gadget made by the Batcave in his hand and repeated what he had just said.

Batman: "Forgot your communicator at home?"

“…It’s not important.”

"Remember to put one on the collar of your uniform, and don't give me the chance to remind you the next time we meet." Batman said with a double meaning, "It's just to make trouble for yourself."

“…”

Grass (a kind of plant).

"I heard more than just Robin's voice around you. You were outside? In the daytime?"

"That's why I called you. The suicide squad was 'invited' to Metropolis by Lex Luther. Xiao Chou has placed a dirty bomb in downtown Gotham. I can't get away for the time being, so you have to solve the problem yourself."

"No problem, leave the affairs of Metropolis to me." Superman's relaxed tone came from the communication device, "I have been looking for an opportunity to beat up Luther for a long time."

"Dangerous speech." Robin beside Batman couldn't help but ask his mentor, "Can he control the strength?"

Batman's answer is simple and powerful: "He can."

Robin said: "I never thought Superman would say something like that... I thought he was the type who never gets angry."

This time the Dark Knight looked at him in surprise: "What gave you the illusion?"

Isn't it the level of peace and friendship between the two of you?

After muttering inwardly, Robin said seriously: "Before, the human army fired artillery shells at him. Or we threw kryptonite at him, and Superman didn't get angry with Nightwing."

Batman corrects him: "The former and the latter are two different things."

Can this be compared?

Kryptonite is the result of a discussion and the person's consent was obtained.

Robin choked: "...Even if they are not the same thing, Superman has a pretty good temper."

"Most of the time, yes. But if you've seen Lex Luthor's speech, it's not hard to understand Superman's anger."

Luthor has fired a map cannon. He's not just targeting Superman - who bears the brunt of it - but also those heroes who have no conflict of interest and are merely connected to Superman. He's trying to establish the idea that superhumans can't be trusted unless they're strictly supervised by ordinary people, or, more simply, by one person, Lex Luthor.

He wants to bring the powers that reign supreme over humanity to heel.

The problem is that he doesn't see groups other than himself as companions.

A complete egoist, no matter how much honey he puts in his words, cannot hide the knife hidden in his belly.

"Just like he made Metropolis the primary target of the suicide squad. On the surface, it was to get rid of the super villain Metal Man who was rampant in the city, but we all know that Metal Man was once under his command, and this was just a show to guide public opinion."

They took time to discuss while searching for the ugly little bullet.

"He didn't consider the casualties to ordinary people when he was making the plan." Batman pursed his lips grimly, "This presidential candidate only thinks about himself. You are totally wrong to regard him as a so-called human supremacist. It is better to call him 'Luther Supremacist'."

"But I still can't quite figure out his purpose."

"Superman will definitely defeat his enemies, and that's not enough to undermine people's trust in him. So what good does this plan do for Luther?"

Robin frowned in thought.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hands and buried his face in his palms.

"What's going on?"

"Batman, I don't know if I should say this, but I think I know what Luther is up to."

"…Tell me about it."

"He wants you to fight!" Robin didn't care about preventing others from hearing his conversation. He raised his voice involuntarily because this matter was really absurd and funny. "Think about why we left Gotham last time? Assuming that Xiao Chou didn't stop us at the critical moment, the Batplane has landed at Metropolitan Airport! We need to catch the criminals who escaped from Gotham, and Superman solved them in advance. Maybe the action was a little rough. If you didn't know each other before, what would you think when you saw this scene?"

"We will investigate him and keep him on our toes. When we find that our opponent is difficult to defeat, this hostility will only become more obvious."

"If something unexpected happens during the process, such as Batman discovering Superman's true identity, I'm afraid it will develop into a situation where there is no end in sight."

It is difficult for two people with equally strong personalities to get along well in a short period of time.

This kind of thing is also common among ordinary people. The only difference is that the conflicts and misunderstandings among ordinary people never end with blood and death.

Lex Luther had a plan.

But the problem is——

"We all know that you and Superman are friends." The masked young man said angrily, "Luther doesn't know that."

After hearing this logical explanation, Batman was stunned.

Is there such a thing?

My opponent instigated me to hit myself?

Luther's luck must have left him along with his hair.

In Metropolis, Superman held the Metal Man by the neck and held the superhuman who had been transformed into a metal body and a kryptonite heart when he was about to die in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of LexCorp, which was cleaned every day and was as bright as new. The kryptonite radiation and the struggle of his opponent made him feel pain all over, but in Luther's slightly narrowed and complacent eyes, Superman raised his head and laughed happily.

"Does Kryptonite have hallucinogenic effects?" Luther asked his secretary without turning his head. "Maybe you can take a picture of this scene, Mercy. Then submit it to the Daily Planet and let the supporters of the Sons of Light in Metropolis see what he looks like when he goes crazy."

"I'm laughing at you." Superman was panting because of exhaustion. The kryptonite in the Metal Man's chest had a huge impact on him, but the young man who was shaking with pain was still laughing. The humans in the building and the Kryptonians outside the building looked at each other through a transparent glass. "Whether it's cooperating with the Sky Eye Society, setting the first target of the suicide squad as the Metal Man, or letting them fight in the city to lure me out, and in order to reduce the losses, I had to fight the Metal Man and the kryptonite myself... Up to this point, I think your plan is pretty brilliant."

"But Batman and I have to fight? One has to kill the other? Are you serious?"

"I thought only kids of Nightwing's age would enjoy watching Harry Potter."

The human's green eyes darkened.

"You're crazy, Superman." He said softly, his tone surprisingly similar to that of the deputy commander of Krypton half a month ago, "I will not admit your slander. What good will that do me?"

"Who knows... um." The Metal Man grabbed Superman's hair and lifted him up, punching him in the stomach. Superman used his heat ray to force him back, but he could only stand against the wall. His voice was still very confident, not panicked at all, "Maybe you want to kill me with Batman's hand?"

Luther smiled as if he was disdainful. He took two steps back and said to his secretary, "There's no need to watch this barbaric fight. Let's go, Mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Superman exhaled another stream of frosty cold air. They fell on the place where the thermal line of sight had passed before. Under the alternating blows of extreme cold and extreme heat, the bulletproof windows that Lex Group had spent a lot of money to build finally couldn't bear the heavy burden and made an unknown creaking sound.

Metal talents don't care what their employers communicate with their enemies.

A vicious sneer emerged from his ugly skull, and as he looked at the Metropolis hero who was powerless to resist him, he rushed forward once again, held down the head that was so popular with the world, and slammed it heavily against the glass behind Superman.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the bulletproof window shattered into pieces. Luther turned around suddenly with a tense expression, and Superman exerted force suddenly and threw the metal man into the room like a cannonball.

Lex's secretary immediately pulled out a gun.

"Wait a minute——" Luther didn't have time to stop him.

The specially made bullet collided with the metal core, sparking flames.

"I'm sorry. This is all the Metal Man's fault." Superman finally got up from the ground and waved his hands to the property victim. "Is this a study? If any confidential documents were lost, I'm really sorry. To express my apologies, I will contact the Fire and Law Enforcement Team now. The follow-up handling of the Metal Man criminal will be left to you, Luther. I believe you have enough experience."

He turned and flew out of the room, with the Lex Group emitting flames and billowing thick smoke behind him.

"Boss...?" The secretary couldn't help but shudder at Luther's fierce expression, "What should we do next?"

"Give this garbage to the police and find a way to deal with it." Lex stared coldly at the unconscious metal man, "I am far from failure, arrogant and ignorant alien."

How naive! Who said there can only be one plan to kill the enemy?

Especially when the opponent is particularly difficult to deal with.

"Ever read the Bible, Mercy?"

"Boss?"

"Romans 5:8, 'But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.'" He put aside the list of members of the suicide squad, on which the name of the witch Joan Mone was highlighted in red, and then pulled out a newspaper clipping and smiled at the report praising Superman. "People should express their gratitude to me... It is me who will give Superman the opportunity to love all mankind."

His secretary shuddered at the boss's vague innuendo.

"Wait, there's one more thing." Lex Luthor suddenly sat up straight, "Go and find out for me what the relationship is between Superman and Batman?"

What's so funny about this plan? Why can't the two of them just fight each other?!