Jedi Knights in the Comic World

The next day, Clark took advantage of the break to drag Albert to the tea room to chat.

"What's wrong? Do you have something to do with me? Or do you think it's boring to fly around now?"

Albert took two paper cups and poured coffee next to the coffee machine and handed it to Clark. Clark took the coffee and took a sip without it being too hot.

"You also have superpowers, why don't you help those in need?" Clark looked at Albert, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, which Albert keenly caught.

He smiled, patted Clark on the shoulder, and said, "I'm not you. I've been living here for more than thirty years since I was a child. I've only been here for a few months, and I don't have that strong influence on the earth. A sense of belonging. Not to mention I’m tired of fighting.”

"I want to form a team to unite those righteous superpowers to fight against the evil forces and help those in need." Clark pondered for a moment and said.

"Now the whole world is publicizing your heroic deeds. Isn't that good enough?"

Albert took out his tablet and searched for the keyword 'Superman', and dozens or hundreds of key news items popped up instantly.

"Superman rescued thousands of people trapped in the Indonesian tsunami. God must have answered people's prayers!"

"Superman stopped a missile launched by a terrorist!"

"Superman stops a bank robbery and brings the criminals to justice!"

"Tragedy almost happens: Superman saves all the children in the bus from the rapids!"

“Superman Memorial Statue in Rebuilt Metropolis Plaza Completed!”

"Superman, the god walking on earth!"

Now the entire society is paying attention and crazily discussing the topic of Superman. For a while, he has become the undisputed headline and traffic star. Photos of Clark wearing a dark blue suit and a bright red cape appear on the homepages of major websites. Above is a specially bolded title: Superman saves the world!

This news has been clicked hundreds of millions of times, with tens of millions of comments underneath. Some people think Superman is an alien. Aliens will not have mercy on earthlings. Some people think Superman is an alien. God's spokesperson, countless people discussed, argued, and argued with each other in full swing.

"Look at this, you are already a god. How many people come to pay homage to your statue in the Metropolitan Square outside every day! Aren't you satisfied?"

Albert pointed to the words on the screen, looked at Clark, and said with a smile.

Clark did not show an expression of joy, but said with a heavy face: "No matter how powerful I am alone, I can't save what happened at the same time. I need help, Albert."

Clark successfully prevented these things that were broadcast on the news, but many times when he was preventing cases here, similar cases were also happening in another place. No matter how fast he was, he could not prevent these things from happening at the same time but far away. An event that occurs in another city or even on the other side of the world.

He even kept awake for several nights because of this matter. Louise couldn't bear it anymore, so she pointed him to find Albert for help.

Now Clark understood, right! And here's Albert! No matter what happens, you have to bring Feo La here as a helper!

"Then, come to my house at six o'clock in the evening, let's have a casual dinner and let me hear your plan! Remember to take Louise with you."

Albert looked at Clark's eyes with a hint of hope buried deep in his eyes, sighed and said.

Clark was very happy. Although he had been working alone and said he didn't care, he would pay attention to the evening interview news in the metropolitan area every night. Watching those reporters and politicians commenting favorably or derogatoryly on him, he would feel somewhat complicated.

He purely wants to help those innocent people and has no other thoughts, but these people will always misinterpret and modify his actions and turn him into a bad person.

He really hopes that someone can fight alongside him, even if it's just one person. Now that Albert showed a hint of support for him, how could he not be happy.

Albert patted Clark on the shoulder, turned and left the tea room. This was not a tea party, let alone a good place to talk about his other identity.

Gotham, inside the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor.

"Mr. Wayne, you are back."

Alfred was welding a piece to the newly made armor when he heard footsteps coming from the cave and knew without looking up that it was Bruce Wayne who was back.

"Still working?" Bruce Wayne took off his suit and walked. Looking at the old butler with his gray hair combed meticulously, he couldn't help joking: "Alfred, you are getting old, and your hands and feet are also slow."

"Everyone will grow old, Master Wayne!" Alfred retorted: "Even you are already old beyond the age of dying young, although you often try to do so."

"Did you get anything out of last night, Master Wayne?"

Alfred asked casually after testing the microphone, carefully tightening the small screws on the armor.

"No, his level is too low and he doesn't know anything." Bruce fiddled with the computer in the cave and said with a frown, "But according to my investigation, this person probably knows more."

"Anatoly Kenyazev, he is a Russian with business all over the world, and his base is in the port of Gotham, trafficking in humans, arms, etc."

"So technically the White Portuguese is a Russian?"

After Alfred tightened the screws, he walked down from the console, picked up a bottle of red wine, poured half a glass of red wine for Bruce, and handed it to him.

"No." Bruce took a sip of red wine and said. "We're still not sure whether the White Portuguese is a human being or something else."

"But one thing is clear. If I follow him, I can find the person behind him."

"Master, you should take a good rest for some time."

The old housekeeper sighed when he saw that his master had never shown any signs of relaxation since that day.

"Even if you know that he is a person, it is not yet known whether this person exists. It is also possible that he is just a phantom."

"Phantom would want to bring a dirty bomb into Gotham?" Bruce glanced at the old butler.

"Wow~ That's too dangerous!" The old butler said in surprise, turned around and took a newspaper and placed it in front of Bruce, sighing: "New guidelines?"

In the Gotham newspaper, a criminal who was seriously injured by Batman was covered in blood and being supported by two policemen, with a huge bat logo branded on his chest. Above this picture, the bold title clearly reads: Batman’s Brand of Justice.

Bruce glanced at the newspaper casually and said nonchalantly: "We are criminals, Alfred. We have always been criminals. This is no different from what I used to do."

Alfred shook his head and said, "No, Master Wayne, this is not the same as before."

"When Rachel and Harvey were kidnapped a few months ago, you didn't abuse the clown crazily because of it. At most, you broke a few ribs. Now you have used branding and brutal methods."

"Everything has been different since that day when aliens fell from the sky."

Alfred turned around and clicked on a set of pictures on the computer. Superman in a blue suit and a huge alien aircraft could be vaguely seen in the pictures, but the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Someone fell from the sky, and the gods threw down lightning."

The old butler had a worried expression on his face and said worriedly: "Innocent people died in vain. From then on, you have become different from before, Mr. Wayne."

"Fanasia, anger, fear, and the feeling of powerlessness turn your originally kind-hearted person into a cruel person."

Alfred sighed and turned towards the unfinished armor. No matter what, he still had a lot of work to do.

Bruce's young but weathered face was expressionless. He looked at the blue figure floating in the sky on the computer screen and said word by word: "This alien has brought war to our homeland, Alfred! Thousands of people died in just one conflict!"

"He can destroy a luxurious shopping street to pieces at will! Those alien machines even want to drill into the center of the earth and change the world! They even almost killed Jack!"

"But Jack is fine, sir!" the old butler turned around and argued.

"The aliens retreated midway! They didn't cause any more harm! Did they?"

Bruce's voice became excited: "But there is one left! And this so-called God! What a bullshit god's spokesman! He is an alien bastard! This bastard has the power to destroy the entire human civilization. If What will be the consequences once he becomes our enemy? Even if this possibility is low, we still need to be prepared! We must find a way to counter him!"

"But he is not our enemy, at least not yet." Alfred's voice also began to get louder: "How can humans fight against such a powerful being like a god, Master Wayne? Do you rely on you to lead the earth? Powered armor transformed from decades of technology? You are simply committing suicide!"

"We have been fighting criminals in Gotham for several years, Alfred." Bruce showed a self-deprecating smile: "We have seen so many people break their hearts and original promises, and how many good people have been infected and become evil. ?”

"I believe that even if we can't find a way to fight him in the end, he will eventually have other weaknesses."

"If you do this, the Wayne family will really have no descendants! Although there may not be any in the first place." The old butler looked at his master with an unhappy face and said, but then denied his own words.

His character as a master is really troublesome, especially during the recent period. He has been like crazy, desperately trying to track down the whereabouts of the so-called "White Portuguese". The methods used were extremely brutal and cruel. Fortunately, Harvey and Rachel went on their honeymoon, otherwise they would not know what his master would be like if he saw him like this.

"Alfred, you don't understand." Bruce sighed.

"That feeling of powerlessness in the face of crisis, I don't want to try anymore."

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