Me and countless me.

Chapter 648 Heroes Assemble
"It seems these conventional methods are useless..."

Seeing that neither the holy water imbued with the power of God nor other legendary items imbued with divine power had any effect on the Grim Reaper, Batman was quite satisfied with eliminating a large number of incorrect answers. However, the fact that they were useless still made him feel tense.

Batman's headache intensified when he witnessed another person being easily taken by the Grim Reaper.

He wished he could take the place of the soldiers on the front lines, but he knew he couldn't, because if anyone in Gotham could mobilize a large amount of resources and manpower to resist this Grim Reaper, it was truly him.

“Young master, at least you can make them die a worthy death, after all, many of them joined the army because they were forced to by circumstances.”

Alfred's voice rang out again, which improved Batman's mood considerably, but he still couldn't help but sigh.

"I know, but have you found those mysterious people? Those who are truly capable?"

"Of course, although it's still a bit hard to tell the truth from the falsehood, I think anyone who dares to come here after watching the video must have some ability. Moreover, this guy named Constantine has also been active in Gotham and has communicated with Zatanna's father... I must say, young master, these strange people and events are really well hidden."

Batman nodded.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Zatanna was also a magician."

He felt a sense of being deceived, a feeling of unease that Gotham was hiding more than he knew. So Batman's first thought was how to use his childhood friendship with Zatanna to find out the secrets of magic from her and how to counter it, completely forgetting that he and Zatanna were truly best friends.

And his first thought was to call Zatanna back, since she was currently on tour at the Metropolitan Opera and would only need half an hour to get there.

However, the Metropolitan area was unaware of what was happening in Gotham. Although it was just across a bridge, due to news censorship, many people were not aware of what was going on in Gotham, only that the bridge was closed.

However, it was easy for Batman to contact Zatanna, so after a moment's thought, he made a decision.

"Ah Fu, please ask Zatanna what she thinks and tell her that something has happened in Gotham."

Afu nodded. Although he regarded Zatanna as the young master's future wife, since Bruce had said so, he had no objection. After all, whether Zatanna came or not was her own business.

He only had one thing on his mind.

"Are you planning to invite Miss Zatanna as Young Master Wayne, or as Batman?"

This is a very important matter for Alfred. After all, no matter how powerful the Grim Reaper is, he can only kill one person per second. This is not a big deal for Gotham or the United States. As long as they can control the zombies created by the other side, they can easily stop this disaster.

Actually, it's not too difficult. Just build a huge prison, evacuate most of the Gothamites, and send prisoners and the army to capture the Gotham undead little by little and imprison them in the prison. This disaster can be easily resolved.

The only difficulty is how to lure the Grim Reaper to the prepared location. However, strictly speaking, it's not too difficult, since there are still many death row inmates throughout the country. The main problem is the operation itself, which requires calculating the Grim Reaper's activity time, using the bound death row inmates to lure the Grim Reaper to a specific location, trapping him there with human lives, and slowly finding a solution.

However, Afu felt that his young master would not choose this way of winning. After all, neither Batman nor Wayne's personality would allow them to 'win' in this way. In fact, Afu felt that his young master would definitely take the lead in dealing with that Grim Reaper, even at the cost of his own life.

Therefore, he sighed.

"Please forgive my bluntness, young master, but you need more trustworthy partners."

Batman paused for a moment, then sighed.

“Use Master Wayne’s identity, but don’t tell her I’m Batman now. Just tell her Gotham is in great danger, that some unknown Grim Reaper has appeared out of nowhere. If she wants to come back, she will. As for companions, I don’t think there are many adults in Gotham you can trust, and ordinary people can’t really help with this.”

Batman ended the call with Alfred and quickly headed towards the Batcave to prepare other options.

However, on the way back, Batman sighed and uttered his only lament at that moment.

"How wonderful it would be if there were an omnipotent, absolute superman in this world."

Meanwhile, the Gotham government had reported the incident, and as a result, in addition to Gotham's own National Guard, many special departments, or simply departments that knew some of the truth about the world, also began to arrive.

As a result, people around Gotham saw fighter jets and battle formations advancing towards Gotham and were thrown into panic.

After all, they didn't know what had happened.

Therefore, Clark, who was working on his farm, also heard the almost continuous sound of fighter jets.

Unlike the others who were unaware of the situation, his hearing allowed him to easily hear the sounds from passing fighter jets, which led him to know that these people were headed for Gotham, but this also left him very puzzled.

What happened in Gotham?

On the farm, Clark, holding a basket of corn in his arms, looked at the fighter jets flying overhead with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Who knows what's going on in Gotham? Maybe Wayne Enterprises is planning to take Gotham City independent."

Clark's father snorted. He didn't have a good impression of Gotham, but a worried look appeared on his face.

"However, the civilians there are likely to suffer."

Upon hearing this, he subconsciously looked at his son. He knew what kind of abilities his son possessed. Although he was restrained by a type of green stone that could be seen everywhere in the town, and had even been nearly defeated by it several times when dealing with supernatural events, his son truly deserved the title of a god among men.

However, he didn't intend to force his son Clark to go to Gotham. In his view, Gotham was probably already embroiled in various conspiracies and intrigues, and it was best for his son not to get involved. Otherwise, although he wouldn't suffer physical harm, the psychological damage would be inevitable. He just couldn't help but worry about the civilians of Gotham, and felt somewhat hesitant.

He wanted to save the civilians in Gotham, or at least find out what had happened, but he was old and just an old farmer from the countryside, and had no right to get involved in these matters.

Therefore, he experienced a kind of pain of wanting to do something but being powerless.

“Father, perhaps I can go and take a look.”

Clark sensed his father's pain, so he instinctively spoke up.

But he saw his father shake his head.

“No, Clark, I don’t want you to risk your life for me. The world is not ready for your arrival.”

He knew very well that wanting to save people was his own business, not his child Clark's. He had no right to impose his will on his child, even if the child could be called a god among men and could easily achieve his wishes.

Clark would be proud and honored if he wanted to go, but if Clark only went because I wanted him to, what if Clark encountered a bad wife in the future, or a woman who changed after witnessing Clark's power?
Clark's personality is too gentle; he certainly couldn't refuse the requests of the person he loves. Therefore, it's necessary to start with himself, preventing Clark from being swayed by the thoughts and desires of others, but rather making judgments based on his own will—determining what should be done, what shouldn't be done, what he wants to do, and what he wants to do but absolutely cannot do.
Clark's lips twitched. He desperately wanted to ask his father when he was 'ready,' but what he didn't know was that if he told his father now that he was also worried about the civilians of Gotham and wanted to go, and that he was acting entirely on his own will, then his father would only say one thing:

"Go do what you think is right, Clark!"

However, Clark simply lowered his head. Although he was very worried about the citizens of Gotham, looking at the rows of fighter jets, he felt that he probably wouldn't be needed. The US government and the Gotham government should be able to protect the civilians well.

His father was somewhat disappointed, and his expression turned serious, which Clark didn't know why. However, he still obediently returned to his room and looked at the green stone he had taken from someone who could manipulate fire.

These stones can effectively suppress his abilities, and he will even start to suffocate if he gets close to them. However, if they are placed next to him, he can live a normal life like a normal person without worrying about accidentally destroying something.

Therefore, as Clark lay on his bed, looking at the football team posters and thinking about the beautiful cheerleaders, he couldn't calm down because Gotham kept popping into his mind.

He felt that this was because his superpowers were too strong, which was why his father forbade him from joining the rugby team.

"Gotham, what exactly happened..."

He looked at his palm, then at the green stone that was very common in this small town, and couldn't help but ask himself again.

"And what can I do?"

Clark was lost in thought and couldn't help but look at Luther, who was getting balder recently. The comic book that Luther had lent him was still on his desk. He looked at Homelander, who was laughing wildly and arrogantly, and thought of what Luther had said.

'I can do whatever I want!'

"That would be so awful, but I remember Luther also sent me another comic book?"

He sat up, opened the new comic book Luther had given him, and saw the Death Note manga.

And so, Clark was once again lost.

He watched as Light Yagami, having gained power and influence, became arrogant, reckless, and used the Death Note to kill people at will. He felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help but have an idea.

"Do all people with power become bastards? Is having power a bad thing? I wish I didn't have that superhuman power, then I could join the rugby team too..."

He fell into self-doubt, and at the same time, Clark couldn't find anything under the light of the kryptonite.

His superpowers disappeared.

However, his superpowers disappeared, but Li Ke's training of the girls was on track.

"Nobody says superheroes can't use guns! My friends, stun grenades, concussion grenades, smoke grenades, and all sorts of gadgets, plus some special bullets—having a gun and not using it is a completely different matter!"

Li Ke stood in front of the weapons table, which was filled with all sorts of exaggerated weapons that only appeared in games, movies and novels.

Li Ke had already finished the tedious tasks of training these three rookies in combat, so now all that remained was to arm the girls and send them to the battlefield. Li Ke was certain that the US government and Gotham City government would launch a major attack against him, so it was time to prepare the heroes.

"Here, Batwoman, this is a gun I made for you. It can fire three hundred special bullets per second. These bullets are filled with a special gas that can make people laugh uncontrollably and lose their fighting ability because of the laughter."

Li Ke handed an AKM to Batwoman, then looked at Black Canary and picked up an M7 rifle.

"This is also a firearm that can fire special bullets, bullets that can involuntarily make people see their most fearful things and involuntarily immerse themselves in the gas!"

The two girls took the guns and looked at Li Ke with some confusion. Then they saw Li Ke take out bullets and grenades with smiling and frowning faces on them, one after the other.

"This is the ammunition, and so are these grenades. Don't worry, these bullets have special technology; even if they hit someone's eye, they won't cause permanent damage. You can laugh and keep shooting at those gangsters!"

Li Ke flashed a bright smile, but the two superheroes felt that something was amiss!

(End of this chapter)