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"No, go a little further. You mentioned an alliance?"

"Uh, yeah."

“Just as I thought,” Superman said happily. “The invaders may return, and there may be even more threats. Just think, with so many of us so gifted, how much we could achieve if we came together!”

The group exchanged glances, seemingly beginning to seriously consider the proposal.

"Whatever, I'm joining." Barry was the first to speak, then looked at Hal, "I'll join the league faster than you now. From now on, you'll have to call me senior."

“Hey, that’s not fair,” Hal yelled. “I had already decided to join, you just shouted it out faster than me.”

"That sounds interesting!"

Kara tugged at Shen You's sleeve.

Should we also...?

"You can give it a try if you're interested, but I'll pass." Shen You shrugged with a smile. "The place I'm from has some special regulations. Our laws stipulate that we should try to interfere as little as possible in the private affairs of other people's planets."

Although the Justice League was formed due to foreign invasion, one of its main functions is to fight crime. Sometimes it is also forced to get involved in international affairs, which obviously conflicts with the principles of the Land of Light.

“Okay.” Kara said, somewhat disappointed.

"I'll pass," Batman said calmly, his face still expressionless. "I have no interest in the club."

Superman nodded: "Okay, Batman joins us too. Who else?"

Batman: "."

Chapter 269 We're Just Robbing a Bank

Shen You took out his exquisite ceramic coffee cup and slowly poured freshly brewed coffee into it. The amber liquid swirled in the cup, releasing an enticing aroma.

Shen You sat at the table, swirled his cup, took a leisurely sip, and watched with great interest as a group of immortals enthusiastically discussed alliance matters.

Witnessed the legendary Justice League's formation up close. There were no ceremonies, no oaths, or any of the usual procedures you'd expect at the founding of a landmark alliance. Just a bunch of exceptionally talented and charismatic individuals, drinking coffee and chatting, settled the matter of this groundbreaking organization's birth.

Right now, people are arguing about what to name the organization.

“If you ask me, we need a resounding name. Something that exudes a kingly aura, something that makes each of us sound unique,” ​​Hal said.

“For example?” Barry asked.

“For example,” Hal said calmly and solemnly, “the Seven Giants.”

A brief silence fell over the store.

"What's wrong? Isn't this pretty impressive?" Hal spread his hands. "There are seven of us, and each of us has unique skills. Can any of you come up with a more awesome name?"

"But we won't always have only seven people, right?"

Kara sat on the back of a chair, her long legs swaying back and forth.

"I don't know, but the name doesn't sound very good, and it limits us to only seven. What if we're planning to recruit an eighth person? How are we going to explain to others that there are actually eight people among the seven giants?"

"So what? It's perfectly normal for the Four Heavenly Kings to have five members," Hal muttered. "Besides, do we really need more people? I think we have enough to handle any problem. Anyone who wants to join will have to earn my respect first."

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Shen You as if he had suddenly remembered something: "Oh, unless it's that person. Then I absolutely agree."

"Don't say that. This is a time of miracles. There are still many talented and promising people," Superman said. "For example, did you guys follow what happened last week? A submarine in the Pacific was intercepted by special pirates, and someone single-handedly crossed the ocean and took them down?"

“Ah, I’ve heard of that!” Kara raised her hand. “I know! His superpower is talking to fish!”

Hal laughed out loud: "What? So that way we can send a fish out to scout the situation before we go to war in the future?"

“I heard there’s a superhero in Star City now, he wears a hood and likes to use a bow and arrow. They call him Hooded Man in Star City, and I heard he’s pretty good.” Barry.

"So his superpower is archery?" Hal chuckled jokingly, glancing at Batman beside him. "Let's pass on that. We already have a mascot who can't do anything. No offense intended."

Upon hearing this, Superman's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, things are going to get bad."

Peeking over, I saw that Batman's face seemed expressionless as always, but a green ring had appeared on his hand at some point.

“All the extraordinary things come from this little ring,” Batman said coldly. “So you really should keep an eye on it. Sometimes victory or defeat isn’t determined by the weapon, but by the person wielding it.”

Hal was startled, only then realizing that the ring on his hand was gone. The uniform that the green light had conjured instantly turned into energy specks and dissipated, leaving him only in a pair of shorts, which felt a little chilly in the wind.

"Hey!"

Hal shouted, and with a thought, the ring flew from Batman back to his hand. The next second, the suit reverted to its original form, but as he looked around, he noticed everyone wearing ambiguous, half-smiling expressions.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he turned to look at Barry, who was laughing the loudest next to him: "What are you laughing at!?"

Barry immediately straightened up: "I remembered something happy."

But he only held on for half a second before his lips curled up in an uncontrollable, wild smile again.

Batman stood up.

“Where are you going? We haven’t decided on a name yet,” Superman said.

"A bank robbery," Batman said coldly. "I don't have time for your nonsense."

Upon hearing this, everyone present instinctively stood up.

"bank?"

"Robbers?"

"Where where?"

"We can go together."

"What did I say? Alliance activities!"

Batman frowned, his gaze disapproving, and said rather bluntly, "This is my city, my problem. I don't need anyone else interfering, especially not some Crime Fighting Club."

Before he could finish speaking, Alfred said from the side, "On Ninth Avenue in Kingston, gentlemen. Please be careful on your way."

“Alfred.” Batman looked at the butler with displeasure.

Alfred stood gracefully to the side: "This is what I always tell you, young master. This is what a team is."

Batman: "."

Royal Flush, yet another new supervillain group in Gotham.

This is a group of people from different backgrounds who call themselves after the King, Queen, Jack, 10, and Ace of playing cards. Ace is a robot with superhuman strength and invulnerability to weapons; the King has a set of mind control equipment; the Queen's scepter can materialize illusions; Jack has a lightsaber and high-tech laser eyes; and 10's weapons are a glove that can fire shockwaves and exploding playing cards.

They might not be considered a top-tier team, but they believed their roster and abilities were enough to make waves in Gotham.

They stormed the bank head-on and broke into the vault. They had meticulously planned their route and strategy, including the deployment of Gotham police forces and the arrival time of the first team.

"It's over, straight flush." ​​A voice rang out from behind them. "Put down your weapons and surrender."

With five minutes remaining before the Gotham Police Department's earliest calculated arrival time, only one person could arrive at the scene at that point—someone they couldn't calculate or predict.

"Batman." The King of Flush turned around with a cold smile. "We've been waiting for you. We've prepared something for you, haven't we?"

The king blinked twice, completely bewildered.

When I turned my head, I didn't see Batman.

Instead, it features a huge, eye-catching "S" shape, along with a fluttering fiery red cloak.

Superman?

And it's not just Superman.

Beside him was a girl wearing an S-shaped cloak, a flashy green light show warrior from the seaside city, a legendary speedster from the central city who could travel thousands of miles in a single step, a long-legged female warrior with a cool appearance but an intimidating aura, and a frightening-looking green guy.

The unexpectedly luxurious lineup left the royal flush completely stunned.

No, we're just robbing a bank.

As for?

Chapter 270 Interested in joining?

"Unable to resolve".

"The underground laboratory," Pal replied.

Lying before Shen You was a mechanical device covered in intricate metallic patterns. He had already performed a full scan using laboratory equipment, but the information obtained was limited.

This thing is called a mother box.

Shen You obtained this thing from Deherrean after the battle with Apocalypse. However, after bringing it back, he discovered that it didn't seem to be as plug-and-play as it appeared in the original work. The technology and principles involved were at an extremely high level, and it seemed that it wouldn't be easy to understand.

But that's not surprising. The Mother Box is the pinnacle of Apokolips—no, it could even be said to be the culmination of the entire Neo Protoss's technology. While its most well-known use is as a portal to create blast tunnels, that's just the most basic application.

The known abilities of the Mother Box include, but are not limited to, storing all the knowledge of the New Gods, controlling gravity, manipulating emotions through mind control, resisting damage, taking over and controlling all mechanical systems, resurrecting the dead, and rewriting the molecular structure of matter to manipulate objects.

Despite decades of comic book history, even the Neo-Gods have never fully explored the Mother Box's potential, nor has anyone completely unlocked its secrets. All that is known is that the Mother Box is a kind of supercomputer closely connected to the "Origin" of creation, and is the Neo-Gods' primary tool for communicating with Origin.

The lore initially stated that only the New Gods could create and control the Mother Boxes. However, this was later proven to be unreliable. The Justice League later acquired considerable technology related to the Mother Boxes, and Cyborg, a core member, even fused with one at one point.

This is likely the technology most closely connected to the "Source" in the entire multiverse. Shen You would certainly not let go of the opportunity to study it, but it is also clear that achieving results may be a long and arduous journey.

As they were studying it, a small black stone, which had been forgotten in a corner of the laboratory and covered by a protective shield, suddenly trembled. Chaotic magical fluctuations slowly rolled along the stone's veins.

The Blood Cult's communication stone.

Shen You's expression shifted. He had been too busy lately, traveling between space and Earth, and his research projects ranged from the Speed ​​Force to the Emotional Spectrum and the legendary "Source." This excessive busyness had made him forget all about the sacrificial rituals.

Now I just remembered that the Blood Cult leaders seemed to have said they were going to plant Sky Eye spies in him and his aliases.

After giving their instructions, there was no further news for a while; they said they went upstairs to make arrangements. Even with the bewitching power of the evil god and the blessing of magic, it wouldn't be easy to infiltrate the Heavenly Eye. They probably have a lot of preparations to do.

Now we've finally received contact, so it seems like everything is ready.

Shen You thought for a moment, then laid out the black stones one by one. He then created several clones of himself, each with a different identity, and joined the conference room.

It was the same familiar dark space, the same familiar hooded silhouette. Shen You, with his dozen disguises, and the only true believer present—the commander in charge of management and giving orders—logged into the conference room together.

"Commander, is our undercover mission ready?" a shadowy figure asked excitedly.

"I'm ready to give my life for the organization!" Another shadowy figure eagerly anticipated.

The commander smiled and said, "I have felt your enthusiasm for the organization. Your undercover mission has also been arranged by the organization, and the preparations are basically complete."

But I need to clarify that this mission will be extremely dangerous, very difficult, and crucial. However, the organization believes in your abilities, and the Great Lord will protect you.

After a pause, he changed the subject.