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Chapter 363 The Super Seven

Bruce discovered that Du Mu was indeed not lying.

Despite his powerful abilities, Clark is an honest and kind-hearted man with an unusually good temper.

Bruce's probing methods became increasingly excessive, eventually escalating to a point where he directly attacked the target. Even he himself felt that this approach was somewhat inhumane, yet Clark showed no anger whatsoever throughout.

As a master in the field of psychology, Bruce can tell at a glance whether a person is genuinely kind or just pretending to be generous.

However, he couldn't find any trace of pretense in Clark; he was indeed a genuinely kind-hearted person.

This surprised Bruce somewhat.

Any strong person, if repeatedly provoked by someone much weaker than themselves, would not be happy even without taking action.

Clark's good temper is rare even among ordinary people, let alone a Kryptonian with powerful abilities.

After some probing, Bruce's opinion of Clark lowered somewhat.

The original score was 999, but now it's probably down to 998.

Oh, by the way.

This is not a rating of strength, it's a rating of threat.

After Bruce realized that Clark was an honest man, he couldn't bear to continue bullying him...

No wonder!

This made Bruce even more unscrupulous.

Under the guise of investigating Kryptonian intelligence, he launched a thorough interrogation of Clark, wanting to extract every detail of his life from birth to the present, in order to fill in his anti-Kryptonian plan.

Clark was honest and answered every question.

In his view, Bruce was, after all, a veteran superhero who had fought criminals and protected the safety of an entire city for many years. He must be a kind-hearted and righteous person.

We are all teammates fighting side by side to protect the Earth. Sharing more about ourselves can actually increase mutual trust.

After all, Bruce couldn't possibly betray his own teammates, could he?

Du Mu shook his head at this, indicating that Clark was still too young.

From the moment he learned of the existence of Kryptonians, Clark was already on Bruce's blacklist for life, holding the top spot for years without wavering, and from then on, he never parted with Kryptonite.

Batman in the comics has a short lifespan, and he suspects that a large part of the reason is due to radiation from Kryptonite.

Bruce wasn't satisfied after asking all the questions, so he also made Clark demonstrate his superpowers on the spot to familiarize himself with the strength of the Chlorine aliens and avoid being killed on the first encounter.

Clark didn't think much of it and proceeded to demonstrate his abilities one by one, such as super strength, super speed, laser eyes, and X-ray vision. "Wait, you're Bruce Wayne? That playboy who's always in the headlines!?"

Clark activated his X-ray vision, his gaze passing through the mask to see the real face underneath, and he was filled with disbelief.

Although he didn't know much about Batman, he definitely knew Bruce Wayne.

After all, Metropolis and Gotham are separated by a bay, and a large area of ​​businesses in Metropolis bears the Wayne Enterprises logo, making it difficult not to recognize each other.

He never imagined that Batman was actually Bruce Wayne.

Bruce's expression froze upon realizing that his identity had been suddenly exposed.

He was so focused on screwing over Clark that he ended up screwing himself over as well.

"You've finally met your match, you little bat."

Du Mu laughed out loud without any restraint.

Bruce glanced at him expressionlessly.

No wonder this guy never mentioned Clark's X-ray vision; he was waiting for me here.

Since he had been seen through, Bruce simply stopped pretending and admitted that he was indeed a billionaire; he laid his cards on the table.

In return, Bruce also demonstrated his financial power to Clark.

He raised his hand and pressed the remote control, and a Bat fighter slowly slid out of the hangar. Its lines were cold and sharp, and you could tell from its design that it was expensive.

Clark knew that the wealthy had their own private jets, but he had never heard of them also having private fighter jets.

He followed Bruce into the cabin, and looking at the luxurious interior, he couldn't help but ask a question.

"These fighter jets must be expensive, right?"

Du Mu casually replied, "Obviously, it's at least nine figures."

Clark was immediately shocked and blurted out, "This piece of junk that could be shattered with a single punch is actually worth this much?!"

Bruce:

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As Du Mu and his two companions advanced their respective plans, the extraordinary individuals who heard Du Mu's voice also began to make their own choices.

Beneath the deep sea.

A burly man, shirtless and resembling Thor, was floating in the water, his face showing a look of inner turmoil.

"The metropolis... seems a bit far from here. If we just swim there, how long would it take? Maybe we should take a plane?"

The problem was that he was penniless.

I spent all the little money I had on alcohol, and now I'm completely broke. Where am I going to get the money for a plane ticket?

Just as he was worrying, a huge sailfish swam leisurely past him.

The burly man's eyes lit up immediately.

"Taxi... no, taxi fish, wait for me!"

Paris, Louvre Museum.

The restoration room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the scent of preservatives.

A tall, muscular man stood in front of a worktable, wearing white cotton gloves and holding a small brush, carefully cleaning an artifact.

After the voice echoed in her mind, her hand paused for a moment.

Keep refreshing.

It swiped twice, then stopped.

She sighed softly, put down the brush, took off her gloves, and said to her colleague, "I need to take a few days off to clear my head."

Central City, an abandoned self-storage warehouse.

One of them was crouching in a corner, holding his head in his hands, muttering to himself at an alarming speed.

"Mother Earth has asked us for help. Should I go?"

"I've only had this ability for a few days, and I haven't even figured out how to control it yet. How could I possibly defeat those terrifying aliens?"

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"But if we don't go, what if that villain named General Zod really transforms the Earth? Earth's civilization will be destroyed, and everyone will die."

"What to do, what to do, what to do..."

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Just as the young man was at a loss, he suddenly noticed a newspaper on the table.

The front page featured a report about Gotham's Spider-Man.

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and his eyes gradually hardened.

With great power comes great responsibility!

"Go Barry!"

Los Angeles.

Smoke filled the air in a cheap apartment.

Constantine slumped on the sofa, coughing so hard he curled up like a shrimp.

He coughed for a while before stopping, then shakily pulled a cigarette from his trench coat pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Constantine: (A)y-w

Comfortable!

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and his complexion finally improved a little.

"Damn it...time is running out, I have to hurry."

Constantine felt his days were numbered and his desire for a ticket to heaven grew even stronger.

He suddenly frowned and muttered to himself, "Come to think of it, that voice in my head just now... it felt strangely familiar. Could it be one of my good friends who's still alive?"

Meanwhile, the Batplane landed at Kent Farm and took Clark's crib.

That is, the small spaceship that carried Clark from Krypton to Earth.

Bruce loaded the small spaceship into the Batfighter and quietly activated the scanning mode.

He said in a deep voice, "By now, some superhumans should have already arrived in Metropolis. The next step is to find them and persuade them to help us fight the Kryptonians."

Du Mu nodded and suggested with great interest, "In that case, why don't we officially form a team? That way, we can be more united."

"I've already thought of a name. Since we fight for justice and are an alliance, let's call ourselves the Super Seven."

Bruce:

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Clark:

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No, what do these factors have to do with the name?

Clark couldn't help but ask, "Why is it a group of seven? We only have three people here."

Du Mu said seriously, "Because I did some calculations and figured out that our team is still missing four important members."

"But aren't you a priest? How can you tell fortunes?"

"Don't worry about the details."

Bruce remained expressionless, silently lowering Clark's rating by another point in his mind.

To actually argue about this kind of issue with Du Mu, that idiot, it seems Clark is an idiot too.

Driven by Du Mu's enthusiasm, Bruce and Clark both agreed and joined the team.

You have created the "Super Seven" team.

NPC Bruce Wayne has joined your party.

NPC Clark Kent has joined your party.

The system notification sounded in Du Mu's mind right on time.

He grinned and pressed his advantage: "Now that the team is set up, let's create a chat group too."

As he spoke, he opened the interaction panel, quickly created a group chat, and added Bruce and Clark to it.

[Group owner Du Mu has invited you to join the chat group. Would you like to join?]

A notification sounded in both Bruce's and Clark's minds at the same time.

Both of them were taken aback.

Bruce turned to Du Mu and asked, "What is this thing now?"

"Chat groups function just like messaging apps on a mobile phone, except that they allow for heart-to-heart communication, enabling people to communicate anytime, anywhere."

Du Mu explained, "Those Kryptonians can control global signals. If we still rely on conventional communicators, they can block our signals and we'll fall apart. With a chat group, we won't have to worry about losing contact."

Clark thought it made sense and joined without much hesitation.

Bruce frowned, instinctively wary of something that appeared directly in his mind.

However, at this critical juncture, unity and efficiency are clearly more important.

After a moment's consideration, he decided to agree.

Clark Kent has joined the chat group.

Bruce Wayne has joined the chat group.

The group owner renamed Clark Kent to "Superman's Body".

The group admin renamed "Bruce Wayne" to "Superman's Brain".

Clark: "???"

Bruce: "???"

Both of them felt a wave of wicked amusement wash over them and wanted to change their names back, but they found that they didn't have enough permissions; only the group owner could change names at will.

Those damn privilege-granting dogs!

Just then, Clark suddenly frowned, looked up at the sky, and his expression became serious.

"General Zod and his men have already begun their operation. The ship is splitting up, with one part heading towards the Southern Hemisphere and the other part approaching our direction."

Bruce immediately got into the zone, pulled up the holographic map of the fighter jet, and quickly swiped his finger across it, locking onto a specific area.

"The southern part will most likely stop in the Indian Ocean."

Bruce calmly analyzed: "General Zod wants to exterminate humanity to the greatest extent possible in the shortest time, so he will definitely choose densely populated areas along the coast."

"Once the world engine starts, the chain of earthquakes it triggers will instantly destroy coastal cities, and the subsequent giant tsunami will cover the entire Indian Ocean coast, wiping out hundreds of millions of people."

Bruce continued, "The two world engines must operate simultaneously, deployed at the two antipodal points on 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 most likely to be a metropolis or a nearby city."

"However, it is more likely that in the metropolitan area, General Zod may already know about Du Mu's recruitment of other superhumans. For him, it is a good opportunity to wipe out all those who are in his way."

As expected of the world's greatest detective, he was able to deduce so much even before Clark's super brain had started working.

No wonder Clark gave up thinking about it later on.

Upon hearing Bruce's words, Clark immediately became restless: "I'm fast, give me the one in the Indian Ocean."

"Okay, Du Mu and I will take care of the Metropolitan one."

Bruce nodded.

This split-push strategy was part of the plan. Clark's speed and individual combat strength are best suited for dealing with distant threats alone, while there is a group of superhumans on their way to Metropolis who can cooperate in the battle.

Without a word, Clark bent his knees and lowered himself into the air.

The air was instantly torn apart violently, exploding with a series of deafening roars, and rings of white shockwaves bloomed in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Clark's figure disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

That's awesome!

Du Mu and Bruce craned their necks for two seconds before looking away, turning and getting into the Batplane, which sped towards Metropolis.

Bruce didn't stop during the journey. He immediately contacted Wayne Enterprises' office in Metropolis, saying that danger was approaching and that all employees should leave the company and evacuate to the outskirts of Metropolis.

However, some employees are not so willing.

After all, their working hours haven't ended yet. What if their wages are too low? If they don't have money, they won't be able to repay their loans, and if they can't repay their loans, they'll trigger the death penalty.

Du Mu couldn't help but sigh, "Even if the world ends, the oxen and horses will still have to keep working."

Bruce:

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He had no choice but to change his story, saying that the company was letting people leave early today and that wages would be calculated at three times the normal rate.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than...

In just a few minutes, the entire company was emptied, and even the cleaning lady was nowhere to be seen.

Bruce:

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For oxen and horses, nothing is more enjoyable than getting off work.