American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 283 The Alfred Protocol

Detroit.

Located on the coast of Detroit in the Great Lakes region of the United States.

A city situated around a body of water.

Countless black, mysterious, chopstick-like iron objects soaring into the sky are surrounded by the city, like stars surrounding the moon.

Above the towering giant cosmic tuning forks, one superhero after another hangs.

They continuously supplied Barbatos with dark energy.

The dark energy encircling the neck is like a noose, suspending people like pieces of dried meat, looking terrifying and horrifying.

Beneath these massive iron structures, butlers in suits and ties, each with an impeccable expression, strode about.

However, the red light emanating from her eyes ruined this sense of beauty.

Beneath their trouser legs, one could occasionally see rotting corpses lying on the ground.

Not far from these Afu, in a huge black spire, a figure clad in gleaming black metallic armor silently watched everything that was happening in the city.

The glass reflected the metal bat mask.

His thoughts drifted back to a long time ago.

...

It was a terrible night.

Earth-44.

"Bang!"

The whistling iron fist slammed into the old butler's face, causing him to open his mouth and spit out blood.

His thin yet upright body collapsed helplessly onto the floor.

"I wonder how you are, old butler? But I could play like this all day long!"

Killer Crocodile grinned and grabbed the old butler's already sparse hair.

"That won't do, little crocodile, you have to leave some for the rest of us!"

Harley Quinn tossed her long, red and blue blonde hair, her pale face contorted with madness.

"Enough! Before we get serious, tell us where Batman is!"

Unlike the others, Harvey the Two-Face brandished the gold coins in his hand, staring at the old butler with a hostile expression.

"Uh, who is Batman? I don't know. Can you tell me what Batman is?"

As always, the old housekeeper kept his mouth shut.

But Killer Croc clearly had no patience for this guy's sophistry, and he lifted the old butler up with his thick arms.

The old man, his face pale and frail, said in a weak voice, "Perhaps I can help you in another way?"

But in response, Killer Croc slammed his hands down, aiming at the old butler's spine and shattering it completely.

The death of the old butler was announced amidst the sinister laughter of numerous villains.

...

"Replay".

Inside the silent Batcave, Bruce stood before the Brothers Eye computer, staring at the old butler lying in a pool of blood on the large screen, and murmured, "Replay."

He didn't know how many times he had watched the video.

After Thomas and Martha, his most important old butler also died at the hands of that group of criminals.

He couldn't describe how he felt at that moment.

"Bruce, you can't go on like this."

In this universe, Clark is also Bruce's friend, pushing up his glasses.

"Clark is right, Bruce, we're worried about you."

"And watching these things is bad for your mental health," Clark sighed.

"Mental health?"

Bruce seemed to have heard something ridiculous.

He recalled the pastor's prayers standing before Afu's grave, and the coffin descending with the reins.

He said, "I'll tell you what's bad for your health, Clark."

"What's harmful to my health is standing here thinking about the person who raised me like a father lying in a coffin with 36 comminuted fractures all over his body."

Batman clenched his fist: "I can't imagine what kind of torture he suffered."

"He has been by my side my whole life, but now I have lost him."

Bruce's friends in the Justice League also chose to remain silent after seeing his statement.

"Well, Bruce, maybe you need some alone time," Clark sighed. "We're leaving now."

The group followed Clark away, but Bruce, unusually, taught Vic, a person with exceptional talent in the field of computers, a lesson.

"I started scanning Alfred's mind a few years ago. In order to make him exist after his death, I wanted to create an artificial intelligence, but this work has never been completed. I call it the Alfred Protocol."

He turned to the black man in the suit and said sincerely, "I can't do this difficult job by myself. I need your help. To me, Afu is like a father."

...

"So, what was the ending?"

Flying through the skies toward Detroit, braving the howling winds, Clark asked curiously.

"The ending was very interesting."

Gino squinted and revealed the information he knew: "After that."

....

That was a month after the Alfred Protocol was created.

In the dimly lit Gotham City, a burly man with various instruments and tubes inserted into his back walked hurriedly.

Bain stared in horror at Alfred, who seemed to emerge around him like a quantum fluid.

They kept repeating, "What can I do for you?"

These butlers seemed to appear endlessly on every corner of the street, surrounding the massive Bane.

"Uh, listen, I'm not going to follow Batman anymore, understand?" Bane, the tall, famous villain, his eyes flashing with terror, clenched his fists and assured the group of Alfred, "I'm going to the airport now, back to my home, Priscilla!"

"You don't need to kill me, I'll leave!"

He watched in horror as these Afu slowly raised their hands, and their palms continuously transformed and assembled into terrifying quantum laser cannons.

"boom!"

Beams of light roared toward Bane, and as the light faded, a massive figure crashed onto the cold street.

Tyrant Bane was riddled with lasers by a group of Alfred and fell to the ground.

Inside the bat cave, standing in front of sophisticated instruments.

As Cyborg strode through the bat cave, a look of bewilderment crossed his face, which was half metal and half flesh: "What happened?"

"As you can see, it is Alfred."

"Once activated, it begins to spread, creating one version of itself after another!"

Bruce crossed his arms, a gentle smile on his face.

"He is protecting me and eliminating anyone or anything that could potentially harm me."

Bruce's face was full of relief: "Bane isn't the first, he's the last."

But Cyborg's face was serious: "Don't you know that last night that robot killed every single prisoner in Arkham Asylum?"

Cyborg said excitedly, "At first, we just planned to help you create an artificial intelligence."

"But I suspect it's out of control now."

Listening to Cyborg's incessant complaints, Bruce's face showed a hint of impatience.

"Okay, then open your eyes and look at me."

Batman turned around, and his original flesh and blood body began to flicker, revealing a monster covered in metal to Cyborg.

(End of this chapter)