American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 285 Kill That Batman

"A USB flash drive?"

As Gino emerged from the flames, the killing machine tilted its head as if it couldn't comprehend it.

The program worked and quickly reconnected to the previous computer.

The electronic voice was somewhat hoarse and low.

"You're just putting on airs!"

Former Batman, now a killing machine.

His computing power began to analyze things rapidly.

Defeating the Alfred Protocol via the Internet?

This is impossible. Countless worlds and countless brilliant internet geniuses have failed to break the protocol.

Not to mention that the killing machine analyzed Gino.

The opponent is very strong, but they have never shown any talent in computers.

"My butlers are endless!"

He roared and opened his arms, and one after another, Afu walked out through the light screen.

Repeating the words "What can I do for you?", their eyes glowing red, these nanomachines charged toward Gino once more without fear of death.

The view is endless, like a tsunami, enough to trigger the uncanny valley effect.

Current progress: 100%!

As the singer announced in the earpiece, the figure of the many Afu who had been rushing towards the spot to ignite the fire suddenly stopped.

The metallic surface crackled with electricity, like a short circuit, and many of the Afu bent over with difficulty, their words becoming intermittent.

"I can, for you."

"Sizzle!"

As if reaching a critical point, the endless Afu exploded with a devastating roar, and the destructive flames almost set the entire city ablaze.

The powerful bombardment instantly sent the killing machine flying.

"Bang!"

At that moment, Gino slowly raised his palm.

"Heavenly Magic!"

The boy let out a low shout, and the twisted steel bars seemed to be conjured up as they roared and extended to bind the limbs of the killing machine that had fallen to the ground.

"Crack!"

The electric current output from underground paralyzes and kills the internal equipment of the killing machine.

He convulsed as if paralyzed on the ground, his eyes flashing with a terrifying red light.

The electronic prosthetic eye stared intently at the figure falling from the sky.

"Gino Luther!"

A voice devoid of any emotion echoed as the killing machine stared intently at Gino: "How did you do that?"

"Want to know?" Gino looked at the killing machine lying motionless on the ground.

The killing machine didn't speak, but its metal head swayed slightly.

It's clear he really wants to know.

Gino slowly bent down as if he had taken a great act of kindness.

He stared at the killing machine, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "But I'm not telling you."

"Varied"

Before the killing machine could even speak.

"Buzz~" The intrusion from the singer began.

After losing the Alfred Protocol, the killing machine was clearly unaware of the Singer's covert intrusion.

Gino's conversation with the other party was merely to distract them—or rather, to divert their attention from computing power.

"Sizzle!"

An electric current surged, and the prosthetic eye flashed.

The killing machine uncontrollably began to mutter, "Error, fix, error."

The chaos didn't last long. As Gino crouched down, the red light in the killing machine's eyes went out, signaling the demise of the Dark Knight.

Everything is over, but there's still one thing to do.

Gino slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the massive metal building.

"It's time to end this city's nightmare."

The boy's eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.

It felt like I had a very long dream.

As the people of Detroit slowly opened their eyes, they discovered that there were some unidentified black iron pillars on the streets around the city.

"What happened?"

People stared in astonishment at the dim starry sky above, the extreme darkness inspiring awe.

"We did it."

Above the clouds, Clark looked excited.

Saving the residents of a city filled him with a sense of accomplishment.

"Of course, we're going to the next location."

Gino patted his friend on the shoulder.

The two stood above the clouds, feeling the gentle breeze blowing from all directions.

Gino's gaze turned westward toward the central city.

Through the endless plains and mountains, he seemed to be able to see a red and black energy storm surrounding the entire central city.

"To be honest," Clark frowned, "don't you think Batman is dangerous?"

"They can actually do something so crazy."

For the first time, Clark thought about the problem like a wise man.

"Everyone is different, Clark," Gino explained to Clark, shaking his head. "Just like the Superpower."

"Different experiences and different choices will create different Batmen."

"What we need to do is remain vigilant and learn from this experience."

"Alright, enough talk, let's go to Midtown."

Gino gently lifted his leg and said, "To be honest, I still have a running race to participate in."

Midtown.

The surging speed force storm flowed like a vortex, devouring every life that dared to approach the city.

Red Death Bat, the man in red and black armor, holds his helmet and gazes into the distance.

He squinted slightly, but another person's voice echoed in his mind.

"Bruce, it's not too late to turn back now."

"Heh." Red Death Bat sneered at the voice in his mind, "Don't try to persuade me. I've come this far and there's no turning back."

He gazed at the distant scenery.

With a wistful look in his eyes, he spoke to the voice in his mind, "I feel strange; this city should have had you."

But no.

"On the contrary, this world now has a strange guy named Gino."

The voice in my head said, "This is because as long as justice exists, there will be people who will stand up for it."

"Yeah?"

Red Death Bat closed his eyes slightly, lost in memories.

Gotham City.

Earth -52.

"It's getting worse; Central City is falling apart!"

Barry Allen, dressed in a red uniform, ran through every corner of the city.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck, and The Flash dodged to the side, frantically shouting behind him, "We shouldn't be fighting!"

He kept rolling to avoid the attacks of the cold rays.

"You are the smartest person I've ever met, which is more important than either of us personally. We should work together to save the world!"

"No, just like before, you're too late, Flash. It's time to hand over the Speed ​​Force to someone else!"

A Batmobile slowly opened, and Batman, holding an ice gun, stared intently at the Flash.

"No? You don't understand, Batman. I told you, I won't give you the Speed ​​Force."

"You don't understand. The Speed ​​Force can't bring back loved ones after they've been lost!"

In response to the Flash's words, the middle-aged, somewhat aged Batman roared, "Then you should understand that if you don't help me willingly, I will force you to!"

Shouting, Batman charged at Flash, and the battle began.

(End of this chapter)