The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Below, Broken Bat, Wonder Woman, and others watched as old Barry taught these villains a lesson.

“I think I have to help this guy out; he doesn’t seem to dare kill anyone yet.” Broken Bat frowned slightly as he watched Barry merely incapacitate the thugs.

Although the moves are good and fast, they have one fatal flaw: they are not ruthless enough.

If he were ruthless enough, with Barry's terrifyingly high speed, he could probably send these villains to meet their maker in an instant.

The nanobats dragged the tattered bat's body and slowly flew to the rooftop where old Barry was.

At this moment, old Barry stared at the few people on the ground, his eyes blazing with fury, wishing he could devour them.

But he ultimately managed to suppress the anger within him.

"You just went back to them like that? They blew up your house, even tried to kill you, and all you did was beat them up?"

The bat-like figure's surprised voice came from beside him, causing old Barry to turn his head to look.

He frowned slightly, staring at the tattered bat before him. He had a feeling that this creature gave him a chilling aura.

It's like a black bat in a dark cave that might bite you from time to time.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" old Barry asked.

"Then of course, we should...kill them all!!"

Almost instantly, golden arcs of electricity erupted, instantly blasting the heads of Captain Han and his companions apart.

puff! !

Crimson blood mixed with yellowish-white substances splattered on the ground, and the headless corpse, spraying blood, lay lifeless on the ground.

Bai Lang, possessing the body of the tattered bat, happily accepted the souls of these people.

Although he didn't know why death didn't take the soul away, Bai Lang guessed that something might have happened that prevented this multiverse-level conceptual giant from paying attention to his little trick of stealing souls.

However, this is a good thing for him.

After all, if death doesn't come knocking, he can absorb these souls without restraint and strengthen himself.

"You killed them?" Old Barry's voice was filled with disbelief.

"You just said you were superheroes?" he asked.

"Now, saving the world is the most important thing. This is trivial. This kind of villain must die." The Broken Bat showed no sign of discouragement.

Having been tormented by the Angel of Death for thirty years, his will had become exceptionally strong, though his mind was somewhat twisted.

“You’re right, I can’t argue with you.” Old Barry didn’t bother arguing with him; he could tell that this guy might have some mental issues.

But he is a normal person. How can a normal person understand the thoughts of a mentally ill person?

"What should we do now to save the Earth?" Wonder Woman flew up with Lois.

Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, Louise's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and her stomach churned, almost making her vomit.

“Resurrect Superman, who died two years ago,” Broken Bat said.

He had already devised his first plan. Back when he was heading to Metropolis, he had discovered that there was a strange Mother Box with magical powers.

According to his records, this power directly transformed a bedridden little boy into the cyborg Cyborg.

Thirty years later, Cyborg died due to a toxin in the Mother Box elements.

The Mother Box is now buried in the tomb of Steelbone.

All they need to do is travel to Florida, find Steelbone's grave, and then find the Mother Box from within the grave.

Then, by bringing the Mother Box back to Superman's grave in Metropolis, Superman can be resurrected through the power of the Mother Box.

After hearing about Broken Bat's plan, Wonder Woman had a new perspective on the guy.

Old Barry, on the other hand, was astonished by the information the Broken Bat possessed.

"How did you know about Cyborg's existence? Did you rent a satellite to observe the whole world every day?" he asked curiously.

“No, I have my own satellite,” the Broken Bat replied.

Although it was launched by the Angel of Death, Jean Paul, after he seized control of Gotham, the data collected by those satellites and control of them also fell into his hands.

"..."

Louise and old Barry looked at the Broken Bat with surprise, seemingly wondering why this guy would have a satellite.

"Now let's head to Florida, find Cyborg's grave, retrieve the Mother Box, resurrect Superman, and fight against the one in heaven."

After Wonder Woman finished speaking, she sat directly in the Batmobile.

Louise and the elderly Barry consciously sat in the back row.

Broken Bat crawled into the driver's seat, but just as he was about to start the car, he discovered a problem.

"Barry, shouldn't you go out for a bit?"

"Why?" Old Barry asked, somewhat puzzled.

Why did you go out by yourself, instead of the two of you?

“Your speed is much faster than mine…” the Broken Bat said quietly.

"Oh, I get it. I'll run ahead first, and then you guys can chase after me slowly?" Old Man Barry felt he suddenly understood Broken Bat's idea.

Although this guy treated criminals differently than he did, sometimes he felt he could understand the other guy's thinking.

However......

"No, I mean you tie an iron rope to us and then pull us over to Florida."

Upon hearing this, the people in the car stared at the man with wide eyes.

Even the elderly Barry, who thought he had grasped the meaning of the Broken Bat, fell silent.

No, I'm the fastest man in the world, right? And a superhero at that. You want me to help you pull the cart?

"Shit! How did you come up with such a damn brilliant idea?" Old Barry felt a tightness in his chest.

"Even my dog ​​wouldn't do the job of pulling a cart!"

“Don’t worry, you won’t be working for nothing. Three million dollars, and another three million dollars when you reach the destination,” said the Broken Bat.

call! !

In an instant, a blurry figure appeared in front of the Batmobile; it was none other than the elderly Barry who had just been talking to the Broken Bat.

"Let's do it! It's just a job pulling a cart. Florida is nothing. As long as I, The Flash Barry, am in charge, I can get there in no time."

As he spoke, old Barry fastened the rope around his waist.

"Sit tight and hold on!"

Accompanied by the voice of the elderly Barry, the Speed ​​Force was quietly activated.

A blurry red afterimage crossed the entire road in an instant, and the Batmobile behind it hadn't even had time to react before it started moving.

The tires spun wildly, as if they could roll off the Batmobile at any moment.

The three people inside the car—Broken Bat, Lois Lane, and Wonder Woman—were clearly still in a daze.

By the time Broken Bat realized what was happening, he was nearly thrown off balance, while Louise turned pale and almost vomited.

The Flash, Barry, covered thousands of kilometers in just half an hour.

This was considered one of the slowest he'd ever been, mainly because he was trying to take care of the Batmobile and the battered Bat and Wonder Woman inside.

Otherwise, at his fastest speed, he could get from the city center to Florida in just one second.

Even though he slowed down, Louise inside the car was still shaken unconscious by the rapid speed.

Even the Broken Bat, with its tens of thousands of magnetic field strength and exceptional physical abilities, turned pale, looking like another clown.

Wonder Woman was alright; after all, she had the physique of a demigod, so a little bumping around was nothing to her.

“We’re in Florida now. Do you know where Steelbone’s grave is?” she asked Broken Bat, getting out of the car.

“Of course, all of that is in my head.” The Broken Bat nodded.

As they were speaking, a group of fully armed police officers ran past on the street in front of them.

In front of these police officers, a man was swinging his right hand up and down, constantly performing a traditional craft while simultaneously resisting the police.

"..."

"..."

A moment of speechlessness flashed across their faces.

They had long heard that Florida was full of talented people, but they never imagined that these talents would be so geniuses.

While fighting off the police, is this what they call an Ice Archer?!

Even Bai Lang, who was possessing the body of the tattered bat, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"This guy...this guy should go to Arkham for further studies!"

Even nearby, they saw an older woman picking up a giant Christmas tree and trying to stuff it into her body...

Wow! Immortals are lined up like hemp!

Is this what it feels like to meet a genius?

Bai Lang felt that compared to these people, he was like a greenhorn.

Even Wonder Woman and Broken Bat, upon witnessing this scene, couldn't help but exclaim, "Fuck!"

“Let’s go, find Victor’s grave, get the Mother Box, then resurrect Superman and save the world,” Broken Bat said, realizing what was happening.

The group nodded and immediately headed toward the cemetery not far away.

However, in those few hundred meters, they witnessed something that would shock them for the rest of their lives.

"Hey bro, wanna try using my poop? It feels really good..."

A somewhat chubby man approached the group, holding a brownish, filthy substance in his hand, and spoke with great enthusiasm.

The tattered bat: "..."

Everyone says Florida is just a giant version of Arkham Asylum. He didn't believe it before, but now he really does.

Abstract, so damn abstract!!