The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

A clap of thunder sounded in the sky.

The gale was instantly stirred up, and a terrifying aura emerged from Bai Lang's body, then spread in all directions.

Nearly a hundred RPG missiles were launched at him.

Such terrifying firepower could reduce the entire eastern district to ashes by these missiles.

But Bai Lang's face remained completely expressionless.

He clenched his fist, his arm muscles bulging, veins swirling like a giant dragon, and magnetic force rotating within.

The magnetic field generates 50,000 horsepower!

Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!

The missile carrying a magnetic field jammer caused a powerful explosion upon impact with the fist.

boom!!!

A massive explosion reverberated throughout Gotham, and flames flashed everywhere.

The terrifying shockwave whipped up a gale, stirring up the air and rolling outwards.

The ground shook, craters were created, and soil was blasted into dust and sand, which splashed into the air.

Thick fog, accompanied by strong winds, billowed and spread in all directions.

People living near this unfinished building couldn't help but want to see what had happened.

As Batman, Bruce Wayne, watched the scene shrouded in thick fog, he knelt on the ground, his heart filled with sorrow and anger.

What's the point of killing them?

Alfred is dead, and like his parents, he will never come back!

In the darkness not far away.

A camera is pointed at the fog-shrouded pit, broadcasting the entire scene to a designated location.

In the dimly lit and cramped meeting room, a solid wood red heart-shaped conference table was placed in the center.

The screen in front of the conference table projected an image of Batman firing all the electromagnetic pulse missiles.

Eight of the twelve chairs around the conference table were already occupied.

Oswald the Penguin is wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.

His gaze was fixed on the crowd below.

On the right are two Jokers, each wielding a crowbar, and Two-Face, half-disfigured and wearing a mask.

On the left are a Death Shooter wearing red steel armor and carrying a huge sniper rifle on his back, and a Gas Man wearing a gas hood.

At the end of the table sat three more people, one of whom was a scarecrow wearing a straw helmet.

The Mad Hatter wearing a disproportionately tall top hat, and Mr. Freeze radiating coldness, wearing a freezing helmet and freezing suit.

Chapter 68 It's better to trust yourself than the law! (Please read on!)

Their purpose in joining forces here today is to defeat White Dream Corporation and Super Batman.

Oswald the Penguin looked at Floyd Lawton, the Deadshot, and asked:

"Mr. Archer, is the government really going to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Death Shooter turned to look at him, his eyes flashing with an ambiguous light.

"The Ebola virus has spread to Gotham, and nearly 10,000 people have died this year alone."

"And this is only the first year. The Ebola virus is currently more infectious than ever before, not to mention that it has recently spawned a new type of virus."

"Even the most authoritative experts in America have difficulty developing antibiotics to control this new virus."

"And Gotham has been experiencing earthquakes recently."

"The military predicts that an unprecedented earthquake will sweep through Gotham."

"If the situation continues to deteriorate, the government will abandon Gotham."

Everyone present smiled upon hearing this.

"Does this mean Gotham is about to become a no-man's land?"

Death Shooter looked at the people present and sneered inwardly.

Even if we abandon Gotham City, the government will not hand this place over to you...

He knows those politicians in Congress too well; if they can't completely control the situation in Gotham, they're more likely to kill the source of the infection in Gotham.

Suddenly, the projected image changed. Death Shooter's expression froze for a moment, then he looked at everyone present and slowly said:

"You guys should take care of Batman and Super Batman first..."

"What do you mean?"

"Batman is still alive?"

"Even Batman's hundreds of missiles couldn't kill him?!"

Everyone looked surprised and turned to look at the image projected on the screen.

......

The terrifying explosion echoed throughout Gotham's East Side.

Countless glass windows were shattered by the powerful shockwave visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the piercing sirens sounded, accompanied by the clattering of the helicopter rotors.

Numerous fully armed police officers rushed to the scene of the explosion.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, knelt on the ground, his face numb.

Father Thomas is dead, Mother Martha is dead, and now even Alfred has been killed.

All his loved ones had left him, and there was nothing in this world he cared about except Gotham.

But now he's all alone. How can one person protect Gotham?

A deep sense of despair welled up in his heart.

This was a feeling of despair he had never experienced before.

Just as Batman Bruce Wayne was feeling lost, a deep voice came from the thick fog.

“Bruce, you ignorant dog, Alfred is not dead.”

Upon hearing this, Batman Bruce Wayne was immediately taken aback.

He quickly raised his head and looked ahead.

Amidst the billowing smoke, a sturdy, demonic figure slowly emerged.

An invisible, powerful aura spread in all directions along with the gale and thick fog.

Beneath the figure's feet, the ground was blasted into a crater with a radius of more than twenty meters.

Click!

The muddy ground was scorched and heated by the explosion; with just a light step, it cracked into spiderweb-like fissures.

"You've already killed him! How can he not be dead?!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, roared angrily, then activated his power armor and charged forward.

Snapped! !

The fierce kick was firmly caught by Bai Lang's one hand.

Bai Lang grabbed Batman's ankle with his right hand and slammed it hard against the ground.

boom!!

With a loud bang, a large crater was smashed into the ground.

Bai Lang also cracked the anti-super batman armor worn by Batman Bruce Wayne.

In just a moment, Bai Lang understood how this anti-super Batman armor was made.

laugh! !

Although Bruce Wayne coughed up blood from the force of the impact, he still didn't forget to avenge Alfred!

He swung his heavy fist, about to deliver a vicious blow to Bai Lang's face!

At this moment, the belief in revenge sustained him, a belief far stronger than the one he felt after his parents were killed.

It encompasses the mental and physical exhaustion he has endured over the years in protecting Gotham, and also his life that has been transformed!

If Gotham City hadn't been so corrupt and decadent, if his parents hadn't been murdered, if Alfred weren't dead, if...

If given the choice, who wouldn't want a happy and fulfilling family?

If his parents hadn't died, Bruce Wayne wouldn't have had to endure so much pain and could have lived like a normal person!

If Alfred hadn't died, he could have continued being Batman.

But what he did know was that Alfred was dead!

He died at the hands of this super Batman!!

"Such obsession..."

Bai Lang remained expressionless, then reached out and grabbed Bruce's fist, while his other hand suddenly slammed into Bruce's abdomen.

"But can you at least get to the bottom of this?"

The immense force slammed into Bruce Wayne's abdomen, causing him to bend over involuntarily to alleviate the intense pain.

"Heh...heh..."

He was hunched over, trembling all over, his mouth wide open.

Even with the added protection of the anti-Batman armor, he still felt excruciating pain.

Bai Lang greatly admires Bruce Wayne, the Batman.