The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Even in the capital, Bruce Wayne was a renowned entrepreneur.

But at this moment, he was frowning and staring at the figure in the burgundy suit in front of him.

The figure had short hair, was slightly overweight, and had dark skin; she was a Black woman.

“Amanda, is Congress really going to stand by and watch Gotham perish?” Bruce asked through gritted teeth.

He had contacted all of America's members of Congress, and they all told him no.

Without developing antibiotics for the novel virus, it is impossible to provide aid to Gotham.

This chilled Bruce Wayne, but it also strengthened his resolve to save Gotham.

“This is the aid policy, Bruce.” Amanda Waller stopped and turned to Bruce Wayne with a blank expression.

"You should know how contagious this virus is. If it spreads during the rescue, America will be engulfed in plague, and you can't be unaware of the chaos that will ensue, can you?"

Bruce was well aware that this situation could occur, but as long as protective measures were in place, the plague would not be allowed to spread unchecked.

However, given America's situation, no matter how good the protective measures are, there is always a chance that the plague will spread.

On one side is his hometown, Gotham, which he swore to protect; on the other side are all the people of America.

For a moment, a conflicted expression appeared on Bruce Wayne's face.

“Let’s wait until antibiotics are developed…” Amanda Waller shook her head and walked inside.

Bruce gritted his teeth, looked at the retreating figure ahead, turned around and left, returning to the hotel he had bought in Washington.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the butler, Alfred, rushing over in a panic.

"Bruce, something terrible has happened in Gotham!"

"Can anything be bigger than being abandoned by America right now?" Bruce shrugged, sounding somewhat dejected.

He knew these politicians were cold-blooded, but he never expected them to abandon Gotham so decisively.

"Look!" Butler Afu exclaimed in horror as he led Bruce into the inner room.

This is a presidential suite, luxuriously decorated, with several bedrooms equipped with exceptionally large, 67-inch LCD TVs.

The news was being broadcast on television at that moment.

"...At 7:46 PM Washington time, a massive explosion occurred in Gotham City, which was designated as a disaster area..."

On the screen, a terrifying mushroom cloud slowly rose over the city skyline, resembling a doomsday cloud.

"...According to expert investigation and analysis, this explosion is exactly the same as the nuclear bomb explosion dropped on Japan decades ago..."

"...But for some reason, the nuclear explosion was much less powerful, and the concentration of nuclear radiation was unusually low, almost like an ordinary explosion..."

Bruce Wayne watched the broadcast on television.

The broadcast appeared to be taken from a helicopter, filming the devastation in Gotham City from outside the security perimeter.

Bruce Wayne could clearly see several children covered in black grime leaning against the wire fence around the isolation barrier.

Outside the barbed wire fence, several soldiers dressed in green uniforms and carrying M16 rifles slowly walked forward.

"Hey! Don't leave here!!" the soldier warned the children.

Seeing this, Bruce Wayne clenched his fists, filled with resentment.

"Nuclear bomb? What exactly happened to Gotham?" He suppressed his anger, his voice extremely low.

For days, he had been urging America's congressmen to aid Gotham, but the responses he received were either rejection or statements that they had to wait until antibiotics were developed...

Looking at the ruins of Gotham City on the television screen, Bruce Wayne made a decision: since no one else would save Gotham, he would save it himself!

"Alfred, contact Wayne's Washington branch and get me supplies ready. I need to go back to Gotham!"

"Young Master Wayne, are you really going back?" Butler Alfred asked worriedly as Bruce Wayne was about to board the helicopter.

“Gotham needs me now, the people of Gotham need me, I have to go back, Alfred.”

After saying that, Bruce Wayne got into the helicopter cockpit without looking back.

This time, he didn't bring anyone with him; he wanted to save Gotham, to save Gotham that America had abandoned.

......

The Martian hunter gazed at the black mushroom cloud in the distance.

The nuclear explosion wasn't as powerful as expected; perhaps someone stopped it, or something else changed.

In short, his original plan to blur the image was no longer needed.

But at the same time, he could also feel that at the moment of the nuclear explosion, an unprecedentedly violent and domineering aura was born.

"Is this aura... the same as that Bai Lang from before?" Martian Hunter guessed with a look of surprise and doubt.

"To prove his domineering ambition, he actually launched a nuclear explosion when his power was exhausted... Perhaps..."

The Martian hunter seemed to hear Bai Lang's earlier roar again.

"Perhaps he is right?"

He shook his head, then rapidly ascended into the sky, heading towards the distant military base.

Let those politicians in Congress worry about this.

He only needs to ensure world security, while politicians have many more things to consider.

Chapter 80: The Mad Hatter is Crushed! Batman Arrives! (Please Subscribe!)

Sizzle sizzle...

The pitch-black nuclear radiation was completely absorbed and stored in the right arm by the superpower of the white wave magnetic field rotation.

There, the force of the rotating magnetic field simulates a nuclear fusion reactor, constantly emitting light and heat.

Furthermore, due to this nuclear radiation, the initial energy of the nuclear fusion reactor simulated by Bai Lang is extremely high.

It is far superior to the nuclear-powered aircraft carriers previously controlled by Deadshot and the third generation of Joker.

Feeling his injuries being repaired by cell regeneration and his strength returning to its peak, Bai Lang stood up.

He was in a large supermarket in Gotham before the cataclysm, where food and water were plentiful.

It was enough to keep him and the thousands of people he had saved, plus Chief Gordon and his men, alive for more than ten days.

After recovering, Bai Lang turned to look at the catwoman Selena behind him.

Because she desperately tried to keep her eyes open when she faced the nuclear explosion, her eyeballs have now shrunk to an extreme degree.

His eyes were bloodshot, making him look extremely terrifying.

"Selena, I will heal your injuries now..."

After Bai Lang finished speaking, he activated his magnetic field power to the cells in Selena's injured area.

Cellular recombination!

Selena the catwoman's injuries were quickly healed, and then Bai Lang went to help others.

There are 3,752 survivors in his area alone. Treating each one would take not only time but also a lot of energy.

But Bai Lang was responsible for the nuclear explosion, and he must bear the consequences.

He respects everyone and will certainly not allow these people to suffer pain and torment.

Ten days passed quickly.

During this time, Bai Lang encountered hundreds of men armed with shotguns or other firearms who wanted to rob him of his food.

But apart from a few poor souls who were doing it for the first time and were trembling, everyone else was blasted to pieces by Bai Lang's magnetic field rotation.

The supermarket's food was all eaten up by these thousands of people, so Bai Lang found Poison Ivy and asked her to cultivate some plants that could be eaten by humans.

Poison Ivy naturally refused upon hearing this request.

In her eyes, even thousands of human lives cannot compare to the life of a single plant.

But under Harley's persistent advances and White Wave's relentless threats, Poison Ivy finally agreed to White Wave's request.

She spurred the growth of many large rice and corn crops.

The output was tens of thousands of tons, enough for Bai Lang to save the entire city.

During this time, Bai Lang healed everyone's injuries, and the team grew to 15,000 people.

And this number continues to rise.

boom! !

Bai Lang is treating a little boy's arm, which was burned by a nuclear explosion.

Just then, several clear gunshots rang out from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, several burly men with fierce faces walked out from the crowd, carrying several shotguns.

The man at the very center, leading the group, was a rather short man wearing a tall black top hat.

The man's face looked as if it had been injured by something, and the wound was bandaged very carelessly.

"You're the leader of the White Dream they've been talking about?"

The Mad Hatter looked up at the tall, muscular Asian man in front of him.

He frowned and took a pocket watch out of his pocket.

"What I hate most is looking up to others..."

Bai Lang looked at the Mad Hatter in front of him, expressionless, and said, "What do you want to do?"

The power of the rotating magnetic field emanated from him, reading the Mad Hatter's thoughts and memories.

'Yes, I'll have something sweet today...'

'Hehehe! I am the strongest...'

'Waaaah...'

The chaotic thoughts in his mind made Bai Lang frown involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" the Mad Hatter scoffed, standing on one leg on a rock in front of him.