Hawks from the Land of Light are calling me a dove and an undercover agent in the chat group.

None of the later ones were published, but the various dark histories of Constantine recorded in this book are already quite substantial.

Batman's fame is irrelevant; he doesn't care about such things.

But he just can't stand being suppressed by Constantine!

If you didn't know better, you'd think that old bat's heart was dirtier than Constantine's. Isn't this just throwing mud at him?

And that Luther, just how many smears did he spread to ruin Gotham's local popularity like this? How come he came back from his trip abroad and doesn't understand anything anymore?

Bruce wanted to ask something more, but the shopkeeper had already quickly packed up the remaining Batman and Constantine lucky bags, closed the stall, and was about to leave.

"Hey boss, where are you going?"

"What? Why ask? Keep stocking up! Lucky bags, my god, if I keep selling like this, I could buy a house in Gotham! Haha, I love Ultraman Kassadin, I love Superman, I love President Lex Luthor! Long live the three lucky bags!"

Whoosh!

Even though he was in a hurry to buy more goods, the boss who took the taxi only drove within the legal speed limit. He didn't even run a red light and waited obediently at the red light along with other vehicles!

My God, this is even crazier than when people first saw Ultraman.

Bruce had been able to maintain his composure thanks to the lucky bags and the absence of robbers, but seeing that no one was running the red light shattered his calm, and he almost spat out his water.

No, is this still Gotham? Excuse me.

Bruce's eyes seemed to dart around like a country bumpkin visiting Gotham for the first time, finding everything fascinating.

He was like a silly goose, turning his head, looking left and right, wandering around aimlessly. It had been a full ten minutes since he landed in Gotham.

During this period, not a single crime was seen, and there was not even the sound of police cars, ambulances, or fire trucks on the streets!

“Criminals must be eradicated at all times. You can’t afford not to. Just imagine, you’re enjoying hot pot and singing with your wife and kids, and suddenly, criminals rob your house, set it on fire, and kill you!”

The nearby square was magnificent, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even from the surrounding area without the need for a loudspeaker.

Bruce squeezed in and took a closer look.

"Just think about how good life is now. We have money in our pockets, overtime is limited, there are no more robbers, after work we can have a drink, turn on the TV, watch Ultraman at home with snacks, and when we go out we have the invincible President Lex Luthor and the powerful Superman to protect us. Isn't this life wonderful!"

The onlookers responded enthusiastically: "Beautiful!"

"What do you think of this kind of life? Do you like it?"

The onlookers responded enthusiastically: "We love it!"

Should we vote for President Luther and Superman?

The onlookers unanimously agreed: "Serves them right!"

"President Luther, President Luther, President Luther, Superman!"

The crowd responded in unison: "President Luther, President Luther, President Luther, Superman, Superman, Superman!"

"You're wrong! President Luther has done it three times, while Superman has done it once. Our President Luther is more powerful, greater, smarter, stronger, more concerned about the people, more practical, more popular, and more beloved by the people than Superman!"

The speaker patiently guided and corrected the mistakes of the onlookers.

Bruce: "???"

No, the person giving a speech right in the middle of the square is none other than Slade Joseph Wilson, the former world's strongest assassin and killer who only cares about money and not people.

When did it become a loyal fandom of losers?

The onlookers objected: "But we don't think Superman is any less great than President Luthor!"

"Sigh, you guys are still too clueless. President Luther is suffering."

Deathstroke shook his head and sighed, determined to correct the common people's misconceptions. "I ask you," he said, "have you ever seen the sun rise at four in the morning in Metropolis?"

The onlookers unanimously shook their heads.

The death knell sounded mournfully: "At four in the morning, every day at this time, the White House is still lit up, and President Luther is always busy inside, working for the well-being of the people. Do you know what has happened in those days and nights?"

“I’ll tell you, one day, at 4:15 a.m., a phone call came in at the White House in the Metropolitan Area. President Luther answered it, and a faint panting sound came through: ‘I’ve fallen down, help me…’ The voice sounded like an old lady.”

"She was an ordinary old woman who was trying to call the fire department for help but mistakenly dialed the White House. President Luther at the time had countless national affairs to handle, but even so, after confirming that the call wasn't a prank, the great President Luther still asked, 'Please tell me your apartment address!'"

"I...can't remember!"

"Then please tell me your name!"

"I can't remember!"

"Please don't hang up, so we can find your address through the telecommunications company!" The great President Luther tried to locate the old man's home through the telecommunications company, but the operator said that finding the call's origin required a series of technical procedures, and because it was 4 AM and staff were unavailable, they couldn't proceed.

Do it.

"The great President Luther did not lose heart. He asked the old woman if she was bleeding, if she was paralyzed, the ceiling of the house, and many other details, but unfortunately he still could not determine the old woman's address."

"At that moment, President Luther, whose wisdom surpassed that of all the superheroes and mythical gods in the world, and even all the Ultramen except Ultraman Hikari combined, quickly came up with the best solution."

"At 4:30 a.m., 140 vehicles set off simultaneously, heading to various blocks of the still-sleeping city, the wailing of sirens shattering the tranquility of the night. In the White House, the great President Luther pressed the telephone receiver tightly to one ear and the earpiece to the other."

"The entire metropolis was alarmed, and every house was brightly lit. At that moment, the great President Luther exclaimed, 'I heard it! I heard it!'"

"He was as excited as a child. The address was confirmed, and the bodyguards who were supposed to be protecting President Luther broke down the door and took the old woman to the hospital. The old woman, who had a skull injury, received proper treatment. But President Luther, who had lost the protection of his bodyguards, was assassinated at the same time."

"The bullet grazed President Luther's ear, but he didn't look up. He simply said, 'Make mankind great again.' At that moment, he was still hunched over his desk, busy with the work of his country, not caring about his own life."

"Later, the assassin was caught and surrendered himself. He said that the sound of the car that night and President Luther's famous quote were the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard in his life."

Bruce: ...I think your voice is the most beautiful.

This death knell is truly unbeatable.

He could tell such a humorous little story in a way that was so moving and deeply touching. All the top actors in the world combined couldn't match the acting and speaking skills of a single hair on Deathstroke's head.

She even squeezed out some tears.

Deathstroke choked back tears, raising one hand: "Tell me, isn't this president great? In all the history of the world, there has never been a president like him! He can value even an old woman so much, let alone you!"

"Come on, let's follow the greatest Luther President in history and make humanity great again!"

The onlookers were moved to tears, their voices choked with emotion: "Make humanity great again!"

"Excuse me, I need to interrupt for a moment. Youpin."

Bruce raised his hand, this witty and humorous short story from Yilin made him cringe with his aversion to stupidity. "As far as I know, Superman is usually still on duty at four in the morning, so how could he not have heard about something like this?"

"Besides, even if Superman is sleeping, as long as the old woman shouts 'Superman, teach me,' Superman will wake up from his sleep and take half a second to get the old woman to the hospital."

Deathstroke: "..."

Onlookers: "..."

"Good, the traitor has already confessed!"

After a half-second of stiffness, Deathstroke pointed with one hand and said, "This old man with the argumentative personality disorder is one of them. I can tell at a glance that you are Barbatos's spy, disguised as a human to come to Gotham to bewitch people and sow discord between the great President Luthor and the strongest superhero, Superman!"

Bruce: "?"

I, an old man, a traitor, Barbatos's spy, sowing discord between Luther and Clark?

These words can actually be combined together?

Wow, human language and writing are truly profound and complex.

When people are speechless to the extreme, they will laugh. Bruce actually laughed. He also saw that Deathstroke had a typical special watch on his wrist. Well, it can't really be called a watch because the screen of that thing was constantly flashing the number [10000].

Ten thousand US dollars, and it keeps jumping.

Now I understand why Deathstroke abandoned the assassination and mercenary industry to become a fan. Damn it, there's no way that being a mercenary is as lucrative as supporting the great President Loser!

He'll do whatever makes money, and anything that gets in the way of making money is considered treacherous.

Ok.

Bruce was even a little moved. When he returned, Gotham looked like a fake, but now that he saw Deathstroke was still the same, he was actually a little touched.

But you absolutely must not get caught.

Collapse, retreat, sell, and escape!

Bruce turned to look at the sky, his expression flawless and utterly devoid of acting skill: "Batman is here!"

Onlookers: "..."

I'll just watch your performance quietly.

Bruce shouted again, his face filled with shock: "Superman is here!"

"Ah, where is it? Where is it?"

Soon, every single onlooker in Gotham turned to look; even Deathstroke turned his head.

Blue sky and white clouds, nothing else.

The onlookers turned around, rolled up their sleeves, and said, "I'll fucking screw you over!"

There's no point in complaining anymore. First of all, Bruce Wayne is an orphan, and secondly, he's like an eel, easily blending into the crowd and disappearing without a trace. Even Deathstroke didn't find out exactly how he disappeared.

Stunning.

With a sigh, Bruce left the main square and walked through the streets of Gotham. He then discovered another blind spot: Gotham's weather was now consistently blue skies and white clouds!

Oh, but that's understandable. Barbatos has been isolated and protected by the power of the King of Ultra. It's normal that Gotham City is now free from the corruption of dark forces and has turned into a place with blue skies and white clouds.

Bruce stopped, just wanting to see the blue sky and white clouds of Gotham, when coincidentally, the screens on the nearby high-rise buildings began broadcasting today's news.

"Today's news: Gotham's crime rate dropped to zero for the first time yesterday. Not a single crime occurred in the entire 24 hours. This proves President Luther's greatness. Humanity should thank President Luther, thank President Luther's wise and powerful leadership, thank you, clap clap clap!"

"President Luther said that Gotham is the city he has faced the most challenges in making changes since he took office."

"To date, President Luther has taken measures including Superman, and all Justice League superheroes except Batman, to be stationed in Gotham around the clock, to deploy one-tenth of the nation's police force and firefighters and vehicles to Gotham, to have all debts owed to Gotham residents written off by Lex Luthor, and to provide free medical treatment to all Gotham patients and disabled persons."

"All super criminals and ordinary criminals will be placed in solitary prisons, guarded by ten times the manpower of other places. If the new constitution and laws are successfully implemented, a large number of heinous criminals who have accumulated more than one hundred years of imprisonment will be executed."

"I published 'My Life' and 'My Struggle' and read them aloud continuously throughout the day to all criminals who have not yet met the death penalty criteria. In particular, the opening line, 'No one understands humanity better than me,' cleansed the criminals' souls and helped them to turn over a new leaf."

"All these measures, and so on, have been implemented, but the stubborn Gotham people continue to break the law, and the crime rate remains high, until the great President Luther partners with the Wayne Group to launch the Lucky Bag Project."

"The more criminal a person is, the less qualified they are to buy Ultraman and Superhero lucky bags. Not only that, criminals are also forbidden from touching any items related to Ultraman, Batman, and Superman. They can't even watch tokusatsu movies, and the cheapest Ultraman, Batman, and Superman figurines are forever off-limits to them."

"Conversely, people who were originally criminals and incorrigible, but whose crime rate has now dropped to zero, will not only get a stable job with enough for their daily needs and to buy lucky bags, but as a reward, President Luther will also retrieve various personal items of Batman and Superman and distribute them in the form of a lottery."

"But if he commits another crime after that, he will be sent to keep the Joker company, imprisoned in the same jail as the Joker for a week, then dragged out and shot. Before he dies, he will be despised by Superman, and the entire draft of Superman's despise will be written by the great President Lex Luthor himself."

"After this measure was introduced, Gotham residents said: 'Actually, I've been a good person for a long time.' Gotham's problem has finally been solved. Congratulations!"