I, V, Gotham Legend

NO64. It is said that there are pigeons, but in fact there are no pigeons. This is also a kind of pigeon.

The Clayface pushed Luther's arm away and it was cut off, and he fell to the ground due to the influence of gravity.

Luther's back had already hit the wall. After the mud in front of him fell to the ground, he regained his ability to move. He immediately turned around and took out a bunch of props from his arms.

"That's it, the weak spot. Good job, Carlo."

Valerie already knew who was the superior of the two, and she immediately rushed towards Luther.

But before she could take a few steps, she stopped. She noticed that the arm of the clay-faced man that had fallen to the ground had turned into a pool of mud, and one clay man the size of a normal man after another crawled out of it.

"I'm not alone either!" the Clayface roared behind Valerie, his voice sounding like it contained water.

The Clayface sacrificed his intelligence in exchange for further control over his own abilities, the most typical of which is the ability to split off part of himself to use as a thug.

"That's it."

Valerie just flashed and all the clay figures that crawled out in front of her were cut in half. She was already standing behind Luther.

"No!" The Clayface used the limit of his own speed. The parts that were cut in half merged together and finally turned into a gushing tentacle that grabbed Valerie's slender waist.

The Clayface pulled hard, trying to pull Valerie down, or at least keep her away from Luther, but Valerie's body only shook a little due to being caught off guard at the beginning, and then remained motionless.

At least the Clayface succeeded in attracting Valerie's attention. Luther dodged to the side and pressed the button in his arms. The wall where he had just pasted the small squares exploded instantly.

Behind the wall was a narrow room with eight bunk beds squeezed together. It looked like a naval dormitory.

Most of the troops were still conducting exercises outside, and a small number were cordoning off the scene inside the cabin, so there was naturally no one in this small dormitory.

Luther rushed into the dormitory like a madman, opened the door and fled to the corridor, not forgetting to close the door.

Valerie wanted to catch up with Luther, but the Clayface Man had already used all his strength to stop her. His body had turned into flowing mud and was about to wrap up Valerie.

Valerie had already broken free from the tentacles that were tied around her waist. In order to ensure the life of the Clayface, she did not choose a useful fire attack, but instead pulled out a gun as thick as a water pipe from her pocket.

Water spurted out of the muzzle of the gun, the temperature of the room dropped drastically, frost formed on the walls and floor at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the moving body of the Clayface Man quickly slowed down after coming into contact with the water.

Realizing that he was being frozen into ice, the Clayface immediately abandoned the frozen part, and the remaining part of his body that could still move turned into a pile of small balls, rolling in the opposite direction of Valerie.

This feeling of powerlessness, this feeling of being beaten even after trying one's best, is too familiar. Anyway, Luther successfully escaped, and the Clayface Man didn't want to fight anymore.

While his frozen body was still able to move, the bottom of it immediately pierced out like a nail, and his body stood upright, blocking the shooting range of Valerie's freezing gun.

The remaining relatively normal parts turned into dozens of small balls. He no longer sought to preserve his strength. If only one of these small balls could escape, he would consider it a success.

As long as it is within a certain range, the Clayface can control the separated blocks, which is also an ability obtained by sacrificing IQ.

There was a person standing on the road in the opposite direction, that was Helena wearing a mask. The Clayface Man did not know this female hunter who had only appeared recently, but he did not dare to test Helena's strength.

Dozens of small balls scattered and rolled in different directions. With so many clones, even if Helena was as powerful as V, it would be impossible to block them all.

Helena looked at the dozens of bowling ball-sized mud balls that had rolled in front of her and couldn't help but get excited. She jumped up on the spot and inserted her hands in gorilla gloves into the vents on the ceiling.

Then, the barrel of the gun extended from the forearm, and the projectiles ejected exploded towards the junction of the surrounding ceiling and walls. Then Helena exerted force with both hands, and half of the ceiling was torn off from it.

Like a collapsing shell, the ceiling was pulled down and collided with the ground. The small balls that the clay-faced man had split into were sandwiched between the floor and the ceiling like biscuits.

Helena jumped to the back before landing and jumped out of the door into the corridor.

All of the Clayface Man's clones had been crushed, but he could still move through even the narrowest gaps. However, his body felt confused and he couldn't find a way to leave.

When he finally distanced his bodies from each other and found a gap to leave, Valerie had been waiting there for a long time.

Behind her, the remaining half of the huge body of the clay-faced man had been frozen into ice and then cut into thin pieces, looking like it had been picked over.

"I thought you had the chip on you. Was that bald guy really lying to me?" Valerie pouted.

The Clayface wanted to speak, but his body had become thinner than paper and he couldn't even utter a vague cry. Valerie had already raised her freezing gun and froze him and the fragments of the ceiling that were pressing on him together.

"Don't we dig him up and see?" Helena asked, looking at the pile of mud behind Valerie.

"He doesn't have it, so we still have to go find that bald guy," Valerie explained.

"But you just let Luther run away." Helena asked puzzledly.

She didn't believe that the Clayface's surprise attack could really restrain Valerie, and even if V really couldn't move, there were still ways to keep Luther.

"Of course, I also want to see what that guy is up to. Since he has some conspiracy that requires a chip on board to implement, we might as well make do with it." Valerie narrowed her eyes. The small map in her field of vision had already marked the location where Luther was moving. This was the tracking location set during the previous communication.

No matter what Luther's plan is, since he has to use the hacker access cabin, he will take it out sooner or later, and then snatch the chip, which is much better than torture which may not be correct and is time-consuming.

Just as Valerie was about to call on Helena to move towards the target location, the whole ship suddenly shook violently, and screams of soldiers were heard outside.

The hull was shaking as if hit by wind and waves, and the bottles and monitors on the table rolled and fell as if by an earthquake.

As a specially selected time, it should have been carefully calculated. It was unlikely to encounter a storm today. Valerie stayed in the cabin. Fortunately, she had other friends outside.

"Waller! It suddenly shook here. What happened? Did the exercise turn into actual combat?" Valerie asked Amanda.

[I just received the report, but this is... impossible? Why today?]

Amanda's incredulous voice came through the comms.

[A UFO from space landed in Metropolis Harbor!]

NO65. Kryptonians Arrive

In the parking lot, the Suicide Squad and Shark Man, who were originally in a standoff, stood there in a daze, looking up at the sky in disbelief.

Not long ago, a beam of light suddenly fell from the sky like a dimensionality reduction attack, pierced into the sea, and stirred the ocean into pieces.

Three completely black tadpole-shaped spaceships were tied together by tentacle-like ropes. They appeared above the harbor in the strong light and looked like the Chinese character "几" from a distance.

The black hull of the spacecraft appeared to be composed of a medium between fluid and metal, reflecting the sunlight.

The spacecraft had no jets, but floated like a cloud in a way that Earthlings could not understand.

The three people still in the parking lot widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the tadpole-shaped spacecraft flying towards their heads.

"Is it to you?" Harkness asked the Shark Man.

"I thought I was coming to find you." replied the Shark King.

The spaceship descended above everyone's heads. Its huge size was like a meteorite that could destroy the world. As if it had determined its destination, the spaceship slowly descended.

The three men who had just been pointing their swords at each other saw this horrifying scene they had never seen before, and they stood together and stepped back in tacit understanding.

The scene was so shocking that I forgot to escape.

Until the spacecraft seemed to have determined their position, it aimed at the ground like a tadpole head and sprayed out blue lasers.

The laser hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The light was so blinding that the three people standing on the ground couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes.

Not until the light faded did the members of the Suicide Squad put down their hands, looking in disbelief at the three people who suddenly stood in front of them.

There were three people wearing slim-fitting armor, two men and one woman, and they wore masks on their heads, like simple space suits.

The three men didn't say anything. They stared down at the three people with their heads wearing transparent masks. The leading man was silent for a long time, and finally he spoke first.

"..."

However, the man spoke in a completely incomprehensible language, and the members of the Suicide Squad could only hear that he was asking questions.

"Uh...hallo?" Harkness asked tentatively in English.

The man in black was silent for a moment, then he suddenly flashed in front of Harkness and punched him at a speed that Harkness had no time to react to.

By the time Harkness realized he was being attacked, the black-armored fist had stopped in front of him, and a sturdy hand with a blue sleeve grasped the wrist, blocking the punch.

"Ah? What? Not...what?" Harkness, who had come to his senses, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, moving backwards with his buttocks.

Superman stood beside Harkness. He just raised one hand and held the wrist of the man in black armor very easily, as if he was pulling apart fighting children.

The man whose punch was blocked looked at Clark with mixed emotions, and a mechanical voice came out of his mouth: "You look a lot like him. I never thought that he really succeeded."

"Are you Kryptonian?" Superman was surprised to hear a language that theoretically no longer existed. He asked back in Kryptonian.

Hearing the language of his hometown, Zod closed his eyes, like an old man who finally returned to his hometown after wandering for years: "That signal tells us that as long as we come here and kill people with high-profile actions, it will be enough to lure you here."

"What signal?" Rather than reminiscing about the past with someone who might very well be of the same race, Superman was more concerned with the information contained in Zod's words.

"Let me go, fellow man, we are here for you." Zod was unable to break free from Superman's restraints for the time being, but he still said calmly.

Superman didn't look back. His perception confirmed that the Suicide Squad and Shark Man had already run far away. In addition, he felt that Zod had no ill intentions, so Superman obediently let go of his hand.

"It's incredible. We once thought that Kryptonians couldn't live under the yellow sun." Zod looked at Superman's majestic figure carefully. "Kid, tell me your name."

"Clark Kent." Perhaps because of the deep sense of closeness to his compatriots, Superman directly said his real name.

However, Zod shook his head: "No, no, no, you are Jor-El's son, tell me your real name."

"..." Although Superman likes Clark more, the name given to him by his biological father is still one of his real names, "My name is Kal-El."

"You are such a perfect creation, Carl. Your father has been bragging to me about how powerful you will be, even though you were still in your mother's belly at that time." Zod chuckled and lowered his head as he spoke. "Hehe, father and mother, using them on humans... sounds so blunt."

"What do you want to do?" Superman frowned, not sure how to treat this sudden visitor.

"Don't be nervous, Carl, you are excellent, and your existence proves something very important." Zod looked at Superman's defenseless body and couldn't help but look up at the bright yellow sun in the sky. "Kryptonians can also live normally and healthily on this planet."

In just a few words, they jumped to such a topic. Superman couldn't help but be surprised: "What do you want to do?"

"Come with us, Carl. I will recruit you into my army. As the last Kryptonian, you should join us in reviving our civilization." Zod's tone contained a sense of mission. "Rebuild our home on this planet."

"Here? Rebuilding Krypton?" Superman was somewhat tempted. As a monster who has always been different from others, he has been troubled for a long time. "Can it really be done? How do you plan to do it?"

Zod didn't answer immediately. He looked at the man behind him on the right.

The man seemed to have been calculating something. When he saw Zod's gaze, he immediately gave a Kryptonian-specific OK gesture: "The gravity of this planet and the oxygen content in the air are not suitable for the normal operation of the treasure book. The movement of the earth's crust is too far off track. We can't get enough energy, and it's difficult to get some important materials."

Zod's gaze returned to Superman: "Did you hear that? We must first change the environment of this planet to make it more suitable for Kryptonians to live."

"What about the natives of this planet?" Superman frowned again.

"I don't know, most likely they will all die." Zod said indifferently, "Although you may have lived on this planet for a long time, but Carl, we are the same kind, and we shoulder the great mission of rebuilding our homeland."

"Come on, Carl, come aboard with us. We have been planning to transform this planet since we realized you were living on it." Zod extended his hand to Superman. "Poor kid, you have been alone on this planet for long enough."

Looking at Zod's outstretched hand, Kal-El, known as Superman, couldn't help but think of his years on Earth, the feeling of loneliness that always made him feel out of place, and the suffocating experience of being excluded or lifted up.

And now, people like me have suddenly come to Earth and extended an olive branch to me, wanting to work with me to build a society in which I can integrate. How rare this is.

As long as he holds this hand, Kal-El can board the spaceship with Zod and complete the great mission of reviving Krypton together.

"I'm sorry, but I won't accompany you." However, Clark Kent refused decisively, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes. "If the revival of Krypton must come at the cost of the demise of other civilizations, then I would rather be alone forever."

No. 66. The Betrayer

Seeing Superman decisively reject him, Zod remained silent, and Clark could sense his disbelief.

"You are a Kryptonian, born on Krypton." Zod said seriously.

"I know, but the Earth is my home. Moreover, even if the target is not the Earth, I will not help destroy other civilizations." Clark said with a serious face.

"..." Zod stood up straight and looked at Clark carefully: "No, you are not a Kryptonian. No Kryptonian would refuse to revive Krypton."

This is the underlying logic that should be engraved deep in the genes of every Kryptonian who relies on the codex to reproduce. Even the most rebellious people will regard protecting Krypton as their most basic mission in life.

This is also one of the reasons why when Krypton was destroyed, a small number of people like Joe who were clearly aware that the end of the world was approaching still did not escape. If they knew that Krypton no longer existed, what should they protect?

People like Zod who try to build a second home for their people are actually more open-minded.

"Your father believed that you were superior to all Kryptonians, but now it seems that you are not even worthy of being the future of Krypton." Zod's tone was emotionless, "You have no responsibility to your hometown."

"I can take on any responsibility in the world," said Superman, "but you should choose another way. Find an uninhabited planet, and I will provide you with all reasonable assistance."

"I finally understand. You are a traitor. You betrayed your people." Zod's tone finally cooled down. "Since you are the last Kryptonian, I can let this go. But you need to take us to the spaceship that brought you here. We need to find the treasure book."

"Book?" Clark was a little confused.

"It seems that you have indeed lost touch with the greatness of your home planet... The Codex is the foundation of our people's reproduction. It will determine our future before each of us is born, and program our genes in advance to the perfect sequence that is most suitable for future work."

For some reason, Zod, who had clearly released his hostility, still patiently answered Clark's questions.

"There is no book here." Clark refused. He had never heard his father talk about this, and there was no room on the Kryptonian spaceship that contained such a precious thing.

"I really don't want things to come to this..." Zod sighed as if he had finally given up, then he dodged and rushed towards Superman, hitting Superman's face with his fist wrapped in black armor.

Knock out this blood relative, bring him back to the spaceship, and use the interrogation equipment to directly look through his memory!