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Chapter 226, Section 123: The Spinning Flash

Chapter 226, Section 123: The Spinning Flash (An extremely important chapter!!!!!)

"Superman!!!"

The nightmare became reality, and Bain's trembling voice was filled with undisguised fear.

Who can be blamed? He was so engrossed in fighting that he couldn't extricate himself. He attacked the younger ones and then the older ones came. He should have realized this when he was dealing with Jonathan.

But he still couldn't understand why the Batman always found a way to deal with him. If it was understandable that William Cobb was acting as a stand-in, then it was just too unfair for Superman to get involved as well.

He even wondered if this masked battle suit contained some irresistible magic, otherwise why would everyone want to crawl into the hood?

"Thank you for teaching my child a lesson, but now you have to come with me to see someone." Superman's words interrupted Bane's reverie.

After freezing Bane's arm, Clark chose to stop, fearing that Bane wouldn't be able to withstand his power.

But compared to the thoughtful Superman, Bane seemed to have given up entirely.

"No one can threaten me, not even a Kryptonian!"

With a roar, Bain broke his own arm, and at the same time, as if his legs were strapped with tons of TNT, he bent his knees and pushed off the ground with his toes amidst a deafening explosion, leaping into the sky to escape.

In order to escape, Bane exhausted his internal energy and unleashed 120% speed, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

Gotham gradually disappeared beneath his dangling feet, and for the first time, Bane felt that weightlessness could be so reassuring.

But my heart, which had been at ease for a short while, started to pound again.

Just as he was looking down, searching for Superman, a finger reached down from above and tapped his shoulder.

"Before you run away, you might want to hear who I'm going to take you to see."

Bain turned his head in horror.

Clark remained serious throughout, but the torn corner of his mouth behind his tattered bat-head mask resembled a jarring smile.

"Okay—who do you want to take me to see!"

Once he realized he couldn't escape, Bane gave up completely. Although his brain was still soaked in the poison, he wasn't stupid enough to fight the Kryptonians.

Meanwhile, two unexpected guests arrived at Louis's home.

Two members of the Jokers' gang, acting on Joseph's orders, came to kidnap Louise.

These two were neither the most efficient nor the most meticulous in the gang, so the Joker chose them for only one reason—they were mute.

Because he was afraid of Clark's super hearing, Joseph did not dare to kidnap him by force. He could only bribe the clerk of the pharmacy that Louis frequented to replace the melatonin with a strong sleeping pill. Then he pretended to be a worker and sneaked into the house under the pretext of repairing a robot vacuum cleaner.

To avoid being detected by X-rays, Joseph didn't even dare to install surveillance cameras, and could only use smaller listening devices that were not easily detected even if scanned.

For the next few nights, Joseph would stay in front of the listening device, waiting for the riots in Gotham City to coincide with the sound of aluminum sheets being torn apart, which would be his opportunity to act.

Of course, during this time he also overheard a lot of the Superman couple's private conversations.

It was so hilarious; the clown, filled with malice and twisted desire, scurried around in front of the bugging device all night long.

The scene shifts back to the present, where the Joker gang members, who have infiltrated the house, are communicating in sign language. One person is responsible for binding the clown, while another is responsible for bagging him. They quickly and silently complete the kidnapping, and then use Morse code to tap on an earpiece to send a message to the Joker that they have succeeded.

The two men tiptoed downstairs, circled two blocks, and then shoved their target into a modified pickup truck with a lead-lined interior.

The Joker gang members breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the carriage, lighting a cigarette. Committing a crime in Metropolis requires immense courage, let alone kidnapping his wife with superhuman perception.

Ordinary villains wouldn't do something for fame and fortune; only the Jokers, these lunatics who worship Joseph like a god, would dare to do it.

After finishing their cigarettes, the two men, feeling dizzy, tried to open the car door.

What terrified him was that someone was already in the driver's seat.

"You've finally arrived. I've been waiting for so long."

Eve Tesmark pushed up her glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of her nose, and tossed her blonde hair back, revealing the surging waves of hair that had been covered by her white shirt.

But what the Joker gang saw was not a hot 0L beauty, but an enemy who would ruin their plans.

A hoarse, strange howl came from deep in his throat. One of them had just pulled out a pistol when Eve kicked him, sending him flying with her sexy, black-stockinged legs.

Eve then swung her elbow at the temple, successfully stunning the man, before getting out of the car and kicking the falling pistol at another man's head.

boom!

With a crisp sound, two young people fell asleep on the ground.

"I thought you would send someone more capable, you madman Joseph."

Touching the hole in her stockings that had been snagged, Eve muttered to herself as she dialed a number.

"Resolved. Now we're preparing to confirm the target's status."

With her phone tucked over her shoulder, Eve opened the trunk and reached her fingers toward Louis's neck.

"The target's pulse is slow and breathing is steady; life-threatening danger has been ruled out."

"Very good, put her back where she is. You've had a hard time lately." A soft and soothing baritone voice came from the other end of the phone, like a melodious violin piece. Eve's tense face gradually relaxed under the man's comforting words.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, Mr. Luther."

"Remember to restore the furnishings to their original state, so he doesn't notice," Luther added on the other end of the phone.

Perhaps it was the Joker's oversight, or perhaps the frequent changes in the timeline caused the plot to deviate; in any case, he did not expect that someone was monitoring Superman's every move earlier and more meticulously than he was.

Everyone who has met the Kents will be thoroughly investigated by Lex Luthor. This new Gotham Daily reporter may be able to fool Louis, but he certainly can't fool Luthor's eyes.

On the other end of the listening device, the Joker's smile froze on his face, and then he covered his mouth and burst into a series of almost suffocating laughs.

"Hahahaha, this is hilarious, incredibly hilarious—because the Bruce of this world no longer exists, so some things that have to be done have ended up falling on your shoulders."

"Modifying the Brother Eye to monitor all superhumans around the world does indeed sound like something an extreme racist would do, Lex Luthor."

The Joker was just talking to himself, but Luthor's voice came through the receiver.

"To clarify, I am not an extreme racist. I simply advocate human supremacy and am prepared for any potential superhuman dangers."

"Oh hahaha! You're even monitoring me? I'm just an ordinary human being. It's my greatest honor to be listened to by the great Professor Luther!!!!!!!!!"

"Joseph Cole, I don't want to keep dragging the volume button." Luther's tone on the other end of the line was somewhat displeased, probably because he was annoyed by the Joker's hysterical laughter that kept fluctuating in volume.

After the clown had completely stopped, he continued, "I don't think you are an ordinary human. Ordinary humans don't come back to life after rigor mortis occurs, and there wouldn't be such strong spatial fluctuations around an ordinary human."

"You even know Brother Eyes—Joseph Cole, who exactly are you? Or rather—what exactly are you?"

Luther's tone turned fierce.

Although he stockpiles military equipment every year in preparation for war with Superman, to be honest, he doesn't want this day to come. Just ten minutes ago, some white-faced bastard tried to provoke Superman and start a world war.

Yes, according to AI analysis, Superman has a 12.85% chance of turning evil after losing Lois, and there's a 2% chance he could destroy the Earth.

The current Lex Luthor might be able to fight Superman to a standstill, but only if the latter has extremely high moral standards. If the latter turns evil, then he will have no chance of winning.

In other words, if Luthor doesn't intervene, the Joker has a 0.24% chance of destroying the world.

This is an alarmingly high probability in scientific research, so it's no wonder that even the usually calm and aloof Luther would show strong emotions.

"What am I? I've said I'm just a human, haha—of course, the phenomenon you're observing might be because of that, I have a 'stationary bike,' it must be something about that thing!"

But the Joker didn't seem to be affected by Luthor's anger and continued to spout meaningless phrases.

Luther wanted to know what a "spinning bike" was, but most madmen would answer like this—"spinning bike."

It's a "spinning bike"!

"I could kill you anytime I want right now." Luther paused for a moment, then changed the subject. "But if you tell me your intentions, perhaps I—"

"Of course, we should return Bruce to this universe. It's going to be destroyed soon anyway, and other universes might still need it, right?"

Luther grew tired of dealing with a madman; since he couldn't get any answers out of him anyway, he figured he might as well eliminate this unstable element sooner rather than later.

The miniature nuclear bomb has already located the Joker, and once Superman leaves Gotham, Luthor will not hesitate to press the launch button.

Just as he was about to hang up, the hilariously laughing sound coming from the receiver once again grabbed his ears.

"We don't have much time left, my new friend. Let's chat a little longer."

"When?"

"Of course, it's the time when you forget me, hehehehehehe. In this inserted plot, if Bane fails to break the bat's spine, the timeline will violently shake. I don't know what will happen then. Maybe hair will grow on your bald head, or maybe the entire universe will reboot and rewrite the plot. Who knows?"

"However, one thing is certain: you will forget me. Apart from bats, I will not remain in anyone's memory, since I never belonged to this world."

Joseph took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

"That's about it. Soon you'll see the guy you've been longing for, and me—you'd better hope you don't meet me in the past or the future, haha ​​...

The eerie laughter echoed in the basement as Joseph whistled and opened a hidden door on one side.

The dim yellow light overhead illuminated behind the door, and also illuminated the Flash, whose joints were dislocated and who had been transformed into a stationary bike.

"Oh ho ho ho ho!!!!!!!!! My dear Wally, our mission is over, we can go back now. I don't know if you liked this trip. Although you didn't get to witness everything, I will write it all down in a book when I get back."

Poor Wally West, the Flash, was strapped to a rough iron frame with his back bent backwards, his hands gripping the front wheel of a stationary bike, and the rear wheel bearings protruding from two bloody holes in his ankles.

His jaw and tongue had been removed, and he could do nothing but watch the clown drool and cry.

Joseph strode gracefully into Wally's body, placing his feet on the footrests.

Come, child, let us—

"Run!!!!"

With a flash of electricity, the Joker and the Flash disappeared into the basement.

At the same time, the entire space began to shake violently.

After a long period of buildup, the final timeline was finally revealed in its entirety.

After a brief journey through the time tunnel, Joseph the Joker appears on a nearly abandoned bridge.

"Where is this?"

He put his hands on his shoulder and looked around, but apart from the two cars parked in the middle of the bridge, the surroundings were dark and gloomy.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! This doesn't seem to be our original world, Wally, where did you bring me?"

The clown in the darkness burst into a piercing laugh.

The laughter didn't last long; two rapid footsteps sounded behind them, followed by a burst of dazzling fireworks in the darkness.

Joseph was hit squarely in the back and was sent flying forward as if he had been hit by a truck, leaving a trail of blood and flesh on the broken cobblestone road.

"Boss, I think I hit him!?"

-

The voices behind him sounded very familiar. Joseph blinked in the confusion before he remembered where he had heard those voices before.

It's Royce, the former sidekick of Batman.

Only then did the Joker finally understand where Wally had brought him.

The Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, where he first officially met V.B.

"Hahahaha!!!!!!!!! Who did you hit?"

A hysterical laugh echoed in the distance, and Joseph vaguely saw a familiar purple figure disappear into the depths of the bushes.

That was me, who had once escaped death from Reuss's gun.

"Oh ha ha ha ha—Wally, when I told you about what happened that night—you were already planning this day, weren't you?" The Joker's voice grew weaker and weaker, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The footsteps behind him drew ever closer, and a shotgun was pressed against the back of his head.

"My God!! JOKER, are you a magician?"

Joseph heard Qin Wei's arrogant laughter behind him.

"You've only been gone a few seconds, and instead of running away, you've changed your clothes."

"Before I die—it's truly wonderful to see you one last time—"

The clown strained to turn his head, trying to imprint that familiar figure deeply into his fading pupils.

However, within this timeline, Qin Wei did not give him any chance.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and bone fragments mixed with brain matter splattered a meter high like mud hit by a boulder.

"Ptooey—ugh!"

Spitting out blood splattered on the corner of his mouth, the strong smell of blood made Qin Wei gag.

But he soon discovered something even more dangerous—a Flash-branded exercise bike lying on the side.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this thing?!!!!

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