American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 143 Bad Luck, All Mud Surface

Chapter 143 Bad Luck, All Mud Surface

Superman was brutally beaten by countless bat-like villains wielding Kryptonite and collapsed to the ground.

Heavy Bomb scratched his head, looking somewhat bewildered at Bane standing on the rooftop in the distance.

He originally participated in the bet with his own supplies for the honor of being a villain in the Bat-like world, but Bane told them about Black before they started the bet, asking them to take Black down with them as well.

He agreed. After all, Black, a superhero even more extreme than Superman, was also a threat to them. If they could deal with him, it would be equivalent to being one step ahead of the villains in the Superman series, which would definitely be a point worth boasting about.

But he never expected that before the match-fixing even took place, Superman would already be kneeling down.

Is the opponent really that weak?

Although Bain told them to throw the match to lure Blake, he didn't ask them to beat him up and then surrender.

At least for now, they have the upper hand and are dominating Superman. After fighting like this, isn't it a bit insulting to their intelligence for him to fall to the ground now?

But then again.

Superman's reaction to Kryptonite was beyond their expectations...

If we could solve the Superman problem here—

Then he looked around again.

Without Blake, the world is silent.

Has the enemy not been lured out yet? But it doesn't matter, they've already defeated Superman, and without even using their full strength.

The continuous beating gradually subsided, and the bat-like villains, equipped with various kryptonite weapons, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why did you stop?" The bombshell, still deep in thought, turned around. "Let's knock Superman out first—"

Then they saw Superman stand up from the ground.

Bombshell stared blankly at the kryptonite in his hand. He raised it and shone the green light onto Superman's head.

"Superman is afraid of Kryptonite, you should..."

Then he saw Superman walk up to him, and in a flash, the Kryptonite was in Superman's hand.

"Kryptonite?" He saw Superman weigh the Kryptonite in his hand, then sigh. "Okay, I have to admit something."

The bombshell was somewhat sluggish.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of kryptonite."

what?

What are you saying?

Then he saw Superman weigh the Kryptonite in his hand a couple of times, then put it in his mouth, like biting into a cake, and with a crunch, spit it out on the ground.

"What a joke! Kryptonite is just an ordinary rock on my planet. Are you afraid of a rock on the roadside?"

"You...you..."

"Oh, it's all an act, you know what I mean." Bombshell slapped Superman's forehead. "You know they're all afraid of me. Giving them a fake weakness is actually more conducive to harmony."

He shrugged. "But to be honest, I'm getting a little tired of it lately. You guys are all jumping around in front of me with kryptonite, like you can beat me just by getting this stuff."

A red light appeared in the other person's eyes:

"So...are you ready to get a good beating?"

After glancing at the kryptonite that had been bitten in two on the ground, the heavy bomber immediately believed what the other party had said.

He inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief: things were finally going in the direction Bain had instructed. He should have surrendered immediately, waited for Blake to appear, watched the two of them fight it out, and then, as Bain had said, waited patiently for them to tire themselves out.

But then his face stiffened. The reason why these characters were able to fight Superman to a standstill was entirely due to that little green stone.

If Kryptonite is useless against Superman, then how are they supposed to fight him?

Bain's gaze was lowered.

It's confirmed, this is Batman, just dressed as Superman.

You see, from the moment we started until now, he has only ever emitted a red glow in his eyes, but he has never used his thermal vision even once.

He pressed his finger to his earpiece, and Red Hood's voice came through: "Bane, Mr. Skeleton and our Shock Girl have been defeated by Batman. Without breaking a sweat."

On the other end of the phone, Red Hood threw another liquid bomb at the already collapsed live wire.

Just now, he used a pre-prepared tool to ambush his teammate. It was so easy that even Jason was a little excited.

God knows why this is the case—maybe the blood of attacking teammates flows in the veins of the bat family.

The live wire suddenly started convulsing.

On the other side, the atomic skeleton hand was stuck to the center of a huge metal cube on the back of a removed exoskeleton armor.

His energy was being constantly drained away, like water flowing from a high place to a low place, causing him to let out a wail.

With a thud, our skeleton collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. All his energy had been drained—his inspiration, his wisdom, his courage—and he lay there like a withered salted fish.

Red Hood glanced to the side. The Silver Banshee was stunned by her own howl, and the criminal nicknamed Prisoner was bound hand and foot with his own chains.

As for King Shark—to be honest, Red Hood didn't think he was Superman's villain at all, but Nanawi, who had a great chat with Red Hood in the bar, still followed along out of loyalty, just to help his friend.

So now, because he accidentally drank the shark repellent spray that his good friend Red Hood gave him, he's lying on the ground sleeping like a big baby.

"Yes, yes, Bane, I didn't intervene, and I'm alive. What, you're asking how Ms. Shiva is?"

Jason looked somewhat guilty at Shiva, who was tied up and gagged, next to him.

"He's finished too, Bane. He's no match for Batman. The other guy is terrifying; I don't think he's Batman at all!"

Shiva struggled on the ground for a moment, but Batman, quick as a flash, covered her mouth and pinched her jaw and throat with tremendous force, preventing her from even uttering a groan.

"I'll try. I'll definitely find a way to save them. No problem, I think I can do it. Let me give it a shot... Okay, Bane. Black isn't here. Hmm. Hmm. Don't worry, maybe I can even bring Superman's villains to help you!"

"Okay, okay, goodbye."

Jason hung up the phone and removed the gag from Ms. Shiva's mouth.

"You've severed yourself from the dark world, my foolish disciple." Shiva's face darkened. "From this day forward, no one will believe you anymore. You will be hunted down by the entire dark world... as a traitor!"

Jason remained silent.

Teacher Shiva is right. Today he betrayed almost every one of his teammates. Unless he kills everyone here, Red Hood's reputation as a traitor will spread, and he won't be able to use the identity of "Red Hood" in the underworld anymore.

However... this is under normal circumstances.

Jason and Shiva looked at each other.

Ms. Shiva's gaze was cold.

Then she saw the "Red Hood" on the other side suddenly burst out laughing.

He clapped his hands happily like a three-year-old child, jumping around himself who was tied up like a dumpling.

"Oh! She believed it, she believed it!"

"This is hilarious, she actually believed it!"

Ms. Shiva was bewildered by the man's epileptic-like behavior: "Are you... are you crazy?"

Then, in the next second, she saw the other person wipe their face with their hand, and their head instantly turned into a mahjong tile!

Gan!

The bizarre sight made even the seasoned martial arts master's hair stand on end.

She saw the other person wipe their face again, then swipe and transform into Luther, then into Batman, then into Superman. The transformations were so rapid, like a revolving lantern, until they blurred into a blurry afterimage, finally settling into the brownish-yellow face of the Mudman.

The other person clapped and laughed.

"Wrong, it's clay!"

Ms. Shiva immediately understood the situation. She gasped; it turned out that the Red Hood had been replaced by the Mudman before the battle even began.

When exactly did this happen... how did they manage to do it?

Then he saw the red-hooded man clap his hands, and one mud-faced figure after another emerged from the corner.

As they walked, their forms shifted. A silver banshee, a shark king, an atomic skull, a living electric wire, and then there was Lady Shiva herself…

When they stood before Ms. Shiva, they had become exactly like the villains lying on the ground.

Ms. Shiva even saw the mud-faced creature that had turned into a living wire raise its hand and release a wave of electricity towards the ground—it was unbelievable, this was supposed to be a unique ability of a living wire, how could it be imitated?

"Gentlemen, let's arrest them all and put them in the company of the real Red Hoods," Jason said.

For some reason, Jason found the feeling of calling himself "Mudface" and deceiving people to be fantastic.

Great!

Damn it, he was even starting to feel a little addicted.

With everyone's help, one villain after another was quickly loaded onto the invisible bat-shaped aircraft that appeared from the corner.

Each villain was given a pair of silver handcuffs that suppressed their abilities and was put into a specially made transparent cage.

When Ms. Shiva saw that she was facing the "Red Hood," she immediately became even more certain of her opinion.

She heard the "fake" red-hooded figure outside say to the villains whose faces had turned into mud, "Alright, now we're going to help Bane."

"Everyone must sincerely help our boss!"

Ms. Shiva shook her head.

She silently mourned for Bain.

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"Oh, what a busy day, isn't it?"

Luther picked up a cup of coffee and sat down in front of various monitors of different sizes.

"A long day filled with familiar old rivals and unfamiliar enemies from other cities."

"But you know, Snakeskin. Superman can always take everyone down. Everyone. One, two, three."

"And Batman, Batman knows everything. He's always perfectly prepared; he seems to never fail, doesn't he?"

"They joined forces to save all those innocent, unsuspecting, and vulnerable lives."

"I have no interest in these things, Luther."

On the screen, "Louis Lane" crossed his arms: "I know what you guys behind the scenes want from me. But I must warn you, if you mess things up, don't blame me."

"I told you I no longer have the ability to change my DNA, which is why, despite being a shapeshifting villain for so many years, my work is far less successful than Mudface's, and most people don't even know who I am."

"Even if you find a place that looks like Batman's secret base, and then transform me into Lois Lane to attract Superman, he can tell with a single scan that my DNA is different from Lois Lane's. You know, he has X-ray vision. This deception has absolutely no chance of succeeding."

"Tsk, that naive boy knows nothing about the real world, doesn't he? Unlike you and me."

But Luther seemed completely oblivious to what Snakeskin was saying; he was lost in his own world.

"I intend to show Superman the truth about the world. Superman hinders human development while thinking he's a safety net, a patriarch of all humanity. What a hypocrite, possessing a body that a completely different race envies—" He seemed somewhat agitated.

"He's observant and perceptive. Whenever he thinks a hero should cry, he'll shed affected tears. He laughs just like us, and he frowns just like us. But now, I'm going to let him experience everything that humans go through every day—feel human pain—even if it's fake pain."

"And this will ultimately prove—"

Luther raised his arms: "Superman is not human!"

He said, "I have to admit that Batman's hat trick was very effective, making it impossible for me to find Lois Lane's real location. To be honest, it would have been better if the real Lois Lane had been the lead in this show, but if I couldn't find her, I could find a replacement."

"I told you, Lex Luthor, I can't change my DNA, so Superman can recognize me instantly—damn it, I wouldn't risk being killed by Superman if it weren't for all the money you gave me—"

"Don't speak."

Then he heard Luther say to him:

"Can't you just be quiet for a bit?"

For the sake of the money, Snakeskin kept his mouth shut.

"I know you're a shapeshifting villain. You contort your body and muscles through mimicry, but you're powerless at the genetic level. But why do you think I'd do so many experiments on you?"

"Your experiments have had no effect whatsoever. I still can't change my DNA. Your experiments failed Luther, and yet you still dumped me here," Snakeskin said.

"No, no, my experiment didn't fail. You've got one thing wrong, Snakeskin. I don't need to give you the ability to alter DNA. I just need to give you the ability to make your DNA exactly the same as Louis Lane's."

"Actually, if time allowed, I would prefer to use a clone of Louis Lane, but time is too tight and the embryo cannot fully develop, so I have no choice but to use you."

I didn't understand the snakeskin.

"Come on, Luther, you've said so much, but I still can't... Wait, what did you do to me?"

He suddenly clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe like a drowning fish.

Normally, his shapeshifting ability would fail when he lost the ability to resist, but it did not fail at this moment.

He still retains Louis Lane's appearance.

"All I need is Louis Lane's body. You see, my friend, things are much simpler now, aren't they?"

"The genetic modifications I made to you will completely transform your DNA into Louis's. Perhaps this will enhance your superpowers, but obviously, this enhancement will kill you. But that doesn't matter to me."

Luther took a sip of coffee and quietly watched the snakeskin on the screen lose its breath.

"Anyway, all I need is a fake corpse that's enough to fool Superman."

"You've come at the perfect time, Snakeskin."

(End of this chapter)