Chapter 738

In the White House Office, the live pictures taken by satellites are playing on the screen. It can be clearly seen that after the red flash wave, all the buildings near the east port of Gotham have been destroyed, the ground emits black smoke, and the bones turned into coke can be vaguely seen.

If this attack continues, the number of casualties will be at least 1000.

Joel Nash (No. 8) pinched his eyebrows and couldn't bear to look straight at them. The rest of them also tightened their faces and looked worried. Although they didn't want to admit that the reality is that the power of the government can't be comparable to that of superheroes.

The six superheroes are the highest combat power on earth. If they can't, who else can stop the monster.

After a moment of silence, a general said,

"Use nuclear weapons."

"Nuclear weapons may not be useful."

Sam Ryan shook his head and disagreed with this practice. He had seen Clark's power. Putting a nuclear bomb into each other's arms and detonating it might not kill him, not to mention the monster in front of him.

A general raised his hand and patted it on the table. "Nuclear weapons are not good. What else can we do? Do you want us to catch it with our hands tied?"

Joel Nash said in a deep voice, "surrender is impossible. The key is to find out each other's weaknesses." then he turned his eyes to Sam Ryan. "Can I get in touch with the six superpowers? I want to know the origin and weaknesses of this monster."

The voice fell, and everyone turned around, looking surprised and somewhat suspicious.

Sam hesitated for a moment and finally nodded,

"I will try. It will take some time."

"Then go, the sooner the better."

Joel Nash took a deep breath, word by word, "Now I'm all officially in a state of war. The air force, the army, the Navy and various investigation and summary forces are on standby 24 hours a day. In particular, the air force keeps up with the monster at all costs. I want to know its exact location. The army is divided into two parts, one part participates in rescue and the other part implements obstruction and sniping tasks. The monster must not be allowed to enter the crowded area Collection area. "

"It's up to you to decide on the specific operation deployment. Time doesn't wait. Give me the answer in ten minutes."

Then he got up and left, followed by Sam Ryan.

Out of the office, Joel Nash whispered,

"Contact Superman as soon as possible. We don't have much time."

"Yes, Mr. President, I'll call now."

After the battle of metropolis, Superman's identity is no longer a secret. Of course, few people know it, only the president and Sam Ryan's family.

Sam was very helpless about this, but he couldn't do anything about it. His daughter was determined to marry each other, and eight cows couldn't come back. He couldn't kill his son-in-law and put him in prison. Even if he caught him, he couldn't be tried.

Superman's popularity is too high. Tens of millions of supporters, once the news of his arrest is spread, the people will flock to point the spearhead at the originator. At that time, not to mention the president, God can't protect him.

The political world has been immersed in politics for decades.

After leaving the White House, Sam contacted his daughter Louise to explain the whole story and asked him to inform Clark. As a result, before long, he received an email from his daughter, which recorded various intelligence related to the monster in detail.

After reading the content, Sam clapped his hand on the table and looked very angry.

His anger was not that the monster came from Krypton, but Louise. It was only three minutes since the phone call that his daughter got the monster information, which showed that she kept close contact with the six superheroes and might even be one of them.

"I knew it was time to tear them apart."

……

Gotham became the focus of the world, with troops swarming in and superheroes scattered everywhere.

On a high-rise building about to be demolished in the South District of Gotham, a group of street gangsters dressed like a circus gathered together, drinking and laughing at Superman fighting with destruction day.

"Head, that's Superman! A fool like a black bat."

"Boss, let's kill him."

"Yes, kill him, kill him."

The crowd booed one after another, and they didn't know whether they were drinking too much or too much. Their expression was so crazy that they didn't have the fear of death at all.

Their boss, a young man with a cracked mouth and a strange smile like a clown, sat on the sofa, holding red wine in his left hand and playing with a stick in his left hand. When he heard his men's words, he cackled,

"The world is going to be destroyed, but you drink here, a group of waste, ha ha!"

Everyone was stunned and didn't understand what the boss meant.

The young man picked up his submachine gun and fired wildly at the roof,

"Gotham City should be destroyed in my hands. No one can rob it. The banquet begins. Rob and burn it. Kill all those who don't like it. Gold, money and power armor are all ours."

The crowd immediately reacted, cheered one after another, took up arms and joined the new carnival with the boss.

When despair comes, the rules lose their grip.

Gotham faces not only the shadow of death brought by the day of destruction, but also criminals who break out evil thoughts in despair. The police are not enough, and it is even more difficult to deal with at this moment.

Seeing the situation getting out of control, Jim Gordon had to turn to Batman for help.

In Wayne manor, Bruce Wayne, wearing power armor, stood in front of the moon window and looked gloomily at the fire rising in the distance. Dozens of black smoke were scattered in all corners of the city. Even thousands of meters away, people could hear screams and cries for help.

The city is coming to an end.

Said Alfred anxiously,

"Young master, you'd better not contact that monster. Even Superman..."

Bruce raised his hand. "I know what you're trying to say. None of them are opponents. I died in vain."

"Then why do you insist?"

"It's the same whether you go or not. If you don't go, you will regret your life. If you go, you can at least die without regret."

Alfred opened his mouth and said,

"What weapon are you going to use, krypton or a nuclear bomb?"

Bruce shook his head. "These are useless. The six of them are smart people. They should have tried kryptonite weapons. From the results, they should have no effect. As for the nuclear bomb..." he pondered for a moment and whispered,

"From the previous images, it is not difficult to find that the monster seems to have the ability to absorb attacks. Once the nuclear bomb is invalid, the consequences will be serious."

"What are you going to do? Don't tell him to kick his ass with a big 46 foot, although it's cool."

"I wonder if I can lock it up and send it into space."

Alfred thought of something and frowned. "Are you sure that weapon will work?"

"I don't know. I always have to try."

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Alfred sighed and hugged each other. "I wish you success, master Wayne. Remember to come back alive."