Chapter 390： deadline

Destroying the world from Meiman 390, Chapter 390 Deadline-567 Chinese "Bruce, I know what you mean. But haven't all of your high-tech gadgets basically failed? Then what do you rely on to catch up? A satellite?" Superman reminded worriedly. If Batman's black technology weapons can still be used as usual, then Superman naturally doesn't have to worry about his safety. But the current situation is that almost all weapons with a technology that can be fully automated will be invaded and controlled by Ultron. In this case, how sure can Batman be?

Batman just said indifferently: "I have my own plans, and now I am the only candidate."

Other members of the Justice League did not expect that the superpowers they usually rely on would become a burden at this moment. If they don't want to trouble Batman's actions, the only thing they can do is not to mess with Batman.

"Well, if no one has any objections, leave this satellite to me. Go and do your best to maintain order on the earth. I don't want to find that humanity has been extinct when I come back."

Putting this sentence aside, Batman left the Hall of Justice alone. He could not disclose too much information about his plan. On the one hand, he did not trust these teammates. On the other hand, he could not guarantee what they were doing. Will the discussion fall into Ultron's ears through some kind of recording instrument, if it also has ears.

For this reason, he decided to go back to his bat cave to make preparations. As expected, the mechanized forces controlled by Ultron had already messed up the place, and there were destroyed electronic instruments and mechanical debris everywhere. Those intelligent defense facilities that were supposed to be used to defend the bat cave have all become the culprits of wanton destruction. After blasting everything around, they would fight each other in a senseless manner, if it weren’t for Alfred’s desperate effort. The ground turned off the power, and now the entire Bat Cave has become history.

Batman moved slowly toward the depths of the bat cave while moving the wreckage of the collapsed machines, and finally found Alfred in a small dedicated shelter. He pried the mechanical lock on the blast door with difficulty, greeted him with Alfred's tired face.

"Master..." Alfred looked at Batman's face, he tried to speak, and then pressed his lips a few times.

Now Batman didn’t have time to care about what Alfred had just experienced. He looked around and said, “Alfred, I need to build a spaceship that cannot be connected to the Internet at all, and all operations can only be controlled manually. I need your help."

"Master, are you going to chase that satellite? It's ridiculous. I don't use any intelligent equipment to make a spacecraft. I can't be sure if he can fly." Alfred commented on this stupid plan. Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows how it is possible that something like a spacecraft does not support remote control over the network?

Batman has another way. He turned his cloak around and said, "It's okay, I will look for some special assistance. If technology is not useful, we can rely on another thing, such as magic. "

This may be a feasible solution. Although the humans who use magic are also under the surveillance of the brothers, the magical items attached to the magicians do not belong to the category of superhumans. A spaceship powered by magic might be able to help Batman reach the hiding place of Brother's Eye satellite.

Just when Batman made up his mind to seek help from friends in the magic world, Alfred called him, with an ugly expression on his face and told Batman an extremely bad news:

"Master, there is one thing I have to tell you. It has nothing to do with your brother, but it has something to do with your life."

"If it doesn't harm others, can you talk about it later?" Batman said dismissively, his life is far less important to him than solving this crisis.

Alfred immediately shook his head and denied: "No, no, this matter can't be left alone. If we don't do anything, things can evolve into a greater disaster than it is now."

"Okay, tell me what's going on." Batman looked back and waited for Alfred's report with his arms folded.

"It's about the autopsy report of Lucius. The police have been pressing on to keep us from knowing the inside story, but just now I took advantage of the turmoil and went to the police station to investigate some intelligence. Now we can be sure that Lucius died. A special virus. This virus not only infects a person’s body, but also makes a person’s temperament change drastically, and even produces another personality. You should remember that when you and the clown are facing each other, Lucius controls the bats. The fighters attacked you."

Batman frowned. From these descriptions alone, he realized that things were not simple. He asked the most crucial question sharply: "What does it mean to generate another personality?"

"It is in the infected person's body that it is a kind of antisocial personality similar to a clown. This virus will not change a person's physical fitness and intelligence, but it can make the infected person have the same symptoms of unscrupulous killing as a clown. I miss you You already understand what I'm talking about, Master. Before the clown died, did he inject some kind of liquid into your body?"

Batman involuntarily pressed his shoulder which was pierced by a needle by the Joker. Alfred remembered well. The Joker did inject a needle of his own blood into Batman before he died, and this blood is the Joker virus. Source of infection.

Batman remembered the crazy laughter before the Joker died, and the intimidating sentence: "I have already won."

"You mean, I will become another clown like Lucius?"

Alfred shook his head: "No, master, even if Lucius develops a clown personality, it can only be regarded as an imitation of a clown, and you, master, if it were you, you would do better and more terrible than the clown. You know that no one in the world can deal with the clown except you. If you become a new generation of clowns, who can stop you?"

Batman wanted to answer the Justice League, but after he realized that he was ready to deal with the entire Justice League’s Tower of Babel plan, he had to consider how much the Justice League could win against his crazy self.

Finally, he could only sigh heavily and ask: "How long is the incubation period? Alfred, how much time do I have."

"Two months. Master, if I can make a decision, I will lock you up and do everything possible to treat you instead of letting you continue to run around."

"Sorry, Alfred, not now." 8)